Hannah & the Dom Next Door (7 page)

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?” Mitch asked when the sight of her bare feet pacing pulled his attention from tightening and sealing the loose valve as much as possible until he could replace it.

Without making a conscious decision, Hannah blurted, “Will you go to bed with me?” then quickly wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. What on earth had she been thinking?

Chapter Four

“Jesus Christ!” Mitch swore when he banged his head against the pipe, positive he hadn’t heard her correctly. Scooting out, he looked up incredulously just in time for her to say, “You shouldn’t blaspheme,” her brow furrowed in censure.

“Excuse me? You drop a bombshell like that and then berate me for cursing?”

Feeling like a hypocrite, her face warming as he stared up at her from the floor, Hannah shifted uncomfortably as she replied, “You’re right. I apologize, it was inappropriate of me to ask that of you.”

Mitch noticed she didn’t apologize for scolding him for cursing. He had been hit on, propositioned and seduced by more women than he could recount, but he had never reacted so strongly to any of those experienced plays than he was to Hannah’s innocent, straightforward request. It was a struggle to get to his feet with his cock pressing painfully against his zipper and from the way Hannah’s eyes widened and the pink blush staining her cheeks turned crimson, he didn’t manage to do it without drawing her notice.

“What do you expect when you make a request like that?” Even though he sounded like it, Mitch wasn’t irritated with her, but with himself. He didn’t ‘do’ good girls, didn’t know if he could reign in his dominate nature enough to keep from scaring the shit out of someone so innocent. Maybe he should have heeded the McGilley’s advice over the years and taken the time to actually date women, have an occasional night of vanilla sex with someone who wasn’t a member of their club. But he worked ten to twelve hour days, usually six days a week, and didn’t have the time or energy to pursue a woman or to put into a relationship. Lately, he has been regretting not following his friend’s subtle hints, but never more so than now. If he had, maybe he wouldn’t be so amused, intrigued and turned on by Hannah’s innocence and tempted to do something he knew he shouldn’t, like agree to her proposal. “Sorry, sweetheart, it’s not you…”

“I understand,” Hannah interjected swiftly. Where was a tornado to whisk her away or an earthquake to open up the ground and swallow her whole when she needed it to? “Aunt Mary swore you wouldn’t mind, assured me all men wanted sex. I told her you wouldn’t be interested in someone like me…”

“Stop right there,” Mitch snapped out, refusing to let her think he wasn’t interested. He should’ve figured this was Mary’s doing, he thought as he backed Hannah against the counter, caging her in by bracing his arms on either side of her and leaning against her so she could feel the rigid shape of his cock against her mound. He was still coping with the shock of hearing this inexperienced woman with her morally rigid background boldly asking him for exactly what he has been fantasizing about for the past week that he wasn’t thinking straight. “Make no mistake, Hannah. I want you in every way a man could want a woman, which should scare the crap out of you.”

“Why?”

Now, why the hell did seeing that little frown etched between her eyes make his cock jerk in expectation? Wasn’t there anything this woman could do that he didn’t find sexy or humorous or just plain cute? “Why? Because you have no idea what I want to do to you. You’re too good for the likes of me.”

Hannah had been having trouble concentrating on anything except the feel of his member pressing so intimately against her. Her lower body felt swollen and damp, the ache she experienced whenever she saw him was throbbing with ten times the intensity of any other time.

But hearing him say he wasn’t good enough for her, this man who has been nothing but nice and supportive, who made her feel alive again in ways that were new and exciting, made her forget the mortification she was feeling over his rejection long enough to jab her finger against his rock hard chest and heatedly reply, “Listen here, Mitch Burnett, there is no one on this earth who is above others, especially not me. You’ve been nothing but friendly and supportive while I’ve been having thoughts that would have my grandparents down on their arthritic knees praying for me if they knew, so don’t you….mmmf!”

It was either grin like an idiot at her indignation in his defense, pull up her skirt, rip her panties off and sink his cock into her pussy, turning her thoughts into reality or kiss her. Luckily, he was still sane enough to opt for number three. Mitch tried to reign in his lust as her soft lips moved shyly under his. Her small gasp pushed her breasts against his chest as he crowded closer to her and tried to take the kiss slow, make it sweet, like he was sure she was used to and expected. But his need for her was as strong as his need for control, and without conscious thought, his hand snaked behind her neck and tightened as he angled his head and changed from moving softly against that lush mouth to demanding that she open for him.

She shuddered when he traced his tongue over her lips, wetting them thoroughly before whispering roughly with his lips still touching hers, “Open for me, Hannah.”

His voice was a deep, rough demand that she was powerless to refuse. Hannah parted her lips, unable to suppress a gasp when he pushed arrogantly inside, literally invading her mouth and subjecting her to a thorough assault. Unlike the tongue stroking kisses she was used to, this kiss left no part of her mouth untouched, the sensual exploration of his tongue stroking over her gums, the breath stealing eroticism of his mouth sucking her tongue followed by the shuddering feel of his teeth nipping her lower lip worked to turn up the heat building between her legs. The achy longing for something more than what she had experienced in the past that has been plaguing her for the past week was now a painful urge so erotically consuming it left her weak-kneed. If he didn’t have her pinned between his hard body and the counter, she would slide into a boneless puddle on the floor.

It was her soft moan that made Mitch pull away and the dazed, pleading look in her compelling eyes that had him saying, “Do you still want to go upstairs? Think carefully before you answer.”

“Yes, please, Mitch.”

Her answer, coming so swiftly, so sure, so damn politely was his undoing. Knowing she wasn’t cut out for a one night stand, even though he had to admire the guts it took for someone with her upbringing to initiate the encounter, wasn’t enough to dissuade him. He had no idea what kind of sex life she had with her husband, but he suspected it was limited to the missionary position, her climaxes small pops of pleasure rather than the earth moving explosions of ecstasy she was capable of. Telling himself he could hold back his more dominate tendencies for one fuck, that he was more than capable of giving her a taste of the forbidden she was obviously craving without scaring her off as well as one or two of those explosive orgasms without restraining her, or spanking her, or placing her in a position where she had no control, could only accept, and enjoy the pleasure he was heaping upon her, he nodded his head. Her look of relief twisted his heart, her need so palpable he wondered how she waited so long before taking this step.

“Go upstairs, sweetheart. It’ll take me just a few minutes to finish this and then I’ll join you. Are you in the east guest room? The pretty blue and white one?”

“Yes. I’ll….I’ll just go get ready then,” Hannah said, practically running out of the kitchen when he removed his arm and turned her loose.

He gave her ten minutes then headed upstairs. The upstairs hallway would be dark if it wasn’t for the skylight Mary had him install, and the late afternoon sun put splotches of light along the dark green carpet. He took pride in his handiwork, the way his suggestion to replace the dark wallpaper with a coat of ecru paint brightened the space and the way the polished gleam of the dark wood trim complimented the pale walls and dark carpeting. As he walked towards the guest bedroom, Mitch tried to recall the last time he had sex in a woman’s bedroom, or any bedroom for that matter, but couldn’t. He has been taking the easy way out for so long, pairing up with a willing woman at the club who knew what he wanted and was more than willing to indulge him that he felt almost as uncertain about going through with this as Hannah looked when he stepped into the guestroom.

No lights were on and he saw she had closed the shades on both windows, leaving the room in semi-darkness. The meager light coming in from the hall, however was enough for him to see Hannah sitting up in the wide four-poster wearing a virginal white nightgown, those pale, pale blue eyes riveted on him filled with expectation and uncertainty. Amusement at her prim attire accompanied a surge of lust so swift, so strong it threatened to buckle his knees. Wanting to even the scales and throw her off balance the way she has him, he started unbuttoning his shirt as he moved slowly towards the bed, his eyes never leaving her face as he told her very softly, “I’ll leave the lights off, Hannah, but there’ll be no barriers between us. Lose the gown.”

Hannah found it difficult to swallow past the lump of uncertainty lodged in her throat as Mitch revealed an enticing glimpse of black chest hair, his low, commanding tone sending a shiver through her. She didn’t know if her reaction was one of longing or trepidation, but she did know she wasn’t going to change her mind after coming this far. Scooting under the covers, she slipped her gown off and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Caleb had always been the one to remove her gown before sex, but not until they were comfortable with each other in bed. She felt decadently exposed despite being hidden under the covers and watching Mitch disrobe so casually in front of her, reminded her forcefully of how inexperienced and naïve she was, especially compared to a man as experienced as she suspected he was.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Mitch murmured with a small grin when Hannah’s face went chalk white at the sight of his cock springing free of the restrictive confines of his denims, his own breath coming out in a whoosh of relief. Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he soothed his irritated flesh with soft strokes, the look of shock crossing Hannah’s face making him ask, “Something wrong?”

“N-no, it’s just that I’ve never seen a man…I mean, my husband never touched himself. It would have been considered disrespectful.” The strict moral code she has lived by was already being tested, and Hannah didn’t know how she felt about it. Right now, her body was overruling her mind, her nipples were so hard they ached and she felt embarrassingly wet between her legs. Of course, she was well aware that was her body preparing for him, but she had never been
this
ready so soon, and he wasn’t even in bed with her yet.

Mindful of her sensibilities, Mitch released his cock and slid into bed, keeping his eyes on her face despite the urge to check out her body. “We’re not hurting anyone, Hannah. We’re both single, and I don’t believe feeling good, and making someone else feel good, is wrong.” Slipping his hand behind her neck, he drew her to him and kissed her with as much demand as he had in the kitchen, pushing his tongue past her lips to search out her tongue, pausing long enough to nibble on her plump lower lip before resuming his searching foray into the recesses of her mouth.

He groaned when her full, soft breasts flattened against his chest, her softly rounded abdomen cushioning his cock as his free hand grabbed a handful of her right buttock and brought her pelvis up next to his. Her full body shudder had him deepening the kiss and tightening his hands, straining to go slow when he wanted to take, fast and hard.

Hannah jerked when her bare breasts came into contact with his hard pectoral muscles, practically whimpered at the feel of his erection poking her stomach and shuddered with an overwhelming feeling of urgency when his hand on her butt pulled her hips against his. Her misgivings were doused with the full contact of their naked bodies, the moral objections constantly hovering in her mind shoved aside for the sheer pleasure of connecting so intimately with a man again.

Uncertain what to do, she clung to Mitch as he rolled her to her back, her hands slipping when he lowered his head to her breasts and drew one tautly aching bud into his mouth. The feel of his lips suckling had her panting, her hips arching unconsciously towards his as the pleasure zip lined from her nipple to her sheath, the sharp tug of his teeth sending a wave of shocking heat throughout her body, eliciting sensations she never felt before. She whimpered when he kept it up, alternating between softly suckling her with pulling on her nipple with his teeth, biting down just to the point of discomfort before releasing her and running his tongue over the tortured bud, all the while plucking on her left nipple with his fingers. The dual stimulation, alternating with one nipple being treated to a soothing caress while the other a hard pinch between teeth or fingers before switching, threw her into a swirling vortex of pleasure, more than she has ever achieved before. Despite the pleasure, she couldn’t relax, didn’t know what she was supposed to do with her hands, whether he wanted her to touch him or just lay there. Caleb rarely spent more than a few minutes touching her before he was inside her, the whole act usually taking no more than fifteen minutes.

“Relax, Hannah, this is supposed to be fun. You have beautiful breasts,” Mitch rumbled as he moved from her right nipple to her left, rasping his tongue over that puckered bud before looking up at her. “And so fucking responsive I may not last.” He smiled when her eyes widened at his use of the word fuck, then he had to admire the way she struggled against her puritan embarrassment at the crudity. “It’s just a word, and, under certain circumstances, a very effective, appropriate word.”

“Like these circumstances? Is that what we’re going to do?” she asked, loving the way he continued to fondle her breast with his hand while he talked to her, keeping her excitement up. She was teetering on the edge of that elusive feeling she had felt so often before and it felt so good she didn’t want to lose it yet.