Page 93 of After You

He put a hand on the back of her neck and brought her in, touching his forehead to hers. “This is about as far as I could get without you,” he confessed. “We never talked about what kind of countertops we wanted.”

Hannah sucked in a quick breath then sniffed. “I know I shouldn’t say thisbut…”

“Please say it,” he said softly when she trailed off. He had to hear what itwas.

“I was thinking back at Mom and Dad’s how I’ve been considering Seattle good because it’s out of my comfort zone. But now it’s hit me since being home—just like Grandma said—that I want to be in my comfort zone. And this—this house, with you, all of this—this is my comfort zone come tolife.”

Kyle absorbed all of that. Then he took a big, shuddering breath, and covered her lips with his. He kissed her possessively, pouring his relief, his happiness, and yeah, the love he hadn’t let himself admit until now, into thekiss.

And she returned every bit ofit.

Finally, he bent, swung her up into his arms, and said, “Which room do we christen first?”

And when he expected her to say “right here, right now” or even “the master bedroom of course”, she surprised him by saying, “the family room.” Which was the perfect answer.

He carried her into the room off the kitchen at the back of the house. This room had the fireplace and the huge windows that overlooked the backyard where kids and dogs would play. It was the room where the Christmas tree with the homemade ornaments would be, the room where family movie night would happen, the room where people would gather to laugh and chat while final meal prep went on in the kitchen only a few yardsaway.

Kyle put her down, kissed her hard, and said, “Do not move.” He’d set the sleeping bags and pillows down on the porch, and he grabbed them quickly, jogging back to Hannah. But she hadn’t listened. She’d moved. Enough to take all of her clothesoff.

The sun was sinking and the warm orange glow from the windows behind her made her look like she’d been dipped in gold. He quickly unrolled the sleeping bags, tossed the pillows in that general direction, then toed off his shoes while reaching to grab a handful of shirt between his shoulder blades, pulling it over his head. He’d barely tossed it away when Hannah was in front of him, her fingers undoing his fly. He helped her push his jeans and boxers off, but instead of straightening, Hannah knelt. She took his already aching cock inhand.

“Hannah.” He cupped the back of her head. Just having her on her knees in front of him was hotter than anything any other woman had ever done. Because this was sweet, good-girl Hannah McIntire, willing to be naughty—and very nice—just for him. She hadn’t done any of this with any other man. Kyle couldn’t begin to describe how hot and possessive and fucking happy that madehim.

She looked up at him through her lashes and flicked out her tongue, running it over the tip of his cock. “Yes, Kyle?” she asked, innocently.

All thoughts evaporated from his mind. “Make sure I don’t hurt you,” he rasped.

“Hurtme?”

He tightened his fingers in her hair and tipped her head back slightly. “If you’re going to make me crazy like that, you gotta promise to let me know if I get carriedaway.”

“Oh. I want you carried away,” she said huskily.

“Promise me,” he repeated, looking into hereyes.

She licked her lips and he groaned. And she smiled.

“Hannah,” he said firmly. “Promise.”

“I promise.”

Without another second of hesitation, he took his cock in hand and rubbed the tip over her lips. He wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t want her mouth on him. He wanted every intimacy there was. He intended to have his mouth in lots of places on her too. He wanted to mark her, claim her, make sure she had everything she needed sexually. And in every otherway.

He couldn’t fix her neck or make that all okay, but he sure as hell could ensure she had no sexual urge or fantasy that went unfulfilled.

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Hannah didn’t rememberblowjobs being so hot. For her. She’d done it, she’d loved making Kyle feel good. But now she had to do it. She’d gone to her knees with every intention of bringing Kyle tohis.

She opened her mouth and he slid inside. She loved his hands in her hair, loved the way he cupped her neck, as if protecting her, and the way he’d made her promise to communicate. She also loved the hot, thick feel of him against her tongue.

She felt that vixen thing again and it gave her a rush. She felt like she was willing to do just about anything to and with this man. And where did that comefrom?

Her sexual experiences certainly hadn’t been expanded or varied since they’d been together. She’d practically been a nun. But she knew what it was—it was again that soul-deep desire to grab whatever good she could. Pleasure and happiness and yeah, dammit, orgasms. Because there were no guarantees for tomorrow.

She took Kyle in her hand and slid him deeper into her mouth. She licked and sucked and stroked, wanting more and more of his groans, the Hannahs he kept breathing, the feel of him holding her to take him and yet seemingly to protect her too. She felt him thrust a few times as she moved her head up and down, and then suddenly—faster than she could register what was happening—he pulled back and tipped her over onto the sleeping bags. He came down with her, bracing himself on his hands.

He stared into her eyes. “Yougood?”

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