Page 94 of After You

“Very, very, very.”

“Then I need to be insideyou.”

Heat flooded her system. “Can I be on top?” She wanted to take care of him thistime.

He groaned. “That’s not something you ask, honey. You just say, ‘I’m going to be on top now.’ I’ll never sayno.”

“Good to know.” She put a hand on his chest and pushed, rolling with him as he turned onto hisback.

She swung a leg over and climbed on. She didn’t need any further prep. The blowjob had made her hot and wet and ready, and she immediately moved to position him, then sank down on his steely shaft.

“God, Hannah,” he groaned. “You’re so damned tight. Be careful.”

She laughed. “I’m really good right now.” She wiggled her hips and flexed her inner muscles, dragging another groan from him. “You sound like the one that’s not feeling well,” she teased.

“I feel like I might die,” he said. “But,” he gripped her hips and moved her up and down, eliciting a grown from her, “death by pussy seems like a great way togo.”

Hannah felt her pelvic muscles squeezing hearing him say pussy. She did love that Kyle had turned into a dirty talker.

She lifted and lowered herself slowly, her hands going to her breasts, cupping them, trying to relieve some of the fullness and tingling. Kyle gave a growl of approval at the sight, lifting a hand to help. He teased one nipple, tugging gently.

“Yesss,” she hissed, that pressure exactly what she needed.

He did it again and her clit throbbed. She continued to move on him, putting a finger to her clit, where she circled as she rocked againstKyle.

“Holy hell, this is the best position,” he praised through gritted teeth.

Hannah hadn’t realized how much she’d like him just watching her. She circled faster, and, when he pinched her nipple, the electric bolt went straight to her clit, and she rocketed into her orgasm.

Kyle squeezed her hips, thrusting up into her, and within minutes was growling her name as hecame.

When the shudders had stopped shaking him and he’d pulled in a deep breath, Kyle pulled her in to lie on top of him. She lay with her cheek on his chest, his hand stroking her hair. The position was a little tight for her neck, but the endorphin high was definitely a real thing—she felt boneless. And totally happy. And like this was exactly where she wanted to be. Forgood.

And she wondered how to break it to Kyle that she was considering messing up another of his plans—the one that sent her back to Seattle.

* * *

Hannah awokewith her head on Kyle’s chest, her legs tangled with his on top of the rumpled sleeping bags. And she knew instantly she’d made a mistake.

Her neck was screaming ather.

Sleeping on the floor, after having sex three times on that floor, with her head propped up on the very nice and firm, but hardly orthopedically sound chest of Kyle Ames? Yeah, she was going to pay forthis.

And that pissed her off. She couldn’t have a spontaneously romantic night in the house that she and Kyle had dreamed up together, including rock-her-world sex, without regretting it the nextday?

Dammit.

She started to sit up, but a big, hot hand squeezed her ass, keeping her in place. And she didn’t want to move. Really, ever. Because up against Kyle in the middle of what should be their family room seemed like exactly where she shouldbe.

And because as sore as her neck was now, it was likely to be worse once she tried to moveit.

“Morning,” he said, his voice rumbling through his chest in herear.

She didn’t look up at him—because she couldn’t. She trailed a finger over his chest though as she said, “Morning.”

He palmed her butt, pressing her against his hip. “I could get used tothis.”

Hannah had to force herself not to crank her neck to see into his face. That sounded like a lot more than just a quickie because they couldn’t help it. And it definitely didn’t sound like he regrettedit.

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