Page 92 of Stick With Me
I loveher.
“I love you so fucking much, Hannah,” I rasp, gripping her jaw and pulling her mouth to mine. I nip at her bottom lip, sucking it between my teeth greedily. A needy sound escapes her throat, and I groan against her lips.
“I’m close,” she mumbles. A few more seconds pass before her body jerks, her hands gripping my forearms as she comes. The sensation of her nails digging into my skin and her body contracting around me, almost sends me over the edge with her. But I force myself to hold off, determined to extend her climax.
My jaw clenches as beads of sweat run down my back, and my muscles tense, teetering on the edge of a mind-numbing orgasm.
Hannah’s pink tongue flicks out, and she leans in, dragging it up my neck, her lips finally settling on my jaw.
My body reacts before I can attempt to hold back. I tighten my grip on her hips, pulling her close as I come, murmuring her name.
All I can feel is her—the softness of her skin, the way her body still trembles in the aftermath of her own climax, the sound of her panting mixing with mine. My lips find her neck, trailing slow, lingering kisses as the lust slowly fades, replaced by a warmth that spreads through my chest.
I press my forehead to hers. “I love you,” I say, my lips brushing against hers. Before she can respond, I capture her mouth in a deep kiss.
When I ease away, I can’t help my eyes from roaming down her body, unable to get over the fact that she’s mine. I still have a tightness in my chest at the thought of her meeting up with Knolls, but her going to meet him smelling of me—of us—relaxes something in my caveman brain.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, glancing over at Hannah in the passenger seat as we sit in the garage. I haven’t started the car, hoping maybe she’ll change her mind.
She gives me a patient smile. “I’m sure.”
She’s beautiful. Well, she is every day, but today, I’m hyper-aware of every little thing about her. I’m searching for signs, though of what, I’m not sure. Since learning about their plans to meet, I’ve done nothing but drive myself crazy, only calming myself down by making love to her.
After fucking in the kitchen, we made our way up to our bed. Which she endlessly teased me about, but I was too focused on having her spread out on silky white sheets to defend myself. Call me old fashioned, or vanilla, but I’m obsessed with having her inourbed. A first for me, with all my past hookups being at hotels or their places. I never wanted to share my space with another woman.
The last time I came, I rubbed my release into her skin and begged her not to shower before her meeting. She shook her head and laughed but humored me, skipping the shower and throwing on what she’s dressed in now: tight black jeans and an oversized cream sweater. Her winter coat hangs open, falling to her hips. Her hair is thrown up in a messy knot, and her face is bare, except for the rosy hue the wind has added to her cheeks.
“You don’t want me to come in with you?” My hand hovers near the ignition as I stall, still feeling like this is a bad idea. I know she can take care of herself, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about Knolls hurting her again.
“I need to do this on my own,” she says, followed by a look that says,quit procrastinating and let’s go.
I reluctantly press the button to start the engine on my Land Rover. It must be the right move because she leans over the center console, planting a kiss on my shoulder and rubbing my thigh in comfort. Covering her hand with mine, I hold it in place.
“It’s going to be okay,” she says. I should probably be the one comforting her, she’s the one who has to talk to Knolls, after all.
I bring her hand to my lips and press a kiss on her palm. “Are you trying to reassure me or yourself?”
“Hmm, maybe a bit of both,” she admits.
I let out a sigh and squeeze her hand, bringing it back to rest in my lap.
The drive to Bridgewater Coffee passes in near silence. I keep Hannah’s hand in mine, the low hum of the music serving as the only background to my thoughts.
As much as I want to be supportive and hope for the best, my gut tells me it’s just another ploy for Knolls to worm his way back into her life. If she feels even a fraction of what I feel for her, I know his plan won’t work. But that doesn’t mean I like it.
“I’ll be close by, so if you need me, just call, okay?”
THIRTY-FIVE
As soon asI stepped out of Ryan’s car, doubt crept in. And now, sitting across from Jace with his usual smug expression firmly in place, I know I’ve made a mistake in agreeing to meet him.
When he sees me observing him, he composes his features into a soft smile. “You look beautiful, Hannah.”
“Um, thanks.” I shift uncomfortably in my chair, focusing on my cup of tea instead of meeting his eyes.
“I hear Logan is still waiting for his contract to be extended,” Jace says, his voice betraying fake sympathy. “Maybe I can put in a good word with my dad, you know he has influence. That’s how I ended up here.”
My heart pounds in my chest, and my throat tightens. When I meet Jace’s gaze across the table, that tiny smirk is still there, though he quickly schools it again. “Youaskedto be traded to the Saints?”
