Then he was taking what he wanted. Hannah found herself helpless against the pleasure, her hands clenching on his shoulders as she fought against the dizzying waves of sensation that shot through her body.
She could feel his erection pressing between her thighs. His hands were on her hips again, moving her against him, sliding around until he was cupping her rear, the throbbing heat of his cock penetrating his jeans and her pan ties to stroke liquid fir
e through the core of her.
It was so much, so fast. It was a sudden maelstrom of near ecstasy that stole her breath and left her gasping. Fighting for balance as his lust, her hunger, raged through her, burning across her nerve endings and sending her senses spinning.
She became lost in it. Pulled into a vortex that she couldn’t stop, that she didn’t want to stop. Her fingers threaded through his hair, longer than it had ever been, thick and cool to the touch as she held him to her.
His lips slanted over hers as she licked at his tongue. He sipped at her lips as she fought for that deeper caress again. His hands ground her against him, the hard wedge of his erection pressing into her clit and sending rioting waves of pleasure tearing through her.
Rick couldn’t believe the maddening hunger that flared between them. Just that fast. Just the touch of his lips against hers and the raging hunger took control, stripped him down to the need that burned like wildfire in the pit of his belly, and left him helpless against his desire for her.
He’d never known a kiss like this. Brutally hot, starving, as though this kiss were feeding a part of his senses that he’d never known existed.
It cut past the distrust, burned to the core of him. A distant part of his brain was snidely informing him it had just been too long since he’d fucked. Another part of him, a part he didn’t recognize, a part as unfamiliar as the dark lust tempting him, urged him to take, to relish, to push into the shadowed realms of lust with this woman. The ones he’d always avoided before. The ones he’d never even been tempted to know with Sienna.
The thought of Sienna. The thought of where he was going with Hannah, of the hunger she unleashed that he couldn’t control, was like throwing ice on fire.
He jerked back from the kiss, his breathing harsh, heavy, his vision almost blurry as he stared back at her. If he thought his vision was blurred, then her face had passed that point.
Confusion and hunger marked her expression as she stared back at him, her lips parted and damp, that full lower lip swollen more, reddened, tempting him to sip from it again. Bringing to mind images so fucking carnal he was about to come in his jeans.
His hands still gripped her ass, his cock was still pressed as tight against her pussy as it could go with the layers of clothing between them.
“Rick?” She whispered his name again, her hand lifting to touch his lips, the caress like a fiery blast of renewed hunger striking at his gut.
What the hell was he doing? He’d known this was a mistake. Knew it. Now that he’d kissed her, tasted those tempting lips, how the hell was he supposed to just walk away?
“I could stay.” There he went again, letting his dick take control over his brain.
She blinked back at him as though in surprise. What surprise? She should have known where this was heading, just as he had known.
“Tonight?” She was still breathing hard, heavy.
His hands tightened on her rear as he moved against her again, feeling the heat of her through the denim, wondering if she was as wet as she was hot.
“Tonight,” he answered, his hands sliding from her rear to her legs.
He pushed the material of her dress up her legs, feeling the silky flesh as he watched her gaze become cloudy with desire again, her face flushing with it.
Sliding his palms to her thighs, his thumbs were within inches of the heated folds of her pussy when she jumped, her fingers suddenly closing over his wrists just as he was a hair-breadth from his goal.
He stared at the innocence, the uncertainty in her eyes. She wasn’t a damned teenager, she had to know what he wanted from her.
“Isn’t this going a little fast?” Her breathing was still rough, ragged.
“We’re not teenagers, Hannah,” he told her, his voice rough. He could feel the situation rapidly spinning out of control. “Adults don’t sugarcoat sex. We’re adults.”
She blinked back at him. “Oh wow. Really?”
His eyes narrowed. That wasn’t innocence in her tone, it was pure mocking disbelief.
“Hannah,” he said, warning in his voice. He would not allow her to have the upper hand. “We’re both about to burn out of control here. There’s no sense in denying it.”
“Am I denying anything?”
No, she wasn’t, but she was no longer the sex kitten she had been beneath his kiss. She was withdrawing, he could feel it, tensing in his arms, and that wasn’t what he wanted.