Or had he?
“Does it matter what she was involved in?” he asked her then. “Does that have anything to do with us?”
She shook her head slowly. “If there was an ‘us,’ then it wouldn’t have anything to do with it.”
“Oh, there’s definitely an ‘us,’” he growled as he moved around his bar, his expression shifting from emotionless to lusty in a heartbeat.
Savage features were suddenly stark with the hunger that exploded in the air around them. Hannah stared at him in fascination as he swung the bar seat on its swivel base until he could push between her thighs.
That easy. She was too easy, she thought distantly as his hand curved around her neck to hold her head in place as he lowered his head. She should protest somehow. She should do something except part her lips and consume him like chocolate.
She couldn’t help it. He tasted of rich, dark coffee and hungry male. It was an aphrodisiac she didn’t want to resist. A drug like this could entrance every woman in the world and create addicts in no time.
Pleasure suffused her from head to toe, wrapping along her nerve endings, as her arms lifted and curled around his neck, pulling him close to her.
He held her tightly for long seconds before pulling back, and lifting her against him, his lips never leaving hers.
His kisses were dizzying, intoxicating. She felt as though she were flying, twirling, in time and space as his head slanted and he deepened the kiss.
Her rear met what she assumed was the top of the small island counter, allowing her to press herself tighter to him. His hips were wedged between her thighs, his coc
k, a hard thick wedge beneath his jeans, was pressed against the mound of her pussy, rubbing the material of her pan ties against her clit.
There wasn’t enough clothing between them to protect her against the sensations. She wondered if there could ever be. Because nothing had ever been this good, this hot. Sexual intensity built inside her, wound through her system and centered in her womb, as he ground his cock against her, his hands gripping her hips, holding her to him.
Arcs of sizzling sensation raced through her bloodstream as she moaned into the kiss. She wanted more, needed more, and yet she wanted other things, as well. She wanted to taste more than his lips. She wanted to feel more than his hard erection through his jeans. She wanted to feel it hot and bare, sinking inside her, stroking her to ecstasy.
Skin to skin. That was what she wanted. His flesh stroking against hers, inside her. His lips all over her body, her lips all over his. She wanted to eat him like candy.
She licked at his lips and moaned at the rich male taste of his kiss. She felt him nip hers, and nearly whimpered at the incredible pleasure that whipped through her at the stinging caress. A second later he licked over the curve, sending another heated caress through her senses.
She had always known that Rick Grayson could affect her this way. That knowledge had just been there, for as long as she could remember, tempting her fantasies and her hunger.
“Damn, I love your taste,” he growled as his lips moved from hers to her jaw, her neck, while sliding the shirt she’d borrowed off her shoulders.
“Taste me some more,” she panted, lowering her arms to push them free of the material.
His hands gripped the hem of her T-shirt, lifted it, and he drew back, pulled it over her head.
Oh God.
She was all but naked in front of him now. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, her nipples pebble hard and so sensitive that even the cool air of the room was a caress to them.
“Sweet Lord have mercy,” he whispered as his hands lifted, his palms cupping the round curves, his thumb raking over the hard tips slowly, his gaze darkening as he stared at the flushed contours of her breasts.
Hannah’s lashes fluttered in pleasure at the feel of the callused pads of his thumbs against her nipples. It was exciting, just a little naughty. It was the most sensual experience of her life.
“Feel good?” he whispered as he raked his thumbs over them again.
“Good,” she gasped, her lashes opening to stare back at him teasingly. “It could be better.”
“Better?” His lips quirked with a hint of a smile. “How could it be better, baby?”
She was sexy as hell, her green eyes staring back at him with a glimmer of fun and pleasure that was more than just physical.
“Maybe you need to kiss them?” Her tone was wicked, her voice almost innocent. “I bet I’d really like that.” She was breathless.
“Think you would?”