Something inside him seemed to break. Rick lost control in that instant, and he prayed he wouldn’t regret it. Gripping her hips tighter, he began to move, fucking her as she wanted, giving her more, stroking inside her with a hunger he couldn’t still.
Each thrust sent shards of burning pleasure racing up his cock. She was tight and hot and the condom did nothing to restrict the heated caress of her pussy. It gripped him, the snug tissue flexed and convulsed as he thrust inside her, stroking his cock until he was fighting, dying as he fought to hold back his release.
He wanted to feel her coming around him. He wanted to feel that tight little pussy exploding around his cock, sucking him deeper inside her, convulsing around him.
Leaning forward, his hips working harder, faster, stretching her, burning them both, he covered her lips in a quick, hard kiss. Another. Another. He couldn’t breathe, could barely see. He pumped inside her, felt her tightening and knew she was close.
His lips traveled to her neck, to the tight, flushed tips of her breasts. He licked one nipple, another. Then drew one of the exquisite nubs into his lips and sucked it as he thrust inside her, harder, hungrier.
Her body tightened. She cried out his name as his head jerked back, his thrusts slamming into her as her pussy clasped him tighter, the heat of it intensifying until he felt her explode in his arms.
The tightened muscles seemed to erupt with tiny convulsive jerks along his dick. They fluttered around him, heated, held him, and sent him flying into a release he swore he might not survive.
Groaning her name he felt his balls jerk, his semen exploding from the tip of his cock and his world centering on this single moment in time and pleasure so brutal it marked his soul.
She was writhing beneath him, twisting, locked in her own pleasure like nothing he had never known. In his arms, Hannah Brookes was losing herself to him, and no other woman had ever done that. He had never seen it, never known it. And it broke through a wall of reserve he hadn’t realized he’d put between them.
It made his own release sharper, brighter. The pleasure so intense that his knees felt weak, his head seemed to spin with it.
As he collapsed over her, fighting for the strength to get them both to his bed, he wondered if he would ever be the same.
This was what he had fought against for the past two years, he realized. This sensation, this knowledge, this pleasure. A pleasure he wasn’t certain he wanted to live without now. A woman he knew damned good and well that he didn’t want to lose.
CHAPTER 6
HANNAH WAS FLOATING on a cloud three days later. Even the mortification she had felt at the violation of her home couldn’t penetrate it.
As one night had led to days, she found a sense of balance, and an excitement to each day that she hadn’t really expected. She had put off returning to her own house as long as she could, though. She was running out of clothes to wear, and she needed to make certain the house was back in shape.
She was hoping for an invitation to stay with Rick longer, but one hadn’t come and she had cheerfully ignored that fact. She’d take what she could get now; it was more than she had expected to begin with.
With Rick at her side she returned to the house, and he helped her wipe away the evidence that someone had been determined to humiliate her in the worst possible way.
“Tell me.” Rick came up behind her as she cleaned the red lipstick off the mirror, standing head and shoulders above her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he met her mirror gaze. “How often did you use your toys?”
There was a hint of playful humor in his eyes, in the quirk of his lips, as he settled his chin against the top of her head and watched her closely.
“Oh, only about every time I saw you.” She grinned, and it was no less than the truth.
His brows lifted as he brushed her hair back from her neck and leaned down to kiss the tender skin. Continuing to watch her, he asked, “And how often did you see me?”
Hannah cleared her throat and couldn’t help but smile. “I made sure I saw you somewhere, about once a week.”
His eyes narrowed. “Once a week, huh?”
“At least.” She tilted her head to the side, allowing him greater access to her neck. “You always looked really hot, too. I had some really good fantasies.”
“Oh yeah?” His hands moved beneath the hem of her shirt to stroke the bare flesh of her stomach. “What kind of fantasies?”
“All kinds of fantasies.” Her voice lowered, her gaze becoming dreamy as she remembered many of those fantasies. Fantasies she might have a chance of living out now.
“You could show them to me,” he suggested, his hands moving higher until he was cupping her breasts, watching his hands in the mirror as his fingers rasped over her nipples.
“I could do that,” she answered breathlessly, watching her nipples harden beneath his touch as pleasure tore through her body.
It wasn’t a gentle pleasure, not yet. It was rapid, fiery, it was a desperation, a hunger that she wondered if she would ever get used to.
As she tipped her head back against Rick’s chest to enjoy the journey of pleasure, there was a hard series of knocks at the front door. Her head jerked up, a frown pulling at her brow.