Hold Me Close - Talia Hibbert Page 0,212

if the kids come into your room?”

“You’ve been here for months, Hannah. When have you ever known the kids to wake up at night?”

“Better safe than sorry.”

“Plus, we could use your bed.”

She turned to face him, wondering if she should explain her reluctance. She was supposed to be telling the truth, right? About everything. That seemed like the only way to make this work—although, truthfully, she still didn’t believe that this could work. Situations like these didn’t end happily for Hannah. They ended up with her eating Chunky Monkey alone in her bedroom while reminding herself that no-one could make a fool out of her unless she let them.

She wouldn’t expect anything of Nate, and she wouldn’t trust his sweet words or his soft lips or his honest eyes. Because people, she knew, could care about you—could love you, even—and still fuck you over if they thought it was necessary. If—when—Nate fucked her over, she’d be okay. Because she was expecting it.

In the meantime, she’d hopefully get more orgasms. At the very least, she’d enjoy sex without panicking about her lack of orgasms. So really, what could possibly go wrong?

“If we go to your room,” she explained, “or my room, I’ll be nervous the whole time. Even if I know the kids won’t wake up—”

“You’ll still worry,” he finished gently. “Okay. I get it. Is this why you dragged me outside last time?”

“I didn’t drag you,” she said demurely. “You came quite willingly.”

Nate smiled. “I did, didn’t I?” There was a sharp snick as he turned the door’s lock. Then he crossed the room far too quickly for her liking, and suddenly she was trapped between the desk and his broad body. “I think I’d follow you anywhere. You won’t take advantage, will you?”

“Um… no,” she squeaked.

One of his big hands wrapped around her wrist. He held her there for a moment, his thumb resting against her pulse, before his palm slid down to meet hers, their fingers twining together. “I think you’re lying. I think you’d happily take advantage of me.” He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “It’s one of the many, many reasons why I like you so much.”

“Really?” she croaked. “Ah.” Funny how a racing pulse and a growing wetness between her thighs could erase most of Hannah’s mental faculties. She’d had no idea, before now.

“Yep.” He stepped forward, urging her back until her arse bumped into the desk. Then he leaned down and brought his lips to her ear. “So. There are four ways I could fuck you in here, Hannah. I know because I’ve thought about it a lot.”

Oh, Jesus. She was overheating like an old laptop. What if she fainted? She’d never live it down.

“I could bend you over this desk,” he said. “I think about that one the most.” He shoved her skirt up abruptly with one hand, and then his fingers were digging into her arse while his mouth brushed gently against her ear. “I’d spread you open and watch my dick slide into you. Watch you get me nice and slippery.”

A whimper escaped her lips. Almost instantly, his mouth was on hers, as if he wanted to swallow the sound. He kissed her hard, caught her lower lip between his teeth, then released her so fast she felt dizzy.

And then, as if nothing had happened, he went right back to whispering in her ear.

“Option two,” he said, “is the chair. You in my lap. I’d get to suck your pretty tits while you bounced on my cock. But I think that would make me come fastest, you screwing me. And I’m trying to impress you.” He bent his head and kissed her throat. She felt his lips smiling against her skin for a moment before his tongue slid out to trace her pounding pulse.

“Which brings us to option three,” he said. “It’s quite simple. I take you up against the wall.”

She tried, and failed, to breathe normally. Arousal couldn’t actually choke someone, could it? In an effort to bring herself back down to earth, she reminded him: “I’m too heavy for that.”

He laughed. It didn’t sound like his ordinary laugh. It was lower, darker, edged with something white-hot. “You have no faith in me, do you sweetheart?”

“I’m just saying—” She choked down a gasp and grabbed Nate’s shoulders as he picked her up and kissed her.

She’d never had a kiss like this before. Not even with him. Because this time, when his lips eased hers open,