Hold Me Close - Talia Hibbert Page 0,214

teased his lips. “Press here for happiness?”

“In an ideal world,” she smiled back.

He kissed her. Right over the tattoo. And then he kissed her again, and again, his lips straying from the ink until every inch of her belly was tingling from the warmth of his mouth. Until her heart was pounding and her muscles melting.

Then he stood, hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her skirt, and said, “Up.”

She lifted her hips without hesitation, because somehow, it didn’t feel weird to be naked with Nate. Sometimes nakedness felt odd to Hannah—even when she was alone. But right now, it was fine. Right now, it was good.

He let her skirt fall to the floor, and then he ran his hands over her bare legs, his gaze reverent. “You,” he rasped out, “are unbelievable.”

“What does that mean?” she asked lightly, as if she didn’t care. As if he wasn’t sweeping his thumbs over the old self-harm scars on her thighs right now.

He looked up. “It means that if you weren’t sitting in front of me, I wouldn’t believe anyone could be this fucking sexy.” There was a fire in his eyes so fierce, she couldn’t doubt him for a second. But even if she had, the way he kissed her would have made things clear.

And the way he stroked his hands over every inch of her skin, every soft curve and dip, as if he couldn’t get enough.

And the way he yanked off her knickers in between shoving down his jeans, like he didn’t know which to do first, like he couldn’t think straight beyond You, me, naked.

No, she couldn’t doubt him. Even if she’d wanted to.

He ended up naked first, because Hannah dragged off his underwear with an urgency she didn’t bother to hide. If he could look at her so hungrily, and touch her so desperately, she could let him see how badly she wanted him. That was safe, wasn’t it? That was even. So she stripped him off until he stood before her completely bare, his cock rising up from between those muscled thighs.

Then he unhooked her bra, the last piece of fabric between them, and stared at it. “Hannah… does your bra have pockets?”

“Um, yes.”

He gave her a look brimming with amusement. “I didn’t think bras came with pockets. Do they come with pockets?”

“No,” she admitted.

“Did you… did you sew pockets into your bra?”

“Yes. Don’t laugh! Don’t laugh! We’re having sex!”

For some reason, that just made him laugh harder. “Hannah,” he wheezed between chuckles. “Why do you keep whispering sex?”

“I don’t know!”

He cupped her cheeks and kissed her, even though he was still laughing. And that made her laugh, until they were just two naked weirdos giggling into each other’s mouths.

“Holy shit,” he snorted, “I—I adore you. I really do.” He kissed her cheek. “You’re perfect. You’re perfect.”

The tender words squeezed ruthlessly at her heart. Her poor, foolish heart, which was falling in love with him right this second, totally and tragically. It would not end well. But she’d never felt like this, and she’d certainly never been adored. It felt good, and it probably wouldn’t happen again. So Hannah decided to go with it. For now.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her tongue along the soft, inner seam of his mouth. Nate’s laughter faded into a groan, and his hips rocked forwards. When his cock nestled against the swollen folds of her pussy, they each dragged in a ragged breath. And then Nate reached between their bodies and nudged the blunt head of his dick against her aching clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she sighed, her head falling back. “What—? Ohhh, yes.”

He rocked against her, running his lips along the line of her throat. “More?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I can’t—”

“Tell me.” He pulled her closer, his forehead bumping against hers, his gaze gentle as ever despite the need burning there. “Trust me. Tell me what you want.”

Hannah bit her lip as she studied him. Maybe it was because his face had become so dear to her, or maybe it was the heat suffusing her body and the lust racing through her veins, but she wanted to.

So she fumbled around until she found the condoms he’d dropped on the desk. Then she slapped them against his chest and got as close to dirty talk as she was ever going to get. Wrapping her free hand around his cock, her fingers covering his, she murmured, “I want you. Inside me. Please.”

By his low, agonised moan, anyone would think she’d just given a