Hold Me Close - Talia Hibbert Page 0,215

porn-worthy speech. He took a condom, ripped it open, and rolled the slick latex over his length. Then he sat down, but he didn’t pull her into his lap as she’d expected.

Instead, he hooked his hands under her thighs and eased her forwards until she was almost hanging off the desk. “Spread your legs,” he said softly.

Slowly, Hannah let her knees fall apart. He drew in a sharp breath, and then she felt his thumb glide over her entrance in a teasing circle. Her heart rate spiked.

“I have to make sure you’re ready,” he murmured, easing the tip—just the very tip—of his thumb inside her.

“I am,” she gasped, her hips jerking forward, her arousal demanding more. More pressure, more heat, more of that blunt intrusion. She wanted his thickness between her thighs, but anything would do. As long as it came from him.

“I don’t know,” Nate said. “You are wet.” He withdrew his thumb and she whimpered as he licked the digit clean. “But you’re so tight,” he went on. She sighed in sweet, agonised, semi-satisfaction when he touched her again.

“I’m fine. I swear I’m fine. Please, Nate, please.”

“Be patient,” he said. But he dragged in a breath, his lush mouth tightening, and she knew he wasn’t totally in control. She could push him.

She spread her legs wider and ran a hand up her body. The way his eyes followed the path of that hand, the hunger all over his face as he watched her, sharpened Hannah’s arousal even further. This was a power she hadn’t often felt, and the heady edge of control ramped up her own desire.

She slid the same hand back down her body until she found the aching bead of her clit. When she circled that swollen flesh, Nate moaned as if she’d touched him. When she did it again, he finally pushed his fingers inside her, long and thick and perfect.

Pleasure spiralled through her, from the sweet friction of his touch to the feel of his body against hers. Nate wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her closer, thrusting his fingers deep, filling her up.

“Ah, Hannah,” he breathed. “How am I supposed to go slow when you look at me like this?”

“You’re not supposed to go slow.” Her hips jerked in time with his thrusting hand, sensation fizzing through her nerve endings. “I don’t want it slow.”

He groaned and bent his head towards her swaying breasts, catching one dark tip in his mouth. When his tongue flicked over her nipple, she almost forgot how to breathe. He sucked hard, and fucked her with his fingers, and she rubbed frantically between her thighs because something good was within reach and if she didn’t get there soon it might never happen at all.

Nate released her breast with a lick and whispered, “God, you feel so good. So good. Look at you, playing with yourself.” He kissed her neglected nipple, sucked it into his mouth for a second, then let go, his stare focused between her legs.

“Nate!”

“What, sweetheart? You want more?” He licked her again. “I’m surprised you’re not being bossier, all things considered. But you don’t need to be, do you? I’m yours anyway.” He caught her nipple again, sucked harder—and she broke. Snapped. Even though she’d felt it coming, the orgasm shocked her witless. It felt as if everything that held her body together had dissolved, as if she were just a ball of sobbing pleasure, as if her spasming pussy was the only part of her that still felt at all.

She was distantly aware of him whispering into her skin, murmuring words she couldn’t be hearing right. “Hannah, my love, you own me. Forever. You own me.”

Delirious. She was delirious because she’d never come that fast or that hard. But she returned to herself when she felt him grip her hips, lift her off the desk, and pull her into his lap. Her knees landed on cool leather, straddling his thighs. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, his black pupils swallowing the blue of his iris, his mouth red and swollen, his cheeks flushed. Because of her. He looked like this, lost to desire, because of her.

Nate caught her hand and guided it to the place where his cock jutted up between them. “Use me,” he rasped, his tone commanding even as he gave himself to her.

So, she did.

Everything with Hannah was more intense than it should be—more intense than seemed humanly possible. So Nate should’ve been prepared for the