Hold Me Close - Talia Hibbert Page 0,216

pleasure that stole his breath when she sank down onto his aching cock.

And yet, the sensation destroyed him. The feel of her hot, wet cunt gripping his length; the soft flesh of her thighs brushing his as she rode him; the sight of her eyes fluttering shut and her lips parting on a sigh… It all wrecked him. Fucked him up completely. Fucked him up perfectly.

God, he loved her.

Nate’s hands gripped her arse, her hips, her thick waist and soft belly, claiming every lush curve in the only way she’d allow. Never, in a thousand years, would he have enough of this. She fucked herself so hard and so deep on his cock, he was ready to come within seconds—but he couldn’t, because she wasn’t done with him. She clutched his shoulders and moaned and rocked against him, and he wondered if she’d ever be done with him.

He hoped not.

Nate pulled her closer and kissed his way up her throat. She tasted so good, so fucking good, everywhere. When she moaned and arched into him, pleasure arced from the base of his spine to the root of his cock like an arrow, so intense his breath caught. His control was unravelling way too fucking fast. Then she took his face in her hands and kissed him, and he was fucked. He was absolutely fucked.

“I’m going to come,” he panted against her lips. “But if you stop—”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck, no, Hannah. Never.”

“So come.” She rose up until only the tip of his cock kissed her slick heat. Then she sank down again, rolling her hips, and it was as if he’d been waiting for permission. Sensation ripped through him as he cried out her name, his vision blurring slightly—but not enough to hide the look on her face, the way she watched with lustful eyes as he came for her.

The disorientating grip of pleasure eased, and his head fell against her shoulder. He was gratified to notice that she was sweating as much as he was, panting as much as he was.

And clinging to him the way he clung to her.

This time, she didn’t push him away. She didn’t force distance between them. She kissed a spot just below his right ear, which meant she’d noticed the little, old-fashioned camera tattooed there. No hot licks, no wicked bites, just a single, sweet kiss.

Nate raised his head to smile at her. “You okay?”

Clearly, this was a day full of blessings, because she smiled back. “I’m great.”

“You haven’t changed your mind?”

She ran a finger over his eyebrow, his cheekbone, up the bridge of his nose. “Me? No. I don’t change my mind.”

Well, that was good fucking news for him. “Neither do I.”

She arched a brow. “We’ll see.”

“We’ll see.” As if she… expected him to? That stung. But, he reminded himself, she was so cautious. And their situation was complicated. And she didn’t know that he loved her.

Maybe he should tell her.

Yeah, that’ll go down well. You make up after three weeks of weirdness, have sex, and immediately confess your undying love. She’ll react wonderfully.

Okay, never mind.

Instead, he kissed her gently, his thumb stroking over that unexpected tattoo on her belly. “We will see.” Because he’d show her. “In the meantime, I think we should both refrain from dating pirates. And dog owners. And any combination of the above.”

She snorted. “I was never dating Rae. Relax.”

“I’ll relax if you agree that this is exclusive.” That seemed like the only thing he could push for right now. The only thing that wouldn’t make his wary Hannah nervous. But slow and steady won the race, didn’t it? That’s what he always told the kids, anyway.

She stared at him for a moment, biting her lip. He kept his expression calm and his muscles loose, even as his heart pounded like a drum. Then, finally, she spoke. “Exclusive and secret. Right?”

He should’ve expected that, he supposed. It made sense, after all. And from Hannah, he’d take what he could get. So Nate nodded, and smiled, and said, “Exclusive and secret. Obviously.”

But the words were bitter on his tongue.

20

“The mental is physical.”

- Hannah Kabbah, The Kabbah Code

There was a clock in Hannah’s head. It was ticking.

She didn’t know when her time would run out, when the bomb would detonate or whatever the fuck, but she knew it would happen eventually. Every time Nate wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, the ticking got louder. Every time he played absently with her