circles her waist. As the song, something about a lost love, plays, I pull Hannah closer until she rests her head against my shoulder.
Emotion fills my throat. Something about this moment feels so…real. By her silence, I sense Hannah’s feeling the same way.
Searching for a way to lighten the moment, I step back and spin her around. She laughs, and then I dip her.
As I lean over her, she whispers my name.
“What is it?” I say back.
“You were quiet on the ride today.”
I know she’s referring to the time after we made out in the back of the truck.
“I’m sorry,” I say sincerely. “I’m not used to spending time with a woman after we…”
“Hook up?” She fills in the blank.
“Right.”
Even though “hook up” feels too cheap for what Hannah and I did.
“I understand.” She drops my hand and heads for the back of the truck. “Let’s set up the bedding inside the tent.”
She crawls into the truck bed before I can stop her. When she hops down with a sleeping bag in her arms, she asks me, “Is there more than one of these?”
Shit.
“I didn’t even think of that,” I admit. “This is all Dylan’s. He’s going to get new stuff, so he left it for me. I can sleep out here in the truck if you’d rather.”
“No. I want to sleep in the tent with you. I guess I just thought maybe…”
“Maybe what?” I ask her.
“You wanted space after today.”
I look straight at her. “Hannah, I want whatever you want. But I don’t want to push you. I also can’t promise you anything after tonight. And that doesn’t feel fair to you.”
“It is fair to me. I told you I need the same thing—casual.”
I don’t really buy that, but I don’t say anything.
Hannah tosses me the sleeping bag and twists her hands together. “So does that mean…”
I wait for her to struggle through her thought.
“I’m fine to share the sleeping bag,” she finally says, and I let out the breath I was holding.
“We can open it up and then throw blankets over us.” I grab the blankets out of the truck.
As I head for the tent, I surrender.
Clearly, God wants Hannah and me to have sex.
There could have been two sleeping bags, which would have at least helped to keep us separate.
But one it is.
And I’m done pretending I don’t want her when she’s literally all I’ve wanted all day.
I make the bed in record time, make sure Lucky is okay in the corner, and invite Hannah inside.
As soon as she appears on her knees in the doorway, I take her face in my hands and kiss the shit out of her.
She falls forward onto me as she tries to get through the tent flap, and we roll onto the blankets until I end up on top of her. I reach over and zip the flap closed.
The moon is bright tonight, and it shines through the clear top of the tent so I can see Hannah. Her lips are red from our kiss and her cheeks flushed.
I slip my hand inside her tank top. As I drag my hand up her stomach and to her breasts, I discover something.
“No bra?”
“It’s built into the shirt.”
“You’re killing me here, Hannah.” My thumbs brush her bare nipples, and she moans.
I keep touching her until she’s squirming beneath me, and then I raise her top so I can see her.
She’s even more beautiful than I fantasized about. Pale pink nipples against lily-white skin. I lift her top up and over her head and toss it to the side.
I take off her sandals, and then drag down her shorts and panties and deposit them with her tank top.
Hannah is bare to me. Exposed.
And I lose my breath looking at her.
“You’re stunning,” I tell her.
I take one pale nipple into my mouth and suck hard. She cries out my name, and I move to her other breast. Her hands claw at my shirt, and I help her pull it off of me.
I take off my sneakers and remove my jeans and boxer briefs.
“Holy crap.” Hanna’s gaze is stuck on my crotch. “You’re even bigger than I thought.”
“And you’ll fit every inch of it,” I promise her. “But not until you’re more than ready.”
That moment happens sooner than I thought.
I put my mouth between her legs, and she comes within seconds.
“You know I don’t ever come this fast,” she says to me as I brace myself over her. “Only with you.”
My lips trace a path up