He went on. “If I were you, I wouldn’t push it.” Good God.
“I’l go to bed,” I said.
“Smart decision.”
I slid out from in front of him, said good night and Shamus and I went to the bedroom. I took off my clothes and makeup and then was left in a quandary about what to do next.
Hank told me he wanted no clothing obstacles when he got home and the way Hank spoke to me that afternoon, I didn’t want any clothing obstacles either. But, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to be na**d while Luke was in the house. What if something happened and he had to come in?
I compromised, put on my lilac nightie with the black lace but no underwear.
Then Shamus and I got into bed and after tossing and turning for a while (both of us), we fel asleep.
Chapter Twenty
Gray as the North Pole
Shamus jerked and jumped off the bed.
Automatical y, I moved into the warm space he left behind just as I felt the bed depress when Hank settled into it.
His hands came to my body immediately and pul ed me to him.
I felt like I’d been asleep for hours. I opened my eyes a crack and it was pitch dark so I closed them again.
Hank’s mouth touched my shoulder.
“Whisky?”
“Yeah,” he said, his lips against my shoulder. His hand was at my waist, skimming down the fabric of my nightie to my hip.
“How did your thing go?”
His mouth moved down my shoulder, effectively pushing aside my hair and his tongue touched the skin at the back of my neck. I trembled and my body warmed.
“We got ‘em,” he said against my neck.
“That’s good,” I said on another tremble.
He pul ed the fabric at my hip up and then his hand moved, his thumb pressing in to tag my underwear except it wasn’t there so his hand slid across my na**d hip.
Then it froze.
“Jesus,” he muttered.
It didn’t freeze for long. His fingers gripped me. He turned me and pul ed me into him with his hand at my bare ass.
Then he kissed me, not a lazy-necking kiss, he went whole hog.
I was breathing heavy and my body was in ful throb when his lips disengaged from mine.
He rol ed us over, got on top and his h*ps fel between my legs when I opened them.
He kept his mouth on mine, making me dizzy with his kisses while his hand slid between us, his fingers finding me, making me dizzier. I wrapped a leg around his waist, my arms around his back, using them as an anchor to press my h*ps into his hand.
He touched me as he kissed me and then one of his fingers slid inside.
“Hank,” I breathed before I nipped his beautiful lower lip gently with my teeth because I could not stop myself. If someone paid me ten mil ion dol ars not to, I would stil have done it.