Then he shrugged off his jacket and tugged off his henley.
My eyes bugged out and I stared at his bared chest.
Good God.
“What are you –” I started to say but he interrupted me.
“In deference to your ribs, you can be on top this time.” My mouth dropped open.
Then my eyes went back in my head and they narrowed on him.
“I don’t think so,” I snapped.
He caught me at the hips, pul ed me to him and kissed me.
I did resist, I’m not that weak. It’s just that my resistance didn’t last long.
When his mouth left mine to trail down my cheek to my neck I said, “You’re a jerk.”
He moved away a bit, pul ed my t-shirt free of my skirt, yanking it over my head, and dropping it on the floor.
Then he looked into my eyes.
My hammering heart thundered in a swel and then stuttered to a halt when I saw the look in his eyes. They were not distant or disinterested, they were something else, something I’d never seen on him, or anyone, before.
“Yeah,” he agreed and his voice echoed the look in his eye. “I am.”
Then he kissed me again.
Needless to say, it went wild after that (what could I say, this was Hank).
We were al over each other, hands, mouths, tongues.
He pul ed my skirt up, bunching it at my waist, turned us both around and sat down on the bed, his arms around me, taking me with him. He fel back, rol ed me over careful y, then came away and yanked down my panties and tossed them aside. Then he bent low, spread my legs and his mouth went there.
“Good God,” I breathed and I slid my hands into his hair.
He took me to the edge. I was panting, pressing my hands in his hair and nearly there when he pul ed away.
Instantly, I came up, my hands went to his shoulders, pushing him back. I undid his buckle, unbuttoned his jeans, slid them only as low on his h*ps as was needed and climbed on top of him. I had my hand wrapped around him to guide him inside but his hands went to my hips, he bucked, ramming into me and my hand flew away from between us.
My back arched when he fil ed me, I gasped and Hank kept bucking.
It was Hank and my wild ride and it was far more satisfying.
He didn’t make me do al the work, he was strong, his h*ps were powerful and I just held onto his shoulders and enjoyed the ride.
It was delicious.
When I came, his hands slid up my back, pressing me down, and he captured my moans in his mouth.
A few minutes later, I returned the favor.
Afterward, I had my face pressed into his neck and he spoke, his voice deep and hoarse, “Say my name.” I hesitated, not sure what he was asking. Did he think I didn’t know who he was? Did he think I imagined myself with Bil y?
“Hank,” I whispered, my heart in my throat.
“That isn’t what you cal me.”