it with them.
If he still was an agent with the Ser vice. Which he wasn't.
The thought should chill him.
"Just forget I brought it up," Hannah was saying now, the hand on his knee patting the muscle that was tight with lust.
He wasn't in the least bit cold.
She took her hand back and placed it with the other in her lap, folded together like an honor student hoping for an extra credit mark. Her face was directed toward the window, so he could trace her profile with his gaze and think of all the ways men had screwed her:
Fiance leaving her alone with a ring on her finger for three years, then marrying someone else behind her back.
Tanner lying about their mutual explosion.
Then there were all the ways men hadn't screwed her:
That fiance.
Tanner when she'd asked so nicely.
"Hannah," he said softly. For the first time he realized her voice was like an exhalation. Just her name, Hannah, like that breathless moment of anticipation before a man saw a woman's naked breasts or touched a woman's wet, naked sex.
He made up his mind. "Hannah."
She continued staring out the window. "Yes?" There was a wealth of information in that syllable. Her throat was tight. Her nerves were shot. She was braced for rejection, or, more likely, already thought he'd given her his answer.
"Hannah, this time when I touch you, you're never going to be able to forget it."
Her head whipped toward him. And one look at her tender mouth, parted in surprise, and he couldn't figure out how he'd lasted this long without tasting it.
They'd find a bed later. But now, now there was only this.
He slid from under the steering wheel and down the leather bench seat until he could pull her into his arms and onto his lap. Her sweet little ass nestled onto his thighs and her hip pressed against his aching cock. The position yanked high the hem of that cinnamon-candy dress, and at the top of her endless legs he could see the tabs of a garter belt.
His heart slammed to a stop, colliding against his chest wall. One of his forefingers - Christ, was it trembling? - traced the stretch of matching crimson tape. Hannah jerked at his touch, her little gasp of desire reminding him of how it had been between them on New Year's Eve.
Instantaneous.
Undeniable.
She'd been so turned on, she trembled as he took off her shoes.
"I like garter belts," he murmured against her ear, fingering the little piece again.
She ducked her head, a bit shy, he supposed, yet jerked again as he dipped his finger under the strap to stroke her bare thigh with his fingertip.
"I - I've never worn one before."
"Never?" He traced the top of the stocking, and licked the delicate rim of her curved ear at the same time.
Now he felt that telltale quiver in her body and he smiled against her cheek. He ran his mouth toward her lips and felt her little sigh.
He lifted his head. "Okay?"
"I only wished I remembered," she said, a seductive little pout in her voice. "It isn't fair."
But it was getting fairer by the second, Tanner thought, because Hannah felt so right in his arms. He grasped her chin and turned her face to meet his kiss.
So right.
Her lips opened beneath the pressure of his. He slid his tongue inside, just brushing the tip of hers with the tip of his in the smallest greeting. She pressed closer, but he retreated, even though she made an impatient noise in the back of her throat.
He soothed her by first kissing one corner of her mouth and then the other. When he lifted his head again, she chased his mouth and he let her do what she wanted. It was like that kiss at the bar on New Year's Eve - desperate.
Stroking his hand over her bare shoulder, he pulled away from her again. "I'll give you what you need, sweetheart, don't worry."
Her hands tangled in his hair and brought his mouth back down. "It's just so good to have someone want me," she said against his lips.
Oh, Hannah.
"Your ex," he muttered, anger and sympathy mixing inside him. "I could kill - "
"Shh." She pressed her fingers to his mouth to stop his threat. "Don't say that."
"But - "
"Think about me." She snuggled closer, her hip pressing tighter against the base of his erection.
He groaned.
"You said explosive. That's what I want. I want that again. I want that now."
No, no. He needed to warm her up,