sucked harder. He wanted her wild with sensation.
Four years, he remembered.
He wanted her beyond wild.
His nose was pressed into her fragrant flesh and he drew in her scent, that rose-and-aroused perfume that he'd noticed the first time she sat on his lap. His All-American Rose.
But he wasn't thinking of flowers when he lifted her other breast free of the corset. Now he was only thinking of how he was going to hang on so he could wring out every drop of Hannah's plea sure.
She wiggled on his lap and he sucked her second breast harder and brought his palm over the triangle of lace that covered her mound. He opened his mouth wider over her nipple, taking in more of her hot flesh, and then he sucked again, pressing the heel of his hand against her mons in the same rhythm.
She was trembling, saying his name, a litany of girl-lust, and he was digging it, God so digging it, that he almost missed what happened next.
Her hips rose toward his insistent hand and her back arched to his mouth. Her body gave three little tremors, then one hard jolt. Hannah's personal little earthquake.
He couldn't believe it. He lifted his head. She was blinking, and another little tremor took her as he watched. His hands shaking, he lifted one to brush her hair away from her face. "Did you just come?"
Her head bobbed in a tiny nod.
"Oh, yeah," he murmured, glancing up toward God. "Life is getting fairer by the minute." His hand had just been near her switch. He hadn't even touched her there and she'd still gone off like one of Troy's Marine incendiary devices.
Watching her face closely, Tanner drew one palm down her throat, over her damp breasts, and then down the center of her belly until he could slide his fingers under those red-hot pan ties. "Open your legs, sweetheart," he said. "I want to touch your sweet heat."
Her head fell back against his shoulder as her legs splayed wider. Then he found her, and it was sweet, and so freakin' hot that he almost singed his hand. And wet. So wet.
He pushed two fingers into her tight channel, then drew them up, to catch her clit between his knuckles. He gave it a friendly squeeze, then went back inside her again. Back out. Another squeeze.
With a cry, she came again.
Tanner froze. God. Oh, God. Locker rooms didn't cover this. Playboy or Pent house neither - not in any believable manner anyway. Did she have four years of orgasm stored up inside that sweet body just screaming to get out, or was she merely the most responsive woman he'd ever played with in the front seat of a car?
Car. Shit.
They were parked in a car in a public lot.
"Sweetheart. Hannah." He brushed her hair back again and kissed her slack mouth. She was awake, but looked as shell shocked as he felt. He kissed her again, and groaned as he felt her return to life. Her tongue licked his bottom lip and then bit there.
She was getting aroused again already, but he for damn sure didn't want to do the deed here. The first time with a man inside her in four years shouldn't be in a public place in a car that had been someone's grandmother's before he'd bought it and its ridiculously low mileage after leaving the Secret Ser vice.
"We're going to leave now, sweetheart. We're going to go to my place."
Somehow he managed to scoop up her dress and get her zipped back into it, even as she found places on him to kiss. His chin. The side of his neck. His shoulder, which he felt even through the thick sweater.
Then he buckled her into her seat, thankful for the wide space between them because he was hard and hurting and so damn horny that he might just pull over and pull her over on top of him.
It took him too long to get to his place. Oh, God, really too long.
"Hell!" he said, slamming the side of his fist on the steering wheel as he came to a stop in the middle of the street in front of his house. He glanced over at Hannah. "One of my brothers is crashing here. That's Terry's truck in my driveway, which means his girlfriend has been throwing house hold goods at him again."
She bit her swollen bottom lip, all big eyes. "I...I don't know about bringing you to Desiree's suite. She's been so generous, but..."
"I'm