Grabbing the cover with his free hand, he shoved it out of the way and forged a wet path down her stomach, licking a circle around her belly button before pulling one side of her shorts down. “Up,” was all he said.
She lifted her hips, allowing him to rid her of all her clothes. He climbed on top of her, settling himself between her thighs. His erection rubbed against her, but his board shorts were in the way.
Her legs went around his waist, and she began to undulate her hips, her face drawing in tight.
“Are you using me, sweetheart?” he asked, nipping at her bottom lip.
“I want an orgasm. You give amazing ones.”
Well, he always did like to hear the truth. “I bet I can give you an even more amazing one.”
Her eyes opened wide. “How?”
He nuzzled her neck, sucking at an obviously sensitive spot. “With me, inside of you. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Pink suffused her face. “You sure are bold.”
“Is that a problem?”
She shook her head. “I like it.”
“Wait. Condom,” he said, pulling one out of his pocket before she shoved his board shorts down and palmed his erection. He groaned her name as she began to stroke him.
“Now who’s in charge?” she said, blinking those gorgeous eyes at him.
He was.
With a growl, he flipped her to her stomach and spread her legs with one of his. “Ready for me?”
She glanced at him over her shoulder, giving him a look so hot that the entire room should have instantaneously burst into flames. “I’ll die if you don’t.”
Tearing open the condom, he slid it on and then positioned himself at her entrance. With agonizing patience, he slowly thrust inside of her, giving her an inch at a time as she adjusted to his size. He slammed his hands against the headboard and tried to keep his pace, reminding himself that she hadn’t had sex in years. There was no use in shoving inside of her, even when everything inside of him demanded that he do it. He’d only hurt her and that was the very last thing he’d ever do to Hannah, especially like this.
But she was so damn warm, tight, and wet that it took every ounce of self-control to be easy as he moved. Her inner muscles gripped him like a vise, and he bit back a groan.
She arched her back, her hair half undone and falling around her shoulders. Wriggling her ass against him, she took another inch and he growled her name.
Damn. She was making him wild for her. He had to slow down. He grabbed her chin, turning her head so he could kiss her. She met him head-on, her mouth opening under his and her tongue stroking.
Hannah moaned into Drew’s mouth. She was going to die from pleasure, and it didn’t bother her one bit. She tried to take him deeper but he kept one hand on her hip, not allowing her to move.
“I can take more,” she said. “I won’t break.”
His eyes glinted as he gripped her waist. “I’ll give you what you want, but not yet.”
She pouted. He nipped at her.
“I’m not in a hurry,” he said. “No meetings.” Thrust. “No phone calls.” Thrust. “Only you.” He thrust again, and her body surrendered to him.
Slipping his hand beneath her, he found her clit and started to play with her. Tease her. He made her cry out for more, for him… for whatever he would give her.
But all he would do was keep up his maddeningly slow pace and tell her to trust him to take care of her. That she was beautiful and felt so damn good.
“So good, sweetheart. So perfect.” He lightly bit her shoulder and pinched her clit at the same time.
She screamed his name, her body shattering. Soaring. Floating. Vaguely, she heard him groan her name as he thrust into her so hard that she came off her knees. But she didn’t care. Her orgasm went on and on.
Pulling out of her, he murmured her name and gently pushed her onto her back. Stroking her face, he smiled. “Back with me?”
She touched his cheek. “I’m here. All yours.”
He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “When you’re ready, I could go for a shower.”
“Will you wake me up like this every day?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“I’m not turning sex with you down.”
He grinned wickedly. “I thought marriage was supposed to make women avoid sex.”
“That’s because those women aren’t married to you.”
“You are too good to be true,” he said quietly, his grin fading. “Sometimes, I think I should have left you alone in that board room, not used that IOU against you, or mentioned Alexis. In fact, I should have—”
“Hush.” She kissed him, not wanting to hear another word. One day, he’d understand that she didn’t give a damn about IOUs or Alexis George—all she wanted was him.