Just a little more, it’s all I needed. A little more time. A little more of him. A little more of us.
His head pulled back as he slipped his fingers inside me, pumping and rubbing out that last little bit of pleasure from me. My body tensed and clenched before letting go. Billy’s arm hooked around my waist, keeping me from falling to a heap on the floor as he brushed kisses along my belly. I stroked my hand through his hair, each touch laced with a tenderness.
Staring down at Billy on his knees before me, a grin on his lips, a wobbly smile on mine, I knew there was no way I wasn’t falling hard for this man. I knew I shouldn’t, but it didn’t matter what was right or wrong, all I wanted to do was crawl up in this man’s lap and stay there forever.
Chapter 11
BILLY
Holding Hannah’s half-naked body in my arms, I kissed along her neck and shoulder as she worked to tame her breathing. Having her this way once again, sated and content, I knew it was going to hurt ten times worse letting her leave me this time around. The woman was so responsive to my touch, like she was made to be mine. And hell, if I didn’t want that to be true.
“Let’s get you dressed and home.” I kissed the top of her head.
She lifted it with a sigh. “Um, yeah. About that, I can’t go home quite yet. Wes has company this evening.”
With her hand wrapped around mine, I pulled her to her feet. “That’s good, because when I said home, I meant my place not Wes’s.” I hitched up a grin, adding, “Oh, and you’ll be staying with me your last few days here. I’ve already picked up your stuff from his place.”
Wes and I had agreed this afternoon it was best if she stayed with me. Not that I needed his approval. She only had a couple of days left in town, and I planned to spend what little time I could with her for those last few days. With it being harvest season, that didn’t leave me much time.
She stood there still naked from the bottom down, hands on hips, full of confidence and a little bit of that sass I loved. “You did what?”
“You heard me, blondie. You’re staying at my place the rest of the time you’re here.”
Her nostrils flared with the exhale from her nose. “How caveman of you.” She plucked her underwear from the floor, huffing as she wiggled her little ass back into them. “You and Wes don’t just get to decide where I stay. That’s my decision.”
I snatched her wrist as she tried to step around me, spinning her back into my arms. Her breath hitched as she landed against my chest, her expression startled but her eyes still narrowed with a rebellious challenge.
“Cool your panties, princess. I wasn’t trying to piss you off. I thought you’d prefer to stay with me over him.”
“That’s not the point, Billy.”
I nodded. “All right. I get it. I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll talk to you first. You want me to take you to a hotel, I’ll take you to a hotel.”
Her body relaxed as she shot me a playful smile. “Take me to a hotel, huh?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Okay. That’s what I want,” she deadpanned.
“No way.”
She gawked. “But you just said—”
“Yeah and I lied, the same way you just did.”
“Billy Miller!”
“Don’t give me that look. We both know you called my bluff and now I’m calling yours.”
She bit her bottom lip, unable to tell another white lie.
“That’s what I thought.” I spun her under and out of my arms, smacking her on that cute ass before sending her on her way. “Get dressed. I’ll grab the food.”
Unlocking the door to my one-bedroom apartment, I stepped aside so Hannah could enter. With an eager smile on her lips, she stepped over the threshold, stopping just inside the small entryway. I set her suitcase against the wall, then closed and locked the door behind us, tossing my keys to the left on the small entry table. The clatter of metal hitting wood echoed off the bare walls.
Her eyes scanned over the mostly empty living room and all the half-packed boxes that littered the space. I gripped the back of my neck, rubbing it raw, wondering where the hell all the nerves wracking my body came from.
I cleared my throat. “I’m, uh, sorry it’s not very homey at the moment. I’m in the middle of packing, so I can move out to the Monroes’ place when it’s ready.”
It hadn’t been much to look at even before I started packing. I’d always kept it pretty bare bones, with only the essentials. I never had the desire nor the time to make it into anything more.
She looked over her shoulder, a tender smile on her face. “It’s perfect.”
I nodded once, overcome with an emotion I didn’t want to analyze. Having her in my place was twisting me up inside. Needing to control my craziness, I walked to the kitchen located just off the small living room, finding a couple of paper plates in the cabinet for our lukewarm dinner.
Pulling the burgers and fries from the bag, I felt her presence behind me. I placed each one on a plate, looking over my shoulder. She leaned casually against the framed opening, her arms crossed as she watched me. She’d slipped off her heels, making herself at home. I couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like coming home to her like this every night.
“You want me to reheat these?”
She shook her head with a small smile. “I’m not that hungry anymore.”
I picked up the plates, walking them to the tiny kitchenette table. “You need to eat, Han.” I set one at each chair before going back to drag her into the room to sit with me. “Besides, you still need to try your surprise milk shake.”
“Ooh…I almost forgot. What did you get me?”
“Take a drink, and you’ll find out.”
She lifted the Styrofoam cup, wrapping those soft, full lips around the red straw as she took her first sip. Her eyes rolled shut as she moaned in satisfaction. “Oh my god, Billy. This is heaven.”
I chuckled, leaning my forearms on the table to pick up my burger. “Figured you might like that one.”
“You know I’m a sucker for anything chocolate. Especially chocolate chip mint.” She set her cup down, looking over at mine. “What did you get?”
“Vanilla,” I teased before taking a bite of my burger.
“Liar.”
I shoved my cup toward her. She picked it up, taking another taste, her lips and tongue doing things to that straw I wish she was doing to me. With a hard swallow, I tried not to choke on my food. She sat back in her chair, tapping a finger to her lips as she contemplated the flavor.
“It’s familiar…reminds me of the candies my grandma used to keep in a crystal bowl at her house.”
“Butterscotch,” I supplied her the answer she was looking for.
“Yes! That’s it! Oh my gosh, I haven’t had one of those in years.” She picked up a fry, popping it into her mouth. “Wow, that really takes me back to a different time.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, the lightness in her expression turning to a more somber one. “We were close. I spent a lot of time with her growing up. She kept me after school every day until my parents got off work. Used to make me grilled cheddar cheese sandwiches while I worked through my studies. She always had those candies sitting in the middle of the kitchen table for us to grab and eat.”