“Kiss the Cook.”
Of course it was. Hannah fought the urge to laugh hysterically. Low blood sugar. Surely that was it.
“You know,” Nate said, “I thought you couldn’t look sexier than you did in your underwear, but seeing you in my shirt…well, damn.” He removed the frying pan of bacon from the heat. Already on the table sat what looked like eggs Benedict and hash browns. That was all Hannah managed to notice before he covered the distance between them with quick strides and swept her up into a kiss.
Chapter Four
His hands gripped her bottom as he pulled her hard against him. She slipped her arms around him, enjoying the feel of smooth hard muscle beneath warm skin. She returned the kiss, sliding her tongue between his lips, losing herself in the sensation of his body against hers. Nate’s low growl of approval made her dizzy. She thought she was going to pass out because her heart and lungs just didn’t seem to want to work in tempo anymore.
She hadn’t intended to get into another clinch, but his presence was just too intoxicating. Nate touched her, and everything but the thought of sex fled from her mind. And it wasn’t so much thought or mind that was involved, really. Just pure animalistic reaction.
Nate picked her up and bodily carried her a few steps to the counter, swiping some dishes into the sink before depositing her on the granite surface. She yelped as her butt hit the cold counter.
“Sorry,” he said. “Let me distract you.” His teeth grazed the side of her neck. His morning beard abraded her skin. She found it highly erotic. Her shirt fell away from one shoulder, and he nipped her collarbone. In response, she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hips were lean and hard between her thighs, and she slipped forward so that he pressed against her, only the cloth of the apron separating them. She was already wet with arousal.
His hands slid up her sides and onto her breasts. He rubbed the silk over her nipples. When they hardened against his palms, he teased them with his fingers, and Hannah moaned. The mesmerizing sensation was sending slow waves of pleasure through her, all of them ending up in the spot pressed so tightly against his erection.
Reaching up, she latched her hands onto the cupboard handles. Her breasts spilled out through the front of the half-buttoned shirt. Nate didn’t need any more invitation than that. His mouth captured one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. Hannah closed her eyes, her breath coming in short gasps. Each slow suckle pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She involuntarily moved her hips in a circular motion, giving in to her arousal. He was hard against her, and when she started grinding against him she felt his teeth clamp down. The flash of pain made her cry out.
“Too much?” he gasped.
“No,” she managed. Borderline, but not too much. The sharpness had intensified the need that pulsated in her clit.
He drew back slightly and slid a hand between them. She moaned again as his fingers found her wet core. He moved his hand lazily, teasing, not bringing her over the edge like she craved. “I guess so,” he said, displaying his now-glistening fingers. He ran them across her lips, then kissed her again so they could both taste her arousal.
Nate repeated the motion, dipping into her and this time tracing her moistness onto her nipples, then greedily sucking it off. The relentless attention to her breasts was bringing her close to a peak again, and she wondered if she would repeat last night’s incredible experience.
She didn’t get a chance to find out. Nate continued to nuzzle her breasts as he pulled a condom from his apron pocket. A moment later, the head of his cock nestled at her slick entrance.
She closed her eyes, but Nate’s husky “Look at me” caused her to open them again. They stared at each other as he slowly, steadily entered her, not breaking visual contact even when he was sheathed
Of course it was. Hannah fought the urge to laugh hysterically. Low blood sugar. Surely that was it.
“You know,” Nate said, “I thought you couldn’t look sexier than you did in your underwear, but seeing you in my shirt…well, damn.” He removed the frying pan of bacon from the heat. Already on the table sat what looked like eggs Benedict and hash browns. That was all Hannah managed to notice before he covered the distance between them with quick strides and swept her up into a kiss.
Chapter Four
His hands gripped her bottom as he pulled her hard against him. She slipped her arms around him, enjoying the feel of smooth hard muscle beneath warm skin. She returned the kiss, sliding her tongue between his lips, losing herself in the sensation of his body against hers. Nate’s low growl of approval made her dizzy. She thought she was going to pass out because her heart and lungs just didn’t seem to want to work in tempo anymore.
She hadn’t intended to get into another clinch, but his presence was just too intoxicating. Nate touched her, and everything but the thought of sex fled from her mind. And it wasn’t so much thought or mind that was involved, really. Just pure animalistic reaction.
Nate picked her up and bodily carried her a few steps to the counter, swiping some dishes into the sink before depositing her on the granite surface. She yelped as her butt hit the cold counter.
“Sorry,” he said. “Let me distract you.” His teeth grazed the side of her neck. His morning beard abraded her skin. She found it highly erotic. Her shirt fell away from one shoulder, and he nipped her collarbone. In response, she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hips were lean and hard between her thighs, and she slipped forward so that he pressed against her, only the cloth of the apron separating them. She was already wet with arousal.
His hands slid up her sides and onto her breasts. He rubbed the silk over her nipples. When they hardened against his palms, he teased them with his fingers, and Hannah moaned. The mesmerizing sensation was sending slow waves of pleasure through her, all of them ending up in the spot pressed so tightly against his erection.
Reaching up, she latched her hands onto the cupboard handles. Her breasts spilled out through the front of the half-buttoned shirt. Nate didn’t need any more invitation than that. His mouth captured one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. Hannah closed her eyes, her breath coming in short gasps. Each slow suckle pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She involuntarily moved her hips in a circular motion, giving in to her arousal. He was hard against her, and when she started grinding against him she felt his teeth clamp down. The flash of pain made her cry out.
“Too much?” he gasped.
“No,” she managed. Borderline, but not too much. The sharpness had intensified the need that pulsated in her clit.
He drew back slightly and slid a hand between them. She moaned again as his fingers found her wet core. He moved his hand lazily, teasing, not bringing her over the edge like she craved. “I guess so,” he said, displaying his now-glistening fingers. He ran them across her lips, then kissed her again so they could both taste her arousal.
Nate repeated the motion, dipping into her and this time tracing her moistness onto her nipples, then greedily sucking it off. The relentless attention to her breasts was bringing her close to a peak again, and she wondered if she would repeat last night’s incredible experience.
She didn’t get a chance to find out. Nate continued to nuzzle her breasts as he pulled a condom from his apron pocket. A moment later, the head of his cock nestled at her slick entrance.
She closed her eyes, but Nate’s husky “Look at me” caused her to open them again. They stared at each other as he slowly, steadily entered her, not breaking visual contact even when he was sheathed
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