swallow.”
“So...you weren’t there because you’re into anything, um, different?”
“Disappointed?” he asked, lobbing a challenge back in her direction, watching her blush slightly, which intrigued him.
“When I saw the news report, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something about you I didn’t know. Maybe things you liked that you thought I hadn’t been adventurous enough to try.”
He shook his head resolutely. “Nothing like that. I never held back with you when we were together. Believe me.”
She smiled slightly at that, and the kick of desire it delivered made his heart stutter. Was there something Hannah was thinking about that she’d like to try? Some secrets she was keeping?
Brody trained his mind away from the thought.
“So I’m the only one who knows?”
He nodded.
“I would never tell a soul, Brody,” she said, reaching over to put her hand over his. “But...”
Here it comes
.
“Maybe I could help. Maybe we could help each other. I have an idea.”
That wasn’t what he expected at all, and he stared at her blankly.
“Help each other? How?”
“I can see now why you’ve been acting like you have. You need to clean up your public image, right? And you’ve been fielding all of these...pies,” she added with a mischievous grin. “So what if I stayed a while? What if you said we were back together? That would make your sponsor happy and stop other women from coming around, right?”
Brody was completely confused now.
“Why would you do that?”
“Well, because...I want you,” she said, the admission warming her cheeks as she slid him another cock-hardening look. “I know that you’re absolutely not interested in commitment, and I’m not looking for it, either,” she said resolutely.
“Hannah—”
“No, really. That was the reason I came here. I needed
your
help. I was focused for so long on settling down and living this perfectly structured life, and where did it get me? Quitting my job was only the first step. I look at my blog, and I see that nothing I’m doing there is exciting because
I’m
not doing anything exciting. It’s time I did. I thought if I could blog about your retirement—”
“Hannah, you can’t write about this on your blog, I—”
“I know that. I promise, I won’t tell anyone. But maybe you could show me how to live a more adventurous life? Teach me how to take more risks. I could blog about that instead.”
“Hannah, sweetheart, believe me, you are plenty exciting, and I’m probably not the best—”
He didn’t get further than that, since Hannah levered herself up and over him faster than he could get the words out, planting a hand on either side of his face and lowering her mouth to his.
Her kiss was different—she took control, coaxing him, pressing into him and showing him that she meant what she said. The effects sizzled in his every nerve ending. Her tongue stroked his, muddling his thoughts as he splayed his hands on her hips, letting her have her way. He couldn’t remember what he was saying before.
When she pulled away, she nipped his bottom lip, looking down into his eyes, her hair falling in her face, her eyes sparkling.
“Believe me, you
are
the best,” she said with a chuckle, drawing one from him, too.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know, but what do you say, Brody? I can be your stabilizing influence,” she said with a naughty smile. “And you can help me learn how to live more dangerously. I don’t want to be the same old Hannah. All bets are off. I want to be more daring, take more chances—starting with you.”
He wanted to say yes more than he wanted to breathe.
But...
“I don’t want to hurt you, Hannah. I don’t want to take advantage of the fact that you’re in a vulnerable spot right now. Maybe you think you know what you want, but—”
She pressed in closer. “If you touched me right now, you’d find me ready for you, Brody. I know what I want, and I want it
“So...you weren’t there because you’re into anything, um, different?”
“Disappointed?” he asked, lobbing a challenge back in her direction, watching her blush slightly, which intrigued him.
“When I saw the news report, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something about you I didn’t know. Maybe things you liked that you thought I hadn’t been adventurous enough to try.”
He shook his head resolutely. “Nothing like that. I never held back with you when we were together. Believe me.”
She smiled slightly at that, and the kick of desire it delivered made his heart stutter. Was there something Hannah was thinking about that she’d like to try? Some secrets she was keeping?
Brody trained his mind away from the thought.
“So I’m the only one who knows?”
He nodded.
“I would never tell a soul, Brody,” she said, reaching over to put her hand over his. “But...”
Here it comes
.
“Maybe I could help. Maybe we could help each other. I have an idea.”
That wasn’t what he expected at all, and he stared at her blankly.
“Help each other? How?”
“I can see now why you’ve been acting like you have. You need to clean up your public image, right? And you’ve been fielding all of these...pies,” she added with a mischievous grin. “So what if I stayed a while? What if you said we were back together? That would make your sponsor happy and stop other women from coming around, right?”
Brody was completely confused now.
“Why would you do that?”
“Well, because...I want you,” she said, the admission warming her cheeks as she slid him another cock-hardening look. “I know that you’re absolutely not interested in commitment, and I’m not looking for it, either,” she said resolutely.
“Hannah—”
“No, really. That was the reason I came here. I needed
your
help. I was focused for so long on settling down and living this perfectly structured life, and where did it get me? Quitting my job was only the first step. I look at my blog, and I see that nothing I’m doing there is exciting because
I’m
not doing anything exciting. It’s time I did. I thought if I could blog about your retirement—”
“Hannah, you can’t write about this on your blog, I—”
“I know that. I promise, I won’t tell anyone. But maybe you could show me how to live a more adventurous life? Teach me how to take more risks. I could blog about that instead.”
“Hannah, sweetheart, believe me, you are plenty exciting, and I’m probably not the best—”
He didn’t get further than that, since Hannah levered herself up and over him faster than he could get the words out, planting a hand on either side of his face and lowering her mouth to his.
Her kiss was different—she took control, coaxing him, pressing into him and showing him that she meant what she said. The effects sizzled in his every nerve ending. Her tongue stroked his, muddling his thoughts as he splayed his hands on her hips, letting her have her way. He couldn’t remember what he was saying before.
When she pulled away, she nipped his bottom lip, looking down into his eyes, her hair falling in her face, her eyes sparkling.
“Believe me, you
are
the best,” she said with a chuckle, drawing one from him, too.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know, but what do you say, Brody? I can be your stabilizing influence,” she said with a naughty smile. “And you can help me learn how to live more dangerously. I don’t want to be the same old Hannah. All bets are off. I want to be more daring, take more chances—starting with you.”
He wanted to say yes more than he wanted to breathe.
But...
“I don’t want to hurt you, Hannah. I don’t want to take advantage of the fact that you’re in a vulnerable spot right now. Maybe you think you know what you want, but—”
She pressed in closer. “If you touched me right now, you’d find me ready for you, Brody. I know what I want, and I want it
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