Page 72 of Only You

I sat down at the table. Hannah walked over with a large bowl of pasta and meatballs and a plate of garlic bread.

“You made this?” I looked at her.

“Yes, I did, Mr. Harbor. It’s a recipe my mom brought back with her from Italy.”

I placed some pasta and meatballs on my plate and took a bite.

“Wow. Wow. This is delicious.”

“Thank you.” She grinned. “I’m happy you like it.”

“Somehow, I think I’d like anything you cook.” I winked.

“Don’t be rushing to that conclusion.” She laughed. “I can’t cook much.”

I stared at her with a smile, admiring how beautiful she looked.

“In a couple of weeks, I’ll be working right across the street from the flower shop.”

“You will?” Her brows furrowed. “In the town building?”

“Yeah. Steven is retiring, and I’m taking my rightful place running this town. Just as my parents had done.”

“Congratulations. How will you manage two towns and a business back in Chicago?”

“I’ll manage it.” I smiled as I finished my dinner. “Damn, Hannah. That was excellent. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Dessert?”

“Maybe in a little bit.” I stood up and held out my hand. “Put on some music and dance with me.”

All I wanted was to hold her close to me.

She put on a song, took my hand, and we slowly danced in the middle of the room. I leaned my face close to hers, taking in the scent of the floral Joe Malone perfume she wore. My cock twitched with excitement and was quickly rising to the occasion. Our lips met—our tongues collided. When the song ended, I dipped her and kissed her again.

“I think dessert can wait.” She grinned.

“Good, because I can’t.” I swooped her in my arms and carried her up the stairs.

Our clothes flew off faster than lightning could strike. After exploring her entire body with my mouth, I dipped multiple fingers inside her, pleasuring her while sexy moans escaped her lips. She orgasmed again, and I loved it. I needed to be inside her, but she had other plans first. Climbing off the bed, she told me to sit up at the edge of the bed. Getting down on her knees, she wrapped her lips around my hard throbbing cock and sucked it like no other woman had before. Leaning back on the bed, I closed my eyes and took in the extreme pleasure of her mouth. The way she sucked sent shivers through my body. I was going to come, so I stopped her.

“I need to be inside you right now. Get up here.” I commanded.

I lay on my back as her body straddled mine. With her hands planted firmly on my chest, she slowly slid down my cock until I was buried deep inside her. A growl erupted in my chest as my hands paid special attention to her beautiful and perky breasts. Her hips moved back and forth, grinding against me as I was about to lose all control. Our eyes locked as her moans picked up in sound, and she orgasmed again. Gripping her hips, I held her down, moaning in pleasure as I exploded inside her. Before climbing off me, she leaned closer and smiled, kissing my lips.

Hannah

I felt high—higher than a kite. My body trembled as I rolled onto my back. Sex with him was more intimate than with any man I’d ever been with. We shared a connection—I felt it and know he felt it, too. Denying the chemistry between us would be wrong on so many levels. I was in love with him, even though I tried so hard to push that emotion away. After the other day and the argument we had, I was done—done with him and whatever this thing was we had. But then, one look my way with those baby blue eyes and the captivating smile he displayed, I was done for. He reeled me back in hook, line, and sinker.

“How about we save the dessert for tomorrow, and I give you another orgasm or two before I leave,” he said, taking a strand of my hair between his fingers.

“I’ll take those over cheesecake any day.” I smiled.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” His lips met mine as he rolled on top of me.

The following day, I rolled over, and my hand hit the empty side of the bed where Alex should have been. I understood why he couldn’t stay, but I would’ve given anything to wake up next to him—to lay wrapped in his arms all night and be showered with kisses.

Climbing out of bed, I went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee before I showered. Looking out the kitchen window, I saw Alex standing on the patio, shirtless, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. He sat down in one of the loungers and ran his hand through his hair. He looked distressed, and I wanted to run out there and ask him if he was okay. Then Lucy opened the sliding door, and he went back inside.