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“Important call?” I ask him, hoping he can't hear the nerves in my voice.
“Yes and no,” he says with a lopsided grin, one side of his mouth curling up in amusement. “We've got a new artifact that, under normal circumstances, I’d be itching to get my hands on.”
Disappointment pulls at my thoughts. “Oh...do you want to head back early?”
“Absolutely not,” Johan assures me, kissing my forehead. “This is far more important than old relics and dusty curiosities.”
I exhale in amusement. “You say that like you don’t love every bit of it.”
“Well, perhaps you’re right,” he agrees and then takes me in his arms, pressing his lips to mine. I can feel Johan’s smile against my skin, and it makes my heart ache with its happiness. “But you are more important…and more entertaining, by far. The artifact will be there when I return.”
“Good.” I kiss him once more, walking two of my fingers up the sweater-covered expanse of his chest. What’s wrong with me? I’m never this…flirty. Bubbly, even. I guess he brings it out in me. “Because I have plans for you.”
“Is that so?” Johan’s eyes darken, and he licks his lips. “Do tell.”
“Well….” My cheeks are hot, and it has nothing to do with the fact that the sun is beginning to beat down on us, defeating the chilly wind. “I was thinking that maybe we could go back to the cottage and pick up where we left off in the shower.”
“Tempting, but I thought we were saving that for tonight. I had plans, too. There are some nice shops downtown, a museum I used to visit as a kid––”
Shaking my head, I push back. “All of those things will be there this evening or tomorrow morning. I’m…anxious. Ready.”
I want to erase the uneasiness Astrid’s message made me feel. I want to sink into the thick, syrupy, sweet happiness I feel when Johan is touching me. We might only have these few days before being separated again for God knows how long, and I don’t want to waste a second. I’ve been starving for him for years.
“Yes, Miss Hannah.” He grins, kissing my nose. “You’re an impatient little thing, have you ever been told that before?”
“Only by you,” I reply cheekily, and Johan laughs.
The walk back to the cottage is shorter than I remember, and we don’t encounter anyone on the way to our suite. Once inside, it doesn’t take long for us to shed our outer layers, our lips finding each other as we do. His sweater falls to the floor, and I’m running my hands over his shoulders and down his arms, squeezing the muscles there. The warmth of his skin makes me weak in the knees.
It’s afternoon now, and the warm and golden sun is shining in the window. I guess I always expected my first time at night—candlelight, red wine, silk sheets, and all that. This, though, feels right. Johan is so beautiful that seeing him in the light of day is a blessing. Every inch of him is art.
“What do you want, Hannah?” he asks, fingers threading into my hair and tugging my head back. His mouth moves over my exposed throat, teeth nipping, sucking kisses over my pulse point, and I bite my lip as my nipples tighten to aching points.
“I—” What do I want? Everything. Anything. All of it. “I want everything,” I moan, and Johan chuckles, his hands sliding over the swell of my hips.
“Of course you do. You’ve always wanted it all, haven’t you?” His voice is thick with arousal. “The entire world in your possession, right, sweet Hannah? All your little treasures—” His hands move lower, tweaking my nipples through my dress as he says “treasure”, making my pussy clench. Johan’s palm slides down my belly, and then his fingers press between my legs, rubbing through the fabric, making me whine. “—your drawers of trinkets, your insistence on coming to Cambridge, and now…this. You just can’t get enough, can you? Should I indulge you, Hannah?”
“Please, yes,” I beg. I don't even know what I’m pleading for, but I do. The heel of his hand rubs against the seam of my sex, and Johan kisses me hard, swallowing every gasp and moan that I give him. His words shake me to my core with their truth—he’s right. I want it all, everything he can give me.
“Your wish,” Johan begins, deft fingers undoing the fastenings of my dress, pushing it down over my shoulders,“is my command.”
My dress falls to the floor, and he helps me step out of it. The cottage is warm, and the sunlight feels good on my naked skin. He steps back, and his gaze travels over my body, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispers. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you. God, the things I’ve imagined doing to you.”
He's still dressed except for the sweater, and he takes a step towards me, his palm wrapping around the back of my neck and pulling me to him. Johan is so much larger than me, and yet, he’s so careful. It’s the tenderness that makes my chest swell, and then his mouth is slanting over mine, his tongue pressing insistently past my lips.
Johan tastes like the coffee and sugar he finished before our beach walk, and I can’t resist letting my hands roam over his broad chest, nails scraping over the soft fabric of his shirt untilthey reach the hem and slide underneath. He’s so warm and firm. My hands roam over the skin of his abdomen and then lower as Johan deepens the kiss.
His hand cups my breast, thumb stroking over the stiff peak of my nipple, and a small sound escapes me. Then, his hand is slipping down the plane of my stomach and into the front of my underwear. I can feel him smile when he realizes that they're soaked.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he says, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear and making me shiver. Two fingers find my clit and begin rubbing, slow and gentle. Johan's touch is electric, and it makes my hips buck. “What will you do for me if I make you come? Tell me.”
“Anything.”
“Say it,” he orders, and I blink, eyelashes fluttering.
“I'll do anything,” I breathe, and Johan groans, kissing me again, his fingers speeding up, sending sparks of pleasure through me. My orgasm is building, and I feel myself clench around his thick digits, my toes curling. I’m so sensitive from this morning, but the fact that I know we're going to go so much farther now, the intention behind his touch, makes it all the more intense.