Page 43 of See It Through
“Nope. I prefer to get drunk on the sugar in my Shirleys.”
“Ah. Not a drinker?”
“I’m not,” she confirmed.
We kept talking and playing. I ordered her another Shirley Temple and drank Cormac’s beer myself. I won the first game, but Hannah trounced me in the second. She was just as sore of a loser as she was a terrible, gloating winner, and both fucking delighted me.
I wasn’t ready for the night to end, but she hung up her cue, stretching her arms over her head. Her jaw cracked, she yawned so wide.
“I’m going to hit the road.”
“You look like you’re slumping.” I hung my cue next to hers on the wall rack and slipped my hands in my pockets. “I’ll drive you home.”
“That would be silly. It’s a five-minute walk.”
“Then I’ll walk you home.” She opened her mouth, no doubt to protest, but I held up a finger. “You can say no to me for most things, and I’ll listen, but this is not one of them. I’m walking you home, Hannah.”
“I wasn’t going to say no.”
I winged a brow. “Really?”
She chucked me under the chin with her knuckle. “Guess you’ll never know, Remington.”
I groaned, following behind her as she started for the door. “You’re a menace. You know that?”
The sway she added to her hips was answer enough. She knew exactly what she was doing—and she was having fun doing it.
Once we were outside, I fell into step beside her. The sidewalks along Main Street were pretty empty, only illuminated by intermittent streetlamps. When we’d put a little distance between us and Joy’s, our boots hitting pavement and Hannah’s soft exhales became the only sounds I was aware of.
To my surprise, Hannah didn’t seem in a big rush to get home. As we walked, my hand brushed against hers. She didn’t pull away, so I let my pinkie slide over hers.
She turned her head, squinting at me. “Are you flirting with me right now?”
I curled my pinkie around hers. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
She wiggled the finger I had hooked but kept it where it was. “Feels like you do.”
“Guess I’m good at faking it. I haven’t had a clue what I’m doing or where I’m going in a long while.”
“Hmmm. It feels like wherever you’re going, you’re gonna take me with you.” Soft, lilting words placed into the starry night by her sweet mouth had me reacting viscerally.
“Christ, Hannah.” I took her hand in mine and dragged her under the awning of the building we were passing, cloaking us in shadows. “All I know is I can’t stop thinking about the taste of you. It’s wrong, I know it. I need to walk you home and let it be. That would be smart.”
Her face was mostly hidden in the dark, but I made out her long, slow blinks. “You told me no, Remi. You pushed me away.”
“You were upset, sweetheart. I would’ve been taking advantage of you in that state if I had let it continue. I may not be perfect, but I’m not that kind of man.”
Her soft exhale brushed my chin. “And you want to kiss me now?”
“Hell yes, I do.” I brought my hand to her face, cupping her jaw. She leaned into my touch and shuffled closer, her breasts skimming my chest.
“Then what are you waiting for, Remingt—?”
I was on her before she could finish, wrapping my arm around her back and covering her mouth with mine. The rest of my name—her curse—became muffled as we collided.
That was what it was. A crash of two bodies, an explosion of tongues and lips, a detonation of hands feeling, clawing, clinging. We twisted until Hannah’s back hit the building, her chest flush with mine. I dug my fingers into her hair and gripped the ass that had been driving me to distraction all night with my free hand.
Time and place ceased to matter. There was only the solid, sexy warmth of the woman in my arms, the feel of her hand snaking up the back of my shirt so we were skin to skin, her tongue tangling with mine. Her shape and height fit like we’d been formed for this—for each other.