Page 44 of See It Through
She broke the kiss first, laughing breathlessly against my lips. “Come on, Remington. I have to get home.”
My forehead rolled along hers. “Yeah? You’re still tired?”
“Exhausted.” She shoved me away but snagged my hand. “Walk me home like you promised.”
“Fuck, Hannah,” I gritted out. My zipper was making imprints on my dick as it tested the sturdiness of my jeans, but I managed to move along with her.
We got half a block before she whirled around, her palms flat on my chest, her eyes dancing over my face. In the circle of light from the streetlamp above us, I made out Hannah’s swollen lips and tangled hair. Never considered I’d be seeing her this way, nor that I’d be the one responsible, but I was proud as hell and so turned on by her I couldn’t think straight.
That was all right. In the next second, she pressed up on her toes and slotted her mouth with mine. This kiss was teasing, light and airy. A little nip and suck, her tongue dragging along my lower lip before she pulled it between hers. Then she was gone again. Her fingers still woven with mine, we continued toward her place.
“You’re not going to regret this tomorrow, are you?” she asked.
“I’ll have to see how tomorrow pans out. Are you going to go back to avoiding me?”
She shrugged. “I doubt it, but I’m somewhat unpredictable—even to myself.” She turned to look at me. “I don’t do well with rejection. It always feels bigger than it is.”
“I was trying to do the right thing last week. You get that? It had nothing to do with whether I liked kissing you.”
I stopped, yanking her against me. We were almost to her place, and as much as I wanted to, I wasn’t going inside with her. But I wasn’t done with her mouth yet. Not by a long shot.
Holding the base of her skull, I tipped her head back and lowered my mouth to hers. A high little whimper escaped her lips as we made contact. This kiss was slow, gentle, stretching the time we had out in long strokes of my tongue over hers. Little by little, she melted like wax, draping her body against mine.
That hand of hers snuck up the back of my shirt again, and her fingertips dragged along my spine. Up and down, up and down, sinking me into this moment with her. In the recesses of my thoughts, I remembered why we shouldn’t have been doing this, but everything about having Hannah in my arms, our mouths joined, felt too right to care.
Then her hips rocked against me, and I forgot everything, even my fucking name. My dick was angry, hard, wanting inside her, to be touched by her, any of her attention. All she’d given was a little friction. And dear god, I was on edge.
Her lips curved into a smile against mine. “We’re probably on every business owner’s security cam right now.”
I growled, pulling my face away from hers. “Damn this town for finally becoming high tech.”
She snorted a laugh and slowly slid her hand out from under my tee. “I think you were walking me home.”
“That’s right. Let’s do that.”
I shook my hand free so I could wrap my arm around her waist and tuck her into my side. Now that the thought of someone seeing her, watching her, had been put into my head, I was pissed, mostly at myself. For not considering anything like that, but also at the imaginary prying eyes who’d be playing back the footage.
We arrived at her place in no time, and Hannah once again twisted in my arms. Reaching up, she cupped my face in both hands, her eyes dancing between mine, only visible under her porch light.
They came to a standstill, gazing directly at me, and I braced myself for what she had to say. I had no idea what was going on in this girl’s mind. To be honest, her unpredictability was part of her appeal. She kept me on my toes.
“I had a good night with you,” she finally said.
“I did too.” I gripped her waist, stroking my thumbs against the skin just above the waistband of her jeans. “Great night.”
“I want to invite you in, but I’m not going to.”
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t take that invitation.”
Hannah dimmed in an instant. Like someone had taken a vacuum and sucked all the light from her.
“Oh. Okay.” She tried to turn, but I wasn’t letting go. Not yet.
“I want to. You have to feel how badly I want to.” I pressed forward, prodding her belly with my cock. It was supposed to be a demonstration of my desire, but I couldn’t stop the groan from traveling out of my chest or suppress my need to rock against her a couple more times. “You feel that, sweetheart? That’s all for you.”
Breath hitching, she looked at me through her lashes. “I feel it.”
“But you and I just came to a truce tonight. So even if you would’ve invited me in, I would have been a gentleman and resisted because it’s the right thing to do. I don’t want you waking up tomorrow with regret. I don’t want that for either of us.”