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She tucked her face into the side of my throat. “I really don’t want to deal with this, Rem. Not on top of everything else.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll take over. If I need to, I’ll bring your family in. But you don’t need to worry about it. I have the room and time to take it on for you. Will you let me do that?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to get used to you.”
Her admission struck me in the gut, but she had every right to that feeling. I couldn’t give her any assurance. My plans were so up in the air, my next step was a mystery to me. But damn, I wished I could be the person Hannah could count on to be there when she needed someone to lean on.
I only had the present, and that was what I gave her.
“All I’m asking is for you to let me take this on. You can do that for me, right, sweetheart? Give it over.”
I didn’t get the response I was looking for, but I forgot all about it when Hannah lifted her head and pressed her lips to mine. She went searching for something, licking at the seam of my lips like a test. I let her in, gathered her tight, and soaked her up.
A naked, wet Hannah Kelly was in my arms, kissing the hell out of me.
She’d gone through a hell of a day, so I’d set aside our circumstances—naked, wet, close—to take care of her needs. I’d made my dick shut up and cut off my desire for this woman so I could focus on her and pull her through her troubles. But the meeting of her tongue against mine sparked me awake and every nerve in my body was aware of every inch of hers.
Whirling around, she shut off the water, and I followed her out of the shower, holding her hips and kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. Shuddering, she paused her movements and reached up to grip my nape.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “Look at us. I can’t—Remi, I can’t…”
Through the fog, our distorted image reflected back at us in the mirror. Me behind her, one hand braced on her hip, the other traveling up her ribs to cup her breast. Her skin was like peaches and cream, soft and flawless. Mine was brown from too much time in the sun without concern for sunscreen.
I rocked against her, my dick seeking her heat and finding it between the valley of her round ass. Her lips parted on another moan, and her head lolled on my shoulder.
“Remi, dammit,” she uttered. “I wasn’t gonna like you.”
I grinned against her wet hair as I passed my thumb over her nipple. “Does that mean you do?”
At her pause, I searched for her face in the mirror. She looked pissed.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” I ordered lowly. “Tell me what you mean.”
She shook her head, her spine arching as she sought me out the same way I had her. “I don’t know, but I need you to fuck me.”
“Christ, Hannah, you have no idea how badly I want to give in to you.”
She tipped her head to the side, bringing her lips to my throat. That was all the warning I got before her teeth sank in, biting down so firmly my eyes rolled back. Then she let me go and dragged her tongue along my stinging skin.
“Give in then,” she rasped, severing the last of my self-control.
My palm moved to her throat, cupping her with enough pressure to get her attention. Our eyes met in the mirror and became locked together in the heat passing between us. She saw me. Saw what I was feeling. And she did not flinch.
I tapped her fluttering pulse and lowered my mouth to her ear.
“Remember, baby, you asked for this.”
On her gasp, I pounced.
Chapter Twenty-two
Hannah
Remington Town tossed meonto my bed like a sack of potatoes, and I’d never been so turned on in my life. Then he wrapped his fingers around my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the mattress without an ounce of tenderness—exactly what I needed.
Dropping to his knees, he pried my willing thighs open, uttering curses when I was all spread out before him, bare and slick with desire. I pushed up on my elbows to watch him, but he only had eyes for my pussy.
“What do you think?” I asked, breathless. “Like what you see, Remington?”