Page 64 of See It Through

Her laugh was breathy with a tinge of bitterness. “It’s possible, but good to know I’ve tricked you into thinking it’s not.” She pressed her lips to mine in a quick, hard kiss. “You want to take me home?”

“I do. Just know I’m coming in.”

Her eyebrows waggled. “Oh, I know you are, Remington.”

With Hannah wrapped around me, I carried her to my truck, laughing the whole way there. How this woman had managed to make me laugh while my dick was hard as steel was a mystery, but damn if I didn’t intend to try to unravel it piece by piece for as long as she’d let me.

Chapter Twenty-six

Hannah

My chest was flushwith my headboard, fingers curled tight around the top. Remi was behind me on his knees, working me hard, driving into me like he was desperately searching for something.

His grunts next to my ear made my eyes roll back. We didn’t need words. Those noises were the most erotic sound he could make. They were his reaction to me, my body, being inside me.

We’d been at this all week. Every spare minute, we’d attempted to find out if our first time together had been a fluke. So far, the results were inconclusive, so we were forced to keep experimenting.

Tonight had started on my couch while watching a movie. We’d both reached for the last Twizzler. Remi had grabbed it, but growing up with two brothers who’d had a habit of stealing my food, I’d become a scrapper. I’d lunged for the licorice, trying to take it from his hand. That had ended with us on the floor, going at each other like animals.

Once I’d had him naked and his mind on other things, I’d stolen the Twizzler and ran for my bedroom, but Remi had caught me before I’d reached the bed. Then he’d distracted me by spanking me, followed by his mouth between my thighs. He’d devoted himself so thoroughly to the cause—the cause being my orgasms—I’d given him two-thirds of the Twizzler as a reward.

And while he’d been eating it, I’d dropped to my knees, taking him deep in my throat. The sounds he’d made were feral. I couldn’t decide if I liked his breathy moans or wild grunts most.

Remi had a lot more control than I did. I liked the feel of him on my tongue far too much to want to stop. He’d been the one to pull out of my mouth and throw me on the mattress. Then he’d positioned me how he’d wanted me and went to town, fucking me with brutal precision and strength. I hadn’t started smashed against the headboard, but he’d shifted my entire body with his forceful thrusts, pushing me forward until there was nowhere else to go.

One week of this sweaty, needy fucking, and I was addicted. All my worries, troubles, and grief were still present, but they were faded by the bright Technicolor of Remi’s attention.

My head fell back on his shoulder as I moaned my pleasure to the ceiling. His palm slid from my hip to my belly and traveled up my torso, stopping to play with my breasts for a long while before settling on my throat. He held me in this position, my head back and against him, feeling each moan he pounded out of me.

I covered his hand with mine, pressing on his fingers to add a little pressure. Just enough to feel dangerous, bringing me to another height. So high I was breathless and panting.

His hips slapped my backside, and I used my hold on the headboard for leverage as I pushed back to meet him, taking more.

I turned my head to look at him, discovering he was already staring down at me. His hazel eyes had gone dark, pupils blown wide. A red tint traveled from his throat to his cheeks, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. This man was gorgeous and carnal, and I could say for sure I’d never been this attracted to anyone. He had learned my body and desires and played into them like an expert on the subject.

“Need to fuck you, Hannah,” he gritted next to my ear.

“You are,” I replied shakily. “You so are.”

“More.”

Pulling out, he gave me no opportunity to feel his absence before he flipped me onto my back and fit himself between my legs again. He spread me open, hooking his arms under the backs of my knees, and lined himself up with my opening. I nodded, and he drove forward, sliding all the way to the hilt.

Never once did he take his eyes off me. He held my gaze from inches away, watching me like I was fascinating. Like I was the center of everything. It was a heady feeling, having Remi’s entire focus.

He dipped down to lick my lips and touch his tongue to mine. “You taste so damn good.”

“Thank you,” I breathed, and his reply was a loopy grin.

Oh, I was spiraling, losing myself to him, and I had no inclination to stop. Instead, I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him deeper.

“Fuck, Hannah.” His forehead dropped to mine as he surged into me with desperation. “Oh, fuck, baby. Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

I clawed at his shoulders as his hips made short snaps, those last moments of us teetering at the edge together. My belly tightened, pressure building in my core, so close to bursting.

“Hannah!” he exclaimed, his neck arching as spurts of liquid heat coated my inner depths. I raised my head, latching on to his exposed throat, sucking as I ground against him, taking myself to where I needed to be.

He held my head against his like I was a little vampire, and he was my willing victim. I didn’t let go until my pleasure crested and crashed, receding like the tide. Then I fell back on my pillow, without breath or bones.