Page 91 of See It Through

She tipped her head back, a line carving between her brows. Maybe I was still feeling a little raw from the last few days, but I needed her to say it. Lucky for me, she gave it to me.

“Yeah, Rem, I love you. How about you? Still love me?”

“Love and adore you, Hannah.”

Pushing herself upright, she planted her knees on either side of my hips and pressed her chest to mine. My arms moved on instinct, holding her to me.

“I fell asleep listening to your heartbeat,” she said. “Now I want you to feel mine beating with yours. Do you feel that?”

“I do.”

With her solid weight on me and in my arms, I settled. Closing my eyes, I cradled the back of her head, bringing her face into my neck and my nose in her hair. Soft, clean, sweet, I inhaled her until my lungs were filled. My Hannah.

Her lips grazed my neck, and her fingers stroked along my shoulders and down my bare chest. I touched her too, lifting her flannel to trail along her spine to the cleft at the base then back up again. Her skin was smooth, muscles rippling under the path I followed.

She lifted her face and brought it to mine. First to rub noses, then to roll her forehead along mine. I tipped my chin, she lowered hers, and our mouths met in a sleepy, languid kiss. Warm tongue against warm tongue, wet lips and hot breath. Kissing Hannah was an experience all unto itself. Sometimes frantic and needy, sometimes sweet and adoring. This one, though…this kiss was all about connection after a separation that hadn’t been long in time but endless in the depth of our loss.

“Hannah,” I whispered.

“Remington,” she answered.

I cupped her bottom with both hands, pulling her closer. Her heat penetrated my briefs, aligning with my steely erection. She rocked against me, drawing her center along mine, two thin layers of cotton doing nothing to hide either of our need.

Pushing her panties to the side, I followed her seam from her back hole to her sleek little cunt and dipped one finger inside her. She shuddered, teeth clamping on my bottom lip as I explored her.

“That’s my girl.” I rested my head on her headboard to watch as I pushed my finger in deeper. “My gorgeous girl.”

Panting, she ground down on me, rotating her hips to the slow, steady rhythm I’d set. Her fingers curled around my shoulders as she dipped down to move her mouth over me, nipping and suckling my neck, then shifting lower. Her tongue circled one nipple then the other. She laved my chest, taking her time when she reached the space above my heart. There, she kissed and kissed and kissed. Her lips roamed the parts of my body she could reach, leaving no skin unadored.

“Hannah, look at me.”

Raising her head, she dragged her tongue along her puffy lips. “I see you.”

I curled my finger inside her, pressing against her inner wall. “Do you feel that?”

“Oh yeah. I feel it.”

“What do you want?”

She rocked against me, her breath stuttering. “I want you inside me. To feel all of you.”

“Take my cock out.”

She reached between us, and I raised my hips to help her as she shoved my underwear down. Once she’d freed me, her fingers closed around my length and pumped up and down. We stroked each other, watching, breathing in time.

“Unbutton your shirt. Show me everything,” I said.

With her free hand, she worked to undo her buttons, revealing slices of skin until the sides finally parted. Everything stopped then—my breath, my heart, my thoughts. I’d almost lost this beauty. Had almost let her walk away from me due to both our fears. Now I had her, and there was not a chance I’d ever let her go.

“Give me your heart.”

“You have it,” she uttered as she leaned forward, allowing me access to her. I pressed my mouth over the flutter beneath her ribs. It beat in time to the pulse throbbing inside me, echoing her name.

I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking deep. Sweet skin and pebbled cherry nipples on my tongue and lips. Her pussy in one hand, round ass in the other. I was overwhelmed by my desire for this woman—to connect with her on every level I could for as long as she welcomed me.

She rose up on her knees, losing my finger, and quickly replaced it with my cock. She took me in a slow slide, her eyes on mine, her hands braced on my stomach.

“There,” she murmured when her ass settled on my lap. “There you are.”