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SEVEN

HANNAH

“I’ve never had a night like this before because I’ve never had my actual dream girl straddling me. So give me a sec to enjoy this. And fuck, Hannah, just let me kiss you.”

All the air leaves me in one whoosh. Why is he like this? Why is he saying all the things and making my belly do the thing it never does? I want an orgasm. Fast and dirty. Hall should be the perfect person for the job. He’s young, hot, and in incredible shape. He fucks regularly and without shame.

This should be easy.

But he’s making it anything but.

And yet…my heart can’t help but stumble over itself when his face softens as he pleads with me. The smooth hue of his brown eyes is just decadent enough to make me want to give in. And it’s impossible not to revel in the way he touches me. He strums the backs of his knuckles against my sides, like he’s warming me up, stirring my insides until I’m one melty, gooey puddle.

I want to kiss him. And I want it to mean something.

What the fuck is that about?

“You’re smooth, Daniel Hall. I’ll give that to you.”

I inch closer, but when he doesn’t so much as smile at my nonchalance, at the teasing tone I force, I suck in a breath.

Because rather than break into a devilish grin like I expect, he holds my gaze, his focus steadfast on the moment.

The moment he says could potentially mean something.

If it did, it would be one for the books. A starry night. The perfect view of the mountains. Nothing but the sounds of the bubbling water around us and our hearts beating wildly. If one were to write a perfect first kiss, it would absolutely begin with a beautiful man waxing poetic about it in a setting like this.

I’d read it.

He’s silent as he watches me, his hands on my thighs now.

My lips tingle under his intense gaze, my heart skipping again.

We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be falling for the allure of the moment. There are a multitude of reasons why this can’t go past tonight. Why it won’t.

Ah, fuck it. I clasp my hands at his nape and pull myself closer. “You want a kiss to remember, Baby Hall? Remember this.”

I press my mouth to his. At first it’s just a brush of our lips. He stiffens, as if surprised I’ve actually given in, but in the space of a heartbeat, he’s cuffed my neck, holding me in place. And then he feasts. He licks at my lips the same way he licked that peach. His mouth is sweet, his lips soft, as he plunders like a pirate who’s finally found the treasure he’s been searching for. He’s greedy and determined, taking all he can from me, leaving no crumbs.

Of their own accord, my hips grind over his. “Yes,” I pant as I pull back and watch the way my pelvis rolls.

“You like that?” He matches my movements, providing the exact amount of pressure I need.

Of course he does. The man knows how to fuck. Yes. This was the right decision. I haven’t had a male-induced orgasm in a really long time. It’s depressing, really, as a romance author and woman who writes about sex.

But what’s the saying? Women who can’t do, write?

Yeah, that’s me lately.

Tonight, though, I’m going to do. And do and do until we’re both exploding.

Desire pools in my belly, and electricity runs through my veins. “Yeah, Daniel. Just like that.”

His mouth curves up in a delicious smile. “I love my name on your lips.”

I cough out a raspy laugh. “Of course you do. What kind of man doesn’t want to hear a woman say his name when she comes?”

He grips my ass and squeezes hard. “Not just any woman. You. My fucking dream come true. Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are? How many times I’ve thought of you when I jacked off?”

A shiver runs up my spine. I’m not sure if a line like that works on other women, but it certainly works on me. “Tell me more. How would you do it? Or better yet, tell me what you’d picture.”

“Your hot mouth wrapped around my cock.” His voice is like gasoline, and my body is absolutely on fire. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, and I can’t hold back the moan that rumbles up my chest and out of me. “Though I’d much prefer my mouth on your cunt right now.”

Breath catching, I pull back. “Really?” That’s gotta be a line.

Yet there’s nothing but heat and honesty in his eyes. “Tonight’s about you, dream girl. I’ve got an audition to finish.”

I shrug, not one to turn down a good time. “In the hot tub or?—”

“No, baby. I need room to work.” He stands, taking me with him, holding me easily with one arm as he throws one leg over the side, then the other. There’s no hiding the strength he possesses. He may be young, but he’s easily the strongest man I’ve ever been with. I feel small, delicate, as he holds me close, protecting me from the cold. The wall of muscle I’m pressed to speaks of dedication. I run my fingers over his toned shoulders, delighting in the touch. I can’t wait to see just how dedicated to other things he can be.

With a grunt, he reaches for a towel. One hand under my ass, he shakes it out with the other and drapes it over me.

“You can put me down so you can dry off.”

Silently, he lumbers to the door and eases me onto my feet on the warm rug. Only then does he snag a second towel and quickly dry himself off.

“Let’s go to my room since you don’t have a bed,” I say with a smirk.

Chuckling, he follows me.

My room is one of those pretty ones with a four-poster bed as its focal point. The massive windows let in enough light to see where we’re going as I toss my towel and turn so I’m facing Daniel as I back toward the mattress. His gaze is hawklike as he watches me untie the string at my neck, then the one behind my back. And when I shimmy out of the bikini bottoms, he brings a fist to his mouth.

“Fuck, Han. You could give a man a heart attack with a body like that.”

Even as I roll my eyes, my chest expands. I’m not the least bit shy or modest, but it never hurts to see a man so affected. “You don’t have to keep complimenting me. I’ll fuck you either way.” I ease myself onto the bed and rest on my elbows.

With a shake of his head, he drops his towel, then shucks his swim trunks.

When I see the impressive package he’s been hiding, I can’t help but inhale a surprised breath. The piercing is incredible, but it’s so much more than that. I’d heard rumors. The idiots who play for the Bolts have mentioned more than once that Daniel has the biggest cock of them all, and they weren’t playing. The man is so fucking big I actually think he may rearrange my insides.

And damn am I looking forward to it.

Now, back to the piercing… “Is that an apadravya piercing?” I can’t hide the awe in my tone.

He fists his shaft and looks down at it. “It’s fucking beautiful, isn’t it?”

Normally when a man asks me to compliment his dick, I take it as my cue to leave. Instead, I find myself pushing up off the bed and stepping closer.

“It really is.”

The urge to drop to my knees and take the piercing—a barbell that goes straight through his head vertically—into my mouth is powerful. I want to roll my tongue over both ends of the barbell. I want to hear him hiss in pleasure and pain when I tease him with it.

And then I want to experience it for real. Deep inside me while I ride him.

Because an apadravya is for the female’s pleasure.

Of course he’d choose this specific piercing. He’s such a fucking playboy.

As I continue exploring it from a distance, need drips between my thighs. Damn, I’m in for a treat tonight.

“Can I touch it?” I reach out, though I pause inches away, waiting for permission.

Head bowed, he gives it a shake. “Let me eat you first. I want you soaking the sheets and then my face. Then maybe I’ll allow you to please me.”

The heat low in my belly ignites. Am I really going to beg him to let me please him?

You better fucking believe it.

“Please, Daniel. Just one little lick?”

With a hissed curse, he squeezes his eyes shut. “How can I deny you?”

“You can’t.” Grinning wickedly, I drop to my knees and tilt my head back. From here, I get a true understanding of just how big his dick is. Just the sight makes my mouth water. “Want to know a secret, Baby Hall?”

Jaw hard, he nods.

“I love sucking cock. Almost as much as I love riding a man’s face. Are you going to let me do both of those things? Will you let me sit on your face until I come so hard I squirt all over you?”

He drops his head and groans, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “And she’s got a filthy mouth. Fuck, how am I ever going to get over you?”

Laughing, I lift a shoulder. “Not my problem.” Then, without another second of hesitation, I wrap my fingers around his dick. The warmth of him, the smoothness of his skin make me sigh. When I roll my thumb over the new piercing, he practically sings.

“Fuck, Hannah. Fuck, that feels— shit , put your tongue on it right the fuck now.”

I push closer and do just that. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to deep throat him. I’d choke on the piercing alone. Forget the size of him. But god do I love a challenge.

Fingers buried in my hair, he thrusts just a bit deeper. Instantly my nipples pebble and I let out a moan that matches his. I’m so turned on; there’s no way I won’t be crashing over the edge in minutes once we get going. I roll my tongue around his head, playing with his piercing, then lapping at it, sucking hard.

His hold on my hair tightens, then he tugs my head back. “Fuck this. I need to taste you.”

In one quick move, he’s got his arms under mine, and he tosses me onto the bed. Then he’s jumping after me, pushing my thighs apart and sucking my clit.

“Oh fuck, yes. Be a good boy and yup, right there. Oh shit.” I don’t even try to keep my voice down. I’ve never shied away from telling a man what I want, and that’s not going to change now.

With a hand on his head, I keep him right where I need him, and he eagerly sucks like he’s never tasted something so sweet.

He rolls his hips in time with his sucking, pressing his pelvis against the mattress like he could get off just from doing this.

“You like that, Baby Hall? Like eating my pussy?”

Tugging his head back, I flip over. And without instruction, he follows so he’s on his back. When I’m sitting on his face, I take control, riding him like he’s my own bull.

Daniel grabs my ass and squeezes, and in seconds, I’m coming all over his mouth and chin.

“Yes, lap that up. Drink like the filthy boy you are. You love this, don’t you?”

As I come down, he keeps up his ministrations, his licking slowing along with my heartbeat, but even once I’ve stopped, he keeps going, savoring me, humming and groaning in pleasure.

When I can breathe deeply again, I crawl forward and drop onto my elbows, sticking my ass out.

“Get a condom and fuck me.”

“ Hannah .”

“No glove, no love,” I say with a smirk over my shoulder.

He shakes his head. “I didn’t plan for this.”

With a huff, I drop my head between my shoulders. “There’s a condom in my purse over on the dresser. You did plan this. Own it. I know I fucking will.”

When he doesn’t immediately move, I peer back at him. He’s standing at the foot of the bed, staring at me. A heartbeat later, thank fuck, he shakes himself from his stupid stupor and backs away.

Thank fuck. For a moment I was worried he’d really convinced himself this is more than sex. Now he’s thinking like me. Finally, I’m going to feel that massive, beautiful cock inside me.

When the bed finally dips with his weight, I sigh in relief.

His warm hand presses against the small of my back, and he hovers close so his lips are at my ear. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure that if you don’t rearrange my insides, I’m going to cry.”

The mattress shakes as he laughs, but then he’s lining up and sliding inside me.

“Holy fuck,” we cry in unison.

“You feel—this is…fuck, Hannah.”

I press back into him, taking more of his length. I swear I feel him all the way to my throat. “That’s it. Fuck me, Daniel. Fuck me so good.”

With each thrust, he rocks perfectly against my insides, his piercing reaching parts of me I didn’t know existed. It’s so good. Exquisite, really. Maybe the best I’ve ever had, and it only gets better when he brings his fingers to my clit and rubs methodical circles.

“Come on, dream girl. Come for me. Squeeze my cock and make this the best night of my life.”

I teeter on the edge of orgasm, my body buzzing, my head floating. An instant before I’m certain I’ll shatter, Daniel sniffles. The tiny sound distracts me enough to keep me from hurtling into the abyss.

Eyes closed, I focus on the sensation as he continues to play, and instantly, my body coils tighter, the heat in my core ratcheting up. But then there’s another sniffle, and the wave ebbs.

The third time it happens, Daniel’s sniffle is followed by a grunt. “I need you to come.”

Me fucking too.

But I just…can’t. Maybe I need to see him. Maybe watching him fuck me will be enough to push me into oblivion. I crawl forward and flip onto my back, legs spread wide.

As if reading my mind, he loops his arms around my thighs and slides right back inside me. He’s returned to his painstaking rhythm, and my core is tightening again when he locks eyes with me. That’s when I see it. The sheen on his cheeks. The wetness that pools beneath his lids.

“Are you…crying?” My stomach sinks.

“Just ignore it,” he pants as he wipes at a literal tear rolling down his face.

Heart lurching, I grasp his forearms. “Daniel…”

“Don’t, baby. Don’t use that sweet voice, or I’m going to—” He clenches his jaw, and his movements grow jerky. “Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.”

He’s clearly not talking to me, though he might as well be, because there’s no fucking chance I will now.

Eyes squeezed shut, he lets out a slow growl. “Fuck.” And then I feel it. The pulsing inside me. The jolt of his cock as he unloads. The muscles and tendons in his neck go taut, and he comes with a low moan. It’s fucking beautiful. He’s fucking beautiful. Even crying.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, the look of torturous rapture turning to mortification. “Just give me a few minutes and we can go again.”

I shake my head and gently slide my hands down his forearms. “It’s all good.”

He wobbles, his jaw dropping. “Hannah.”

I bite down on my lip. No. This is good. One night. One fuck. And now it’s over . “Don’t get attached, Baby Hall. I told you I’m the ice queen.”

With that, I slip out from beneath him and stride to the bathroom without looking back. Because let’s be honest, there’s no coming back from a one-night stand that involves crying.