Hanson

Finally, she’s mine, and I’m not letting go.

I grab her face with both hands and kiss her hard, letting her know how much I’ve missed her. I want her to feel it in her entire body. I want her to taste it on her tongue.

Fuck. I want her as much as I wanted to smell the fresh morning air while I was still in jail.

My skin itches with the desire to claim her. To touch her, lick her, fuck her.

God, how badly I wanna fuck her raw.

But first, I need her to know I’m here for her. That I’m not going to let her off the hook without at least a good memory to store for later because I’m definitely going to go to town on her.

As I start to lose myself in the taste of her lips, I’m unable to keep my hands to myself as they find their way down her pajama shirt. I wrap them around her body and pull her close, groaning into her mouth. The smooth curves underneath my coarse hands are a stark reminder of what I could’ve had all this time if I’d made a different choice.

But I didn’t, and I don’t regret it for one second.

I still get to have her, right here, right now.

So I kiss her even harder, deeper, pouring every ounce of myself into this one night we could have if she’ll let me. If she’ll have me.

“Wait,” she mutters between ragged breaths. “It isn’t right.”

“Fuck right or wrong,” I growl, planting another kiss right below her lips, and then another one on her neck. “I need to have you. I need to give you what you deserve.”

Her lips shudder, and I can hear her breath more rapidly as my tongue trails all the way to her ear. I suck on her earlobe and moan into her ear.

“I’ve missed the sounds you make when I kiss you like this. I’ve missed the breaths you don’t take when I touch you right here, Lil.” I cup the small of her back with one hand and squeeze her ass with the other. “Mine.”

* * *

Lillian

I tried to push him away, I honestly did. But the way his hands caress my skin and his lips merge so perfectly with mine make him impossible to ignore. Makes it impossible to deny these feelings bubbling up to the surface.

I wanna fight, but I can’t … I’m lost in his penetrating eyes, his all-consuming stare, and his tongue as it wraps firmly around mine. He claims me with his mouth like no one else ever could. But it’s him … the man I shouldn’t want ever again.

“Hanson, I can’t,” I whisper, almost unable to separate my lips from his.

“Yes, you can. Just this night. Just one night,” he says with a sultry voice. “That’s all I want.”

I need to stop this. Goddammit, Lillian, stop this!

“Yes.”

The word slips off my tongue as easily as his kisses do.

Like poison injected straight into my veins.

I’ve never craved a man this much before in my life, but the moment his hands dive underneath my shirt, I instantly forgo all resistance I had. I can’t stop it any longer, can’t stop the need to surrender from rolling over me like a tidal wave.

His hands are all over me, touching me in places I forgot I loved to be touched so much. He knows exactly where to caress me, slowly but roughly pulling me into his embrace. I’m still pinned between him and my closet, desperate for more as he plants kisses all over my neck and chest.

A second of air is all I get as he tears off his shirt and chucks it on the ground. The gaze in his eyes is murderous, like a lion that finally caught its wounded prey. And I am willing … like a meek lamb, I let him take me over. He gropes my breasts, fondling my nipples until they’re hard.

“Fuck me, have I missed these tits,” he groans, while rubbing up against me.

He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard while gently nibbling to keep me on my toes. I tilt my head back as he kisses me fervently, not giving me time to even respond. Right as I open my mouth, he latches on again. Sucking on my bottom lip, he coaxes my tongue to join in the game.

But this little voice inside my head keeps telling me to put a stop to it and make him leave. As our mouths unlock, I try to mumble, “Hanson, we—”

“Don’t fight it, Lil,” he groans into my mouth, and he captures my lips in another kiss.

I’m helpless to fight the desire. Helpless against the onslaught of emotions from seeing this man again. This man who stole my heart and kept it chained to his.

He grasps my waist and lifts me up against the door in his strong arms, still kissing me hard and fast. With a strong grip, he carries me toward the stairs. That’s when I realize what’s upstairs.

“We can’t go upstairs. Daisy—”

“I don’t need to go upstairs to fuck your brains out, Lillian,” he says with a deep, resonating voice that brings chills to my bones. “I can do just that right here.”