Chapter Eleven

Hannah

Okay, was this going to backfire? I watched the expression wipe from his face and he stared at me. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I was really putting myself on the line here. I chewed my bottom lip, waiting for him to react. He was stiff, rigid, frozen. I saw him swallow sharply. Like it was killing him to breathe.

I was going to take advantage of his frozen state. Taking his hands, which had fallen to my thighs when he failed to stop me, I gripped them and placed them on my body. I started moving them up my ribcage. He knew where I was taking them.

I placed them under my breasts and leaned into him, my mouth going to his ear. “Do you like what you see?”

I had been gifted with my mother’s body. I didn’t do anything to maintain it. I had stopped really eating so I was thinner than I should be, but my breasts hadn’t lost shape. If anything, they looked bigger because I was so small.

“Hannah, you need to…” He was nearly stuttering while his eyes were glued on me.

I grinned, “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

“You’re six-fucking-teen,” he gritted out. “Put your top back on.”

Finally, he speaks. Only to tell me off. I kept grinning. “Come on, Brad, drop your control.” I kissed his cheek. “Just give in.”

“Six-fucking-teen, Hannah. I can’t do anything to you without breaking a law!”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and brought my face to his. “Good thing you live to break them then.”

“Not this one.” His hands were still frozen on my body. “I’m not touching you.”

“You’re touching me now.”

“You know what I mean.”

“You kiss me, what’s the difference?”

“Yeah, that’s fucking illegal as well. I’m not…” His eyes fell to my breasts. “Touching you.” But he was looking at me like it was taking all his self-control not to.

I just had to break that self-control. Didn’t he know I was mature enough to make a decision? I didn’t need the law telling me who I could and couldn’t have sex with. I would pick who I had sex with. Not the law.

Maybe it was the fact I had my dad’s blood running through me, but I didn’t think much of the law. Just something that got in the way of what you wanted. And that was exactly what it was doing now: getting in the way of something I wanted.

“Do you trust me?” I asked, looking him in the eye.

“I don’t trust myself near you.” He took one hand off me and tucked my hair behind my ear, as if it was annoying him that he wasn’t able to see my whole face.

“I didn’t ask you that. I asked do you trust me?”

“You know I do.” He frowned, not understanding my point.

“Then trust me when I say I want this. I want you.” I leaned my forehead against his. “I just want one night. That’s it. No strings. No arrests. No consequences. Just one night.”

He knew I wouldn’t tell anyone. He had to know that, right? He said he trusted me. Well he had to trust that I really wanted this. He knew how I felt now. I wasn’t hiding it. But I wasn’t holding him to have relationship or anything with me. I just wanted one night.

“No consequences. Just one night,” I repeated. And it would be one perfect night. I knew he was taking a risk on me. “Like you said, I’m sixteen. So it’s only illegal if you are my caregiver or teacher. And you aren’t either. It’s legal if I agree.” I knew the law well because I studied it. I had class in the law and its consequences. So I knew the facts. And right now I was telling them to him. I kissed his frozen lips. “And I agree.” I looked him in the eye.

He was thinking. Maybe weighing up what sort of death he would get if Dad found out.

“No one has to know. I won’t get you in trouble with Dad.” He had to know I wouldn’t go running to Dad when he went back to Andrea tomorrow. I wasn’t some lovesick puppy that would be brokenhearted when he eventually picked a woman much better looking than me.

“So tomorrow you go back to life as normal. That means Andrea. I won’t be needy, I promise.” Just because I was giving him my virginity didn’t mean I would be obsessed with him. I wasn’t expecting a relationship. I never expected him to acknowledge me in public as being his.

“I’m the one that will be needy, Hannah.” He cupped my face. “It’s not healthy what I feel for you.”

“One night. That’s it.” I took his hands from my face and linked them with mine. “You can get me out of your system.”

He groaned, “You should be illegal.”

“In some countries and states, I am,” I smirked. “One night, Brad? I won’t ask for anything more.”

“You might not be. But I will be.” He kissed my shoulder. “You’ll have me begging for more.”

“Or you will just get me out of your system,” I reminded him. Which was more likely to happen. I doubted Brad would ever be begging me for more than one night.

My hands went to his shoulder holster-straps and I started to push them down his arms.

He shrugged them off and then his hands were back on me. And this time they were willingly running up my body.

“You sure you want this?” His hands were just under my breasts.

“I want you.” I kissed his cheek. “Do I have to beg?” Would he make me? I thought I had broken his self-control by telling him he wasn’t breaking the law if I agreed.

“Nah, sweetheart. But I’m going to be begging you tomorrow morning not to push me away.” He kissed along my collarbone. “What about the age difference? Doesn’t that repulse you?”

I was enjoying his lips on me so much I nearly missed his question. “Let’s just say it’s in my blood to be attracted to older men.”

Mum is way younger than Dad. And her mum, my grandmother, well, she had been younger than Granddad. Though I would be setting a new record for the age difference.

I smiled at that and that Mum thought I was the easy one out of us kids.

His lips were off me and I opened my eyes. I didn’t even realize I had closed them, enjoying his kisses way too much.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, reading his expression. He was thinking of something hard.

“I’m not fucking you.”

I groaned. I thought we were past this! I looked in his eyes and I had never seen him more determined. He wasn’t fucking me. I went to get off him. There was no point. I had made my argument and I had lost the fight.

A squeal left my lips as his hands gripped my hips and he flipped me onto my back. I frowned, looking up at him. I was getting off him. I knew by his expression he wasn’t fucking me. So what was he doing?

He ran his knuckles down between my breasts, the coldness of his rings sending a wave of delight through my body. I ached for him. It was physically painful now that he was holding back.

“Why tease me if you aren’t going to do anything about it?” My voice came out breathless. This is what happens when he touches me. I become breathless. Did he realize the pull he had over me? And my body? It was shameful.

“I’m not fucking you, Hannah.” He kissed in between my breasts. “But I am making love to you. All night. Over and over. Till you are worn out.”

My eyes lit up. That meant… “Do you mean that?” My hands went to his shoulders; he was kissing slowly down the center of my body, like he was following an invisible line. He stopped at my belly button and looked up at me.

“You up for it?” He had a wicked grin on his face. Like he was about to live every fantasy he’d ever had.

I locked my legs around his waist. “You had me at over and over.”