I blinked awake, the glare of sunshine peeked through the curtains. Sitting up, I raked a hand through my hair. Glancing to my right, I found Hannah sleeping soundly beside me. She was resting on her side, her hand tucked under the pillow. Her light brown waves spilled over the white pillow case and I swore there was a smile on her lips. She looked happy, peaceful.
This feeling, I hadn’t felt it in a long time. In the four years since I’d been widowed, I’d never asked a woman to stay the night. And I’d rarely stayed the night with a woman. Now, I had the mother of one of my player’s in my house and sleeping in my bed—naked.
Inhaling a heavy breath, I scrubbed my hands down my face.
What is she doing to me?
Hannah was breathtaking. I ran my thumb down her arm decorated with those sexy tattoos, her skin was as smooth as silk. Damn, why was she so addictive?
I struggled with the expectations of the people—the community, all the parents, and my colleagues. It was a heavy weight on my shoulders to secure this championship season. The last two years we’d come close. The first year I was here, we made it to regionals. Last year the team made it all the way to semi-state, and then we got our clocks cleaned. I didn’t fear that my job was on the line, but still I wanted to win with these guys.
All that pressure, and now I decided to add a woman into the mix with the football season underway? Do I need a padded cell?
So far Hannah hadn’t been a distraction. But, now, things were different. Last night had changed everything. Maybe nothing had changed.
I pushed the conflicting thoughts out of my mind, and slowly pulled the sheet away from her body exposing her full, gorgeous breasts. Those pretty pink nipples begged for my mouth.
She stirred, hitching one of her long legs over mine. Her eyes opened and a lazy grin spread across her lips. Heat rushed to my cock and my chest swelled with need.
My hand moved up her thigh, and I dipped my head to flick her nipple with my tongue. “Good morning,” I said.
“That is quite the wakeup call,” she whispered, shoving her hand though my hair.
Saying nothing, I leaned over catching her nipple between my teeth. I bit down softly, dragging out the sensation.
She moaned, pulled up my head, and her lips landed on mine. I kissed her hard tangling my hands in her hair. Shifting, I pinned her beneath me, nestling my body between her long legs that she graciously opened for me. Grinding against her, my cock slid through her slick heat.
Christ, she is soaked.
My hands flew to the nightstand where I snagged the condom that was within my reach. “This is what you do to me,” I said, rolling the condom down my shaft.
Grabbing the back of her thighs, I angled her body sliding my cock through her wet heat. The first thrust was always so fucking good, and I took great satisfaction watching her eyes roll back into her head.
Hannah gasped, and churned her hips, as I pushed deeper. Spreading her wide, we rocked together finding perfect rhythm. The need surging through me was primal. My chest pressed against hers and I tasted her everywhere—her jaw, her neck, her collarbone and her lips.
She fisted my hair meeting me thrust for thrust. My mouth sealed over hers and her inner muscles began pulsing, pleasure spread from every cell in my body heading straight to my balls.
“Oh, Wyatt,” she breathed, squeezing her eyes shut. Hannah was about to lose it.
I slid my thumb over her clit sending her over the edge. She screamed my name, as her body tensed and twisted. Watching her fall apart was nothing short of spectacular.
Leaning forward, I gripped the chrome of my headboard for support as my orgasm charged through my body. Once the stars left and focus returned, I climbed out of bed and discarded the condom.
“All right,” I said when I came back into the room. “Should we run then shower or shower then go for a run?”
She rolled to her side, levering up on her elbow. “You want me to run? I don’t even think that I can walk right now. I’ve used muscles that I haven’t used in, well, a very long time.”
“I can help stretch you out.”
She cocked her head and all those sun-kissed waves spilled over her shoulders shielding her breasts. “One problem, I didn’t bring any running clothes.”
My eyes darted to her overnight bag that I’d brought in from her truck last night. “Well, do you mind if I go for a run?” I asked, pulling on a pair of boxer briefs.
“Not at all, I’ll probably take advantage of that amazing shower of yours.”
Leaning over, I pressed my fists to the bed. “You can do anything you want.” I captured her lips with mine. “If you’re still in there when I get back maybe I’ll join you.”
That sated smile returned to her lips. “You better feed me if you want me to keep up with you, Wyatt Hamilton.”
I cocked a brow. “I think that I can manage that.”
“Wow, something smells amazing.” I noted the aroma of cinnamon and sugar as I made my way through the back door from my run. Loki ran inside and headed straight for his water dish.
Hannah stood in my kitchen wearing a white cotton tank top and tiny black shorts, those slender legs of hers on full display. Aside from the sexy ass woman standing in my kitchen, it was nice to see someone making proper use of this space. I didn’t bake, ever. If I wanted sweets I went to the bakery or the grocery store.
“Hi, hungry?” she asked, turning to face me. Fuck my life—she was braless. Despite the fact that she was standing over a hot stove her nipples pebbled against the fabric. She walked to the sink and I rounded the island to stand behind her. Pressing my chest to her back, I kissed the soft spot below her ear. She didn’t seem to mind that I was drenched in sweat.
“Starved,” I answered, slipping my hand under her tank top and brushing my thumb over her nipple.
“Good. I made cinnamon swirl bread,” she said, rinsing out the large mixing bowl that I rarely used.
“Sounds perfect.” My other hand slid up her ribcage cupping her breast. She moaned into my touch and water splashed onto my skin.
“How was your run?”
All my run had done was amp me up to fuck her again, but I didn’t tell her that bit of information.
“It was good,” I murmured against her skin.
I dipped my hands inside the waistband of her black shorts. My fingers slid up and down her pussy, stroking her slowly back and forth. She writhed against me as my thumb brushed over her clit.
“Wyatt,” my name rolled off her tongue in a hushed whisper.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
She turned around to face me. Her hands gripped the hem of my t-shirt. “Why don’t you go shower and I’ll finish cleaning up in here. The cinnamon bread has thirty minutes left to bake.”
“All right,” I agreed. I walked up the stairs to my bathroom and then flipped on the spray. Steam filled the room as I stripped out of my sweat soaked clothes. My palms splayed flat against the cool tile as I rolled my neck underneath the hot spray. Blowing out a deep breath, I ran the bar of soap over my chest and arms.
I had a ton of work to do and none of it was getting done, including watching the game film from Friday night again. Tonight was technically a school night, and I should be turning in early and get ready for tomorrow, but I had zero desire for Hannah to leave. I wanted another night with her in my bed.
This was all new to me, yet familiar at the same time. Things with Hannah were easy. I loved how we could go from serious to playful in a heartbeat. Everything felt right but I couldn’t ignore the fact that she was risking a hell of a lot—for me. For us?
I turned off the water and grabbed the towel off the hook. After I toweled off my face and dried my hair, I wrapped it around my waist and stepped out of the shower.
As soon as I walked back into my bedroom, I stopped. My attention caught by the sight of Hannah sitting on the edge of my bed pulling on her boots. She was wearing the same dress that she’d worn last night.
“What are you doing?”
“You have visitors and I think that I should go.”
My eyes narrowed. “Visitors?”
She stood, smoothing her dress down over her thighs. “Yeah, your sister-in-law and her husband are downstairs. She wasn’t too happy about a woman standing in your kitchen, braless.”
“What did she say to you?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said waving me off. “It was rude.”
“Figures,” I huffed pulling on a pair of jeans. “Marie blames me for Kate’s death.”
“What?” A deep breath escaped her, as she straightened her posture.
“She has a ton of conspiracy theories, one of them being that I should have told Kate to stay in California until the storm passed. I should have picked them up from the airport instead of hiring a driver. I should have done this or that.” I raked a hand through my wet hair and walked over to her.
Hannah shifted on her feet, glancing down at the floor. “So she needs someone to blame, huh?”
“Yeah, her anger is directed towards me since she never thought I was good enough for her sister.”
She looked up at me letting out a sigh. “I think it’s best if I go.”
My knuckles grazed up and down her arms. “I’ll get rid of them and we can go back to our day.”
“Another time.” She gave a sad little laugh, before kissing me. “I really enjoyed last night and this morning.”
There was nothing I could do, and I wouldn’t keep her here if she wanted to leave. Fucking Marie, this would be the last time she dropped by my house unannounced or ever for that matter.
“Okay, I’ll walk you out.” I slipped a t-shirt on and then led Hannah downstairs.
Marie stood at the at the kitchen island a fake smile painted across her face. Ben was sitting on a barstool looking annoyed as shit.
I tossed a scowl in their direction as I passed through the kitchen leading Hannah to the front door.
My hands framed her face, and I kissed her long and hot. “I’ll see you soon. That is a promise.”
She nodded then turned as fast as she could to get the hell out of there. Anger flooded through my veins. I stood there watching until Hannah backed out of my driveway and then I stalked back into the kitchen.
“What the fuck are the two of you doing here?”
“Hello to you too, Wyatt,” Marie sneered. “We were in the area and thought we’d stop by. We didn’t expect to find you shacking up with some hippie chick with tattoos.”
Ben ran a hand over his forehead. “Marie, for fuck’s sake. Give it a rest.”
“What the hell did you say to Hannah?”
Marie jutted her chin. “Oh, your piece of ass has a name? Is she your flavor of the month or what, Wyatt?”
“Enough. Who I choose to spend my time with is none of your fucking business,” I ground out.
Marie arched a brow. “Well, I am here on actual business.”
I rubbed my temples. “What are you talking about?”
“The dedication ceremony and reception for the new communications building at Elliston is next month,” she said tossing an envelope onto the counter. “My mother would like you to attend and say a few words on your dead wife’s behalf.”
“You could have mailed that,” I pointed out.
She lifted her purse off my counter and slung it over her shoulder. “In person was much more fun.”
“Get the fuck out, Marie,” I snapped. “And don’t come back here—ever.”
Ben scrambled to his feet. “Sorry, man,” he mouthed, shaking his head.
Once the door closed, I slumped down onto a barstool. My eyes drifted to the black envelope catching sight of the cinnamon swirl bread cooling on the stove.
Those expectations drifted back.