“Why?” she asked. “It’s Saturday. That’s your night with Kristy.”

“Why do you even know that?” I asked, tamping down the white-hot frustration with whoever told her this information. “And I was with you the last two Saturdays.”

She looked down at her feet, thinking for a beat, and then back at me. “Tonight, I thought about what I wanted you to do to me,” she said, adding, “and what I wanted to do to you. And how I didn’t want any of those things with Dylan.”

I took a step closer into the darkness, ran a hand up her side and over the curve of her breast. “Tell me what you want now. Tell me what you’re ready for me to do.”

I could feel the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed faster. I ran the pad of my thumb over the tight peak of her nipple.

“You go down on me,” she said, voice shaking a little. “You do it until I come.”

“Obviously,” I whispered, laughing a little. “When I do it, you’ll come more than once.”

Her lips parted, and she wrapped her hand around my wrist, pressing my palm more firmly against her breast. “You lean over me on the couch, jerking off, and come on my chest.”

I was already so hard and f**k, that was a good visual. “What else?”

Shaking her head, she finally shrugged and looked away. “Everything else. Sex in all kinds of places on my body. How you like me to bite you, and how good it feels to do it. We’re having sex and I’m doing everything you want and it isn’t just good for me, it’s good for you, too.”

I lost my words for a beat, surprised by this. “Does that worry you? That I’m somehow humoring you?”

She looked up, met my eyes. “Of course, Will.”

I stepped even closer so I was pressed against her and she had to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. Angling my hips, I pushed the rigid shape of my erection into her stomach.

“Hanna. I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted something more than I want you. I really don’t think I have,” I said. “I think about just kissing you, for f**king hours. Do you know that kind of kissing? Where it’s enough for so long you don’t even think of doing anything else?”

She shook her head, breath coming out against my neck in short, sharp bursts.

“I don’t know about that kind of kissing, either, because I’ve never wanted just that before.”

Hanna slid her hands under my jacket and beneath my shirt. Her hands were warm, and the muscles of my abdomen jumped and tensed beneath her fingers.

“I think about having you spread over my face,” I said. “And taking you on the floor just inside my apartment because I can’t wait long enough to get us anywhere more comfortable. I don’t want to be with anyone else lately, and it means I spend an awful lot of time going for runs at random hours, or with my hand on my own dick wishing it was yours instead.”

“Let’s get out of the elevator,” she said, pushing me gently through the opening doors and into the hallway.

She fumbled slightly with the key to her place and my hands shook as I reached for her sides, ran my palms from her waist to her hips. It took every ounce of self-control I had left to not take it from her and shove it into the lock myself.

When she finally got the door open, I pushed her inside, slamming it closed behind us and pressing her into the wall just a few steps in. I bent, sucking her neck, her jaw, running my hands under the skirt of her dress to feel the smooth skin of her thighs.

“You’re going to have to tell me to stop if I move too fast.”

Her hands shook as she slid them into my hair, dug her nails into my scalp. “I won’t.”

I kissed up her chin to her mouth, sucking and licking, tasting every millimeter of her soft lips and sweet hungry tongue. I wanted her to lick me, suck marks into my chest and feel the bite of her teeth on my hips, my thighs, my fingers. I felt a little like a criminal unchained, sucking and biting at her, stepping away from her only long enough to pull our jackets off, tug my own shirt over my head, unzip her dress, and push it to the floor. With a flick of my fingers her bra came undone and she shrugged out of it, stepping into my arms. Her br**sts pressed against my skin and I just wanted to rub on her, wild and f**king inside her already.

She pushed me back, taking my hand and leading me down the hall to her bedroom, throwing me a little smile over her shoulder.

Her room was tidy, sparse. A king bed was positioned against one wall, which, other than Hanna, was basically all I saw. She stood in only her panties, hair loose and soft around her shoulders as she looked from my chest, up my neck, to my face.