That tender touch in contrast to the rough kiss had me gasping in surprise. Henry took immediate advantage of that and his tongue swept in and claimed my mouth.
All the anger I’d built up from the maneuver he’d pulled the day before combined with the sexual frustration of that last vision, detonated in my system. The energetic and emotional blast was so loud that I felt the ground shake.
The storm continued to crash over the building, and furious, frustrated and turned on—I kissed him back, every bit as hard as he was kissing me.
I let go of his shirt and grabbed ahold of his tousled hair and pulled his head down farther to mine. He responded by bending me backwards over his arm. Now his hands were racing over me, and I trembled when I felt him pass his hand over my breast. When he gave the peak of my breast a little tweak, I moaned in response.
I heard a different crashing sound and the next thing I knew my back hit the now cleared desk. Henry’s hands were under my dress touching, and teasing, and I gnawed on his mouth. In the back of my mind, I knew we were racing towards the point of no return. And the rest of me didn’t give a damn. I ran my hands over him, as desperate to touch him as I was to be touched.
Cerebral, thoughtful Hannah was floating away and leaving earthy, ravenous Hannah to her desires. I didn’t know this Hannah, but a part of me rejoiced in letting her loose. I tugged his shirt free of his jeans, heard it tear, and laughed.
I felt him yank my panties down my legs, and he lifted his mouth from mine, shoved my dress up and out of the way, and began to kiss his way down my chest towards my belly, and lower. My back arched off the desk and I screamed when he tasted me. He pushed my legs apart and buried his face between them.
Dream lovers aside, it had been far too long, and I was shouting from an orgasm within moments. While the thunderstorm raged, I lay dazed and blinking at the ceiling, trying to get my breath back. Belatedly, I heard him unbuckle and unzip and before I could even begin to process the fact that Henry Walker had just gone down on me, I felt his calloused hands on my hips, and he pressed forward.
I hissed at the surprising sting of his penetration. He was large, and I was stretched to the point of pain.
“Shit, Hannah.” Henry leaned over. “Darlin’ you’re really tight.” I heard a whimper, and wondered who’d made that sound.
“Take a breath Hannah,” Henry suggested and eased back a little.
I gasped and ran my hands down his arms, and tried to relearn how to breathe. My eyes locked on his, and I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I shook my head, and noticed that while his jaw was set, his arms were trembling from holding back. For some reason, that alone helped me relax. I concentrated on making my muscles unclench. As soon as they did, the discomfort eased up. I blew out a shaky breath.
“Are you okay?” he asked while the rain and hail pounded down over the building.
I moved experimentally beneath him, and watched him shudder. “I’m fine,” I said firmly.
“Hannah,” he began.
To shut him up, I pressed a hard, quick kiss to his mouth.
He smiled down at me, and the glint in his eyes had me gasping. Slowly, he pushed his way forward.
“Shit!” I said, not in pain—but pleasure.
Henry lowered his mouth, kissed me long and deep, and began to move. Carefully at first, but when I reached around and grabbed his back side, he got the message and began to thrust harder and faster. The desk made a horrible racket as it scooted across the floor, and I was starting to build up to another orgasm when Henry threw his head back and was shouting with his own release.
He dropped down on top of me, and the thunder gave a half hearted rumble, and rolled away. Not unlike the second climax I’d been building up to. The hail was gone now, and only rain beat against the roof.
After a few moments Henry sighed and lifted his weight off me. He stepped back and my eyes widened when I saw that he’d been wearing a condom.
Efficiently he dealt with it, and my stomach gave a nasty pitch when I realized that I’d been too far gone to even stop and think about protection. That should never have happened.
None of this should’ve happened. I corrected myself.
I started to sit up, and Henry tugged me to a sitting position. I recalled the state of my dress a bit too late and hurriedly yanked it down.
“Well,” he said with a cheerful grin as he zipped back up. “That was fun.”
“Fun?” Offended, I scowled at him.
“You gonna look me in the eye, and tell me you didn’t have fun?” He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Darlin’ you were shouting down the walls.”
Incredibly insulted, I opened my mouth to scream at him and found that for once I didn’t have any words. I stood up, wobbled and caught myself on the desk. The lights chose that exact moment to come back on. I spotted my underwear lying on the floor. They’d landed at the bottom of the door.
I held my head up and walked to the door, stopping only to grab my underwear, then I threw the door open with enough force that it bounced off the wall. I went directly to the bathroom, locked the door behind me and leaned against it.
Oh my gods! What had I done?
I’d gotten into a fight with Henry and had sex! I covered my face with my hands and groaned. I didn’t even like him! He was
