He shifted a little, keenly aware of the fact that he’d been hard since they were dancing. While he’d pulled her close to grind his dick against her inside the club, now that seemed inappropriate, and he tried to keep her from pressing against him, not wanting to call her attention to it. He groaned when she moved to maintain contact, their thighs pressing against each other, his pelvis tight against her lower belly. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her lips open in a silent gasp, and he couldn’t help himself. Again. He needed to know if she tasted the same as he remembered.
With a tilt of his head, his lips covered hers, and he breathed her in, her light citrusy smell tickling his nose and the faint taste of strawberries from her lip gloss on his tongue. She responded, pushing against him, her tongue sliding against his, and it just felt so … right. Like this was what he’d been looking for all along. Since she’d left at the end of that summer, he’d craved this feeling of rightness again, and been unable to find it anywhere.
The cold air slapped him in the face when she wrenched herself away. She stared at him with wide eyes, unblinking, her fingers over her lips, shaking her head. Running her hands over her face, he heard her muttering and couldn’t make it out.
He took a step toward her again, trying to figure out what she was saying, what was going on. Had she not felt what he had? Fuck. This was not going the way he wanted. “Hannah? What’s wrong?”
She dropped her hands to her sides and stared at him for a moment, giving another little shake of her head. “I can’t do this. Not again.”
“What? What do you mean not again?”
“Oh, God.” Her groan sent more blood racing to his dick—the same sound he remembered when he slid inside her the first time. And the time after. And every single time they were together that summer. But that wasn’t what was making her groan now. He gave himself a mental shake to keep his head in the present, because unless he could get this sorted out, there was no way he’d hear her groan in that context again.
“Hannah? Tell me what’s going on in your head.” He tried to sound calm and collected, and he thought he succeeded pretty well. His breath caught in his chest while he waited for her answer. He thought he knew what she might say, but he wanted to be sure.
She pierced him with a look. This chick. It was like she wanted to take him apart and see inside his head, and she was the only one who even tried. Who had a chance of succeeding.
“Do you really not remember, Matt? Do you not remember that summer we were together?”
He stared at her in shock for a minute. She remembered? “Of course I remember. How could I not?”
She shook her head at him again. “On Monday you stared at me like you maybe recognized me and couldn’t place me. I figured you didn’t remember anything.”
He grunted. “I didn’t know what to do. I was in complete shock when I saw you, so I just got on with the meeting. You didn’t act like you recognized me, and it wasn’t exactly the best place to hash out our past.” He let his eyes wander over her, taking her in. Her hair shorter than when he’d known her before, her breasts and hips fuller, softer, more lush. “I like your hair like this. What are you even doing here? Weren’t you going to go to school somewhere else? UW, right?” He said it U-dub, like the locals.
She tilted her head, eyeing him, her expression and tone flat. “Yeah. I changed my mind.”
He nodded. “Yeah.” Did she change her mind because of him? If so, that made him feel like an even bigger jackass for the way he’d just stopped responding to her. “When did you recognize me?”
Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She closed it and looked away down the street, huffing out a laugh and shaking her head. “Immediately.”
“You covered it well.” It was a dumb comment, but he didn’t know what else to say.
“Yeah, well, it seemed like the best choice at the time.”
“I get that.”
She studied him, her arms wrapped around herself, her hands rubbing at the goosebumps on her bare shoulders. “So, what now?”
He tilted his head, reaching for her. “I wouldn’t mind a repeat of what we were just doing.”
She laughed again, a light chuckle coupled with a small head shake, but she allowed him to pull her closer and wrap his arms around her again. “We shouldn’t.”
“Why not? I enjoyed it. You seemed to like it too.” He knew they shouldn’t. He’d get in so much trouble at work if anyone found out. But he couldn’t help himself. That feeling of rightness that he’d just found again was too good to let go.
She stared up at him again, doubt in her eyes that he wanted to soothe away. As he rubbed his hands up and down her back, he reveled in the way she pressed against him and closed her eyes at the feel of it. When she let out another soft moan he couldn’t resist her anymore, and he took her lips in another kiss. A slow, languorous, torturous kiss. After an eternity or a heartbeat he pulled away, looking down into her green eyes, hazed with desire. “Let’s find somewhere warmer.”
Chapter Six
Hannah looked up into Matt’s face, the face that had haunted her dreams more often than she cared to admit. Up close like this,
