He made his way to the couch and dropped onto it, his head resting against the back while he waited for Hannah to change clothes. Imagining her naked in his bedroom didn’t help at all. Reaching a hand down, he adjusted the semi he sported. God, he thought he might actually die if he couldn’t get his hands on her soon.
The door to his bedroom opened, and Hannah came into the living room. Sitting up, he watched her stash her backpack next to the coffee table, standing there with her arms crossed over a pink long sleeved T-shirt paired with skinny jeans that fit her like a second skin. She tucked her hair behind one ear, a tight smile on her lips.
Matt sat back and patted the cushion next to him before putting his arm along the back of the couch. “C’mere. We’ll see what’s on TV while we wait for food if that’s okay.”
Hannah nodded, bending down again to get a book out of her bag. The low scoop neck of her shirt opened, allowing him a view of her breasts nestled in a tan bra. He sucked in a breath. All the memories of worshiping those perfect tits, all the things he’d like to do to them colliding in his brain at once. She looked up, confusion stamped on her face until she realized where he was looking. Her cheeks pinked again, the shade almost matching her shirt, and she stood up quickly, clutching her textbook to her chest.
He gave her what he hoped was a disarming grin. “It’s okay, Hannah. Come sit down. I won’t bite.” He waited for her to settle in next to him before leaning over and whispering, “Unless you want me to.”
Her lips parted, and her breath hitched. He sat back, his grin turning smug. She might blush and act nervous, but he affected her just as much as he used to. And now he knew it for sure. She wanted him, maybe as much as he wanted her. He just needed to get her comfortable enough with him again to act on it. Too bad she was so gun-shy. The girl he remembered had been responsive and uninhibited. He’d been surprised that she’d managed to hang onto her V-card as long as she had with the way she’d been with him.
Maybe it had just been the deadline on their time together that made it possible for her to let go like that. They’d had a vacation romance, with only a handful of weeks together. God, they’d been lucky to get that long. He didn’t know anyone else whose family went away for weeks at a time like her friend’s family did that summer. But he’d had her naked and in his bed just a few days after they’d met, and she’d given him her virginity by the end of the first week. From her reactions now, the timeline seemed like it would be much longer. He stifled a groan at the thought of how many more weeks he’d have to get relief from his own hand.
“Matt?”
He turned to find Hannah’s questioning eyes on him. “Yeah?”
“Are we going to watch something? Or are you going to just sit there and scowl at the blank TV for a while longer?” She held up her book. “It’s okay with me either way. I have reading to do, and the scowling’s quieter, so that’s fine. But you said you wanted to watch something, so I was just curious.” Amusement lit up her eyes, her dry humor coming out.
He gave her a mock scowl, his arm coming off the back of the couch and squeezing her to his side. Her breath hitched again, and he let his smug smile take over his face again. “I’m trying to decide if I want TV or a movie.” God, he’d love to watch a movie with her again, especially if they did it the same way as before, where “movie” meant fooling around in his bed. They watched a lot of “movies” that summer.
“A movie, huh?” She shook her head, her low chuckle letting him know she remembered their movie watching too. “You’re on your own whatever you decide.” She held up her book and adjusted to get more comfortable, her back against his chest and his arm now across her shoulders, her knees bent and feet up on the couch with her book propped against her legs. Her head tilted back so she could make eye contact. “I have to get through a couple of chapters before class tomorrow. I’ll stop when the food comes.”
He dropped a kiss on her head. “Alright. TV it is. It’s only reruns on right now anyway.” He settled on a channel playing endless reruns of Big Bang Theory.
The doorbell sounded a little while later, and Hannah sat up, putting her book away. Matt missed the feeling of her against him, her warmth and weight comforting, but got up to answer the door, pulling his wallet out of his pocket to pay for their food. He spread out the food on the coffee table, fried rice to share, a stir fry for him—a concession to trying to keep up with the healthy eating edict since he was helping Chris train—beef teriyaki for Hannah. He got plates and glasses of water for them from the kitchen, catching Hannah popping a vegetable from his stir fry into her mouth when he came back in. She grinned at him, unrepentant.
He shot her a mock glare. “Careful. You might have to pay for that later.”
“Oh?” Her cheeky grin grew wider. “And how would I do that?”
He leaned down, catching her mouth in a kiss, his teeth sinking into her lower lip until she gasped, tasting the spices and
