He pressed his thumb into her clit, rubbing firm circles in time with his slow thrusts. Hannah’s breath grew quicker, her legs around him tightened, and he picked up speed, knowing that he’d found the right spot. He held himself back, waiting for what seemed like forever, until with one hard thrust, she tipped over the edge, spasming around him, her legs clenching and shivering. Removing his hand from her clit, he grasped both of her hands, lacing their fingers together and pulling her hands above her head. His hips snapped faster, prolonging her orgasm while he let go of his restraint and chased his own.
“Look at me, Hannah. Open your eyes.” He barely recognized the sound of his own voice, little more than a growl now.
Her muscles were still spasming around his cock, but she managed to follow his order, her head lolling to center, her eyelids peeling back enough for her to peer out. Her green eyes were dark, the color of the forest after the rain, hazy and unfocused, the effects of her second orgasm—the effect he had on her—clear for him to see.
And that was enough to push him over the edge. He held her gaze as he finished, his muscles shaking around her, and her legs tightened around him once more, her fingers clutching his hands as tightly as he gripped hers, holding him close as he came.
This girl. She was it. He hadn’t realized it until now, but she’d completely ruined him for anyone else.
Chapter Fourteen
Matt’s body pressed her into the mattress. She’d let her legs fall away from his hips, but he’d collapsed halfway on top of her when he’d finished, his head resting against her shoulder, eyes closed. His breath came fast, and his heart raced where his chest pressed against hers. He’d let go of her hands before he collapsed, and he had his left arm wrapped around her, holding her to him like he didn’t mean to ever let go. He’d fallen off center enough that she didn’t have trouble breathing, and the feeling of him on top of her made her feel warm and safe.
After his breathing and heart rate slowed, he squeezed her against him once more before shifting back and up, one hand stroking down her torso, the other grasping himself while he withdrew from her.
He stood, wrapped the used condom in some tissues, and threw it away. Climbing back into bed, he pulled her around with her head on his chest and her leg across his torso. He exhaled and ran his hand up and down her back, from the nape of her neck to her ass and back again.
She snuggled in, this level of tenderness unexpected after the way things had started. With their emotions running high, she’d expected angry fucking. But the minute their skin touched, the dam broke on the old flood of emotions they’d had before, calling them forth from the past, bringing them all to the present. Now she lay here in Matt’s arms, his hand stroking up and down her back the same way he used to whenever he held her like this. She found herself caressing the bare skin of his torso like she used to as well, her fingers running over the dips and valleys created by his pale skin stretched taut over compact muscles. As comfortable as this felt, the muscle memory of them together taking over without conscious thought, her mind couldn’t quite catch up to what was happening. She needed to clarify this before they left the room. As far as she knew, they weren’t together. Sure, they’d been hanging out this week, but just at his house. She wasn’t his girlfriend.
She tilted her head up so she could look at Matt. With his face pointed at the ceiling and his other hand tucked behind his head, she could only see his jawline and the faint stubble growing there. She licked her lips, nervous to ask a question. But she had to ask. Otherwise she’d go crazy wondering. Matt had always been direct with her. That’s part of what made her nervous, though. What if she didn’t like his answer? Only one way to find out.
“What does this mean, Matt?” She hated the breathless sound of her voice when she asked the question. She wasn’t the uncertain, just-barely-eighteen-year-old she’d been when they were together before. She was older, wiser, more confident. But in the same way their bodies went back to their old patterns, so did her thoughts, and she sounded shy, uncertain, and worried. She didn’t know if she could survive him leaving without an explanation again. That’s why the question had to be asked. If he didn’t want this to go anywhere, she needed to know now, before she got in deeper, before she risked her heart again.
His head swiveled down, his blue eyes piercing, searching hers. “What does what mean?”
She pursed her lips at his deliberate obtuseness. “Don’t play dumb, Matt Schwartz. The jealousy, the spanking, the sex, all of it. What does it all mean? What do you want from me? From this?”
Pulling his arm out from under her head, he propped himself up on his elbow to look down at her. “What do you want it to mean?”
She poked him in the sternum, getting irritated with his evasiveness, and sat up, pulling the sheets around her, wanting to cover her nakedness. “Fine. Never mind. I guess your unwillingness to answer a basic question about the status of our relationship, or whatever the hell this is, is answer enough.” She started to move off the bed. “I’ll just go. Don’t bother calling. I’ll email you at work if I need anything work related, or you can email me, but don’t come around and check on me anymore. I’d rather not see you more than absolutely necessary if that’s okay.” The sheet tangled around her as she tried to get up, keeping her trapped on the bed. She yanked on it,
