Matt’s hands dropped on her bare shoulders, slipping around her torso and pulling her back against him, holding her against his chest until she stopped struggling.
Lying limp against him, she tried to steel herself against the way his arms around her made her feel. The sheet had slipped in the back so her bare skin pressed against his. But spending more time like this was dangerous to her mental and emotional health. She needed to view this as closure she’d never gotten and move on. “Let me go, Matt.” This time her voice came out steady and in control.
“Now why would I do that?” He placed a kiss on her neck. “I just found you again. Why would I want to let you go?”
Her breath caught in her chest, but she stamped down the uncontrollable welling up of hope, holding it at bay until she had a straight answer. “Don’t fuck with me, Matt. Either answer my question, or let me go and leave me alone.”
He sighed, his chest deflating behind her. His arms withdrew, no longer pinning her against him, and he ran his hands over her arms. “I told you before. I want a chance at us again. I don’t want you dating other guys. I want to spend every spare moment with you. If I got my way, you’d stay here tonight, and tomorrow, and maybe all the nights after that. I don’t want to let you go now that you’re mine again. But I will if you want me to. If you want me to leave you alone and not talk to you anymore, just say the word and I will.”
Hannah sat up and turned so she could look at him, examining his face to gauge his sincerity. “I don’t do casual flings, Matt. I’m not built that way.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Does this feel casual to you?”
A small smile came to her face as she shook her head. “No, but I don’t know what’s going on with you. But you and your friends all have a reputation with women. And with the way things ended before, I just need you to be clear.”
His mouth twisted in a grimace. “I apologized about before.”
“I know you did. And even though I forgive you, it still means that you’re good at hiding your thoughts, and the possibility exists that you’ll ghost on me again.”
“I won’t, Hannah. I told you, I learned from my mistakes. I won’t do that to you again.”
She nodded, feeling somewhat reassured at the sincerity ringing in his voice. “Okay. But if you decide you’re ready to move on, I need you to have the balls to tell me this time, okay?”
“I don’t see that happening, but okay.” He reached for her, tugging on her hands until they loosened their hold on the sheet and pulled her forward so she sat straddling his lap. “If it makes you feel more secure to hear me say it, I promise that I’ll tell you if I decide to end things between us. And you promise me the same, okay?”
“Okay.”
His hand slid up her back to tangle in her hair. “As for my reputation, it’s not entirely deserved. Lance and Chris were the manwhores. I just got lumped in with them because we’re friends.” He brought her mouth down to his for a kiss, but she didn’t let it last long, not quite as done with this conversation as Matt seemed to want to be.
She pulled back. “Is that so? So no hooking up with random girls at parties or whenever?”
A crooked smile took over his face. “I didn’t say I was celibate between relationships. But those guys didn’t even date. I’ve at least had girlfriends before. Now, do you really want to talk about other chicks?” He arched an eyebrow at her, the intensity in his eyes contrasting with the smile playing on his lips.
She shook her head, the movement small since his hand still held the back of her head. “Not really. Do you want to hear about my past relationships?”
That question provoked a growl, and she fought a smile at the rumble in his chest. “Not fucking likely.”
He pulled her mouth down to his with more force this time, not letting her get away, nipping at her lower lip so she would open for him. Soon he maneuvered them so he had her pinned beneath him again, his cock lengthening and hardening against her leg. “You’re mine, Hannah. As far as I’m concerned you’ve always been mine, and you’ll always be mine. Got it?”
He pulled back enough for her to nod, then he lowered his mouth to her skin once more. He was rougher than before, nipping at her neck and over her collarbone, soothing the sting of his teeth with his tongue and wet, open-mouth kisses until he reached her breasts. Using his fingers to stir her arousal, he ratcheted it up almost to the breaking point before donning a condom and sinking inside her once more.
The feeling of him stretching her sore tissues so soon after the last time made her gasp. The edge of pain served to heighten the pleasure even more.
He bracketed her face with his hands, his eyes boring into hers. “Mine,” he said as he thrust into her. He thrust again. “Say it. Say you’re mine, Hannah.” He withdrew, waiting for her to comply with his command.
She squirmed under him, searching for contact. “Yours.” One word was all she could muster. He thrust into her again, hard, each stroke a claiming. He covered her mouth with his, swallowing her moans and cries, driving her toward another orgasm, and when it came, her spasms set off his own, a series of fireworks exploding one after another.
Afterward, she lay under him, limp and exhausted, her body so sated that her brain finally shut off, letting her drift in the pleasure of skin on skin. Not feeling the need to wonder about
