Afterward Megan showed her the piece she loved the most color-wise. It was the hands of three people. The first set of hands were small, almost the color of bisque porcelain, palms together. A pair of hands that were almost the same bronze as Alex surrounded the first pair, and another pair of dark brown hands surrounded those two. The contrasts of the three pairs of hands, the shading and photorealistic attention to detail, showed the beauty of each one.
Hannah couldn’t help browsing through the completed canvases that leaned against the wall. They represented every imaginable skin tone—pale with different undertones, various shades of tan and bronze, to the darkest brown Hannah had seen on a person. They were almost abstract, focusing on specific body parts, like the one of Matt and Alex that only showed one shoulder and upper bicep of each guy. She couldn’t even pick out the one of her and Daniel. “Holy cow, Megan. These are amazing. How many people did you get to model for you?”
Megan shrugged, a pleased smile coming to her face. “I’m not sure. Ten or fifteen I think. I recruited almost everyone I know and made the guys help me get people from the football team. Some of the figure models helped me out, but they’re not a very diverse group, so I mostly had to beg and plead. You know about the party, right?”
Hannah stopped looking through the paintings. “What party?”
“For the show.” Megan perched on the stool next to her easel, her arms crossed, a small frown on her face. “Matt didn’t tell you?” When Hannah shook her head, Megan went on. “He probably just forgot, the dork. Anyway, there’s a party the opening night of the show. All the models are invited, but I want you there as a friend, too.”
“Of course. Count me in. I’d love to go.”
They made their way back into the living room where Chris and Matt sat on the couch playing a video game. Megan looked them over and turned back to Hannah. “Only a week left of classes until spring break. Any plans?”
Hannah shrugged, her eyes straying to Matt. “I’m not sure. My roommate is planning on going home, but I’m not sure if I want to go with her or not. What about you?”
“I’m going home with Chris. It’s going to be the official meet-the-parents visit.” She leaned closer, her voice lower. “I’m actually a little nervous. I’ve never been introduced to someone’s parents like this before.”
“You have no reason to be nervous.” Chris’s eyes never left the screen, his thumbs and fingers pushing buttons on the controller. “They love you already because you’re making me graduate. Everything else is just a bonus for them.”
Matt paused the game to look at Hannah. “Stay here with me. You don’t have classes or work. I’ll call in sick on Monday, and we can have a long weekend together.”
“Okay. That sounds fun.” The grin on Matt’s face matched her own. She’d hoped to get to spend more time with Matt, which was why she hadn’t planned anything else. But she’d been too shy to bring it up before now.
His invitation added another mark in the tally to show that he cared about her as much as she did about him. He wanted to spend the week with her, sleeping with her every night. The only thing that worried her was how she’d be able to force herself to go back to her own apartment at the end of spring break. Over a week in Matt’s bed would make it feel more and more like home.
Chapter Twenty
“I could get used to this,” Matt whispered against Hannah’s lips. When he got home from work on Friday, he found her at his house, lounging on the couch in one of his T-shirts. And nothing else. Chris and Megan had left just after noon to drive to Port Orchard, so she’d been there alone, waiting for him. He couldn’t think of a better way to start the weekend.
He deepened the kiss, sliding his hands down her back until he reached the hem of the T-shirt where it fell just below her ass. He slipped one hand underneath the fabric, encountering bare skin. Fuck. She wasn’t even wearing underwear. Unless she had on a thong … He let out a low groan, his cock lengthening down the leg of his dress pants. Hannah’s lips curved in a smile against his.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled back, one hand still kneading her ass, the other coming around to the front to lift the shirt and confirm his suspicion. He was right. Nothing underneath. His dick got even harder.
“Fuck, Hannah,” he breathed. “You’re going to kill me.”
She gave him a wicked smile and pulled the shirt over her head.
“Naughty girl.”
“Oh, I’m a naughty girl, am I?”
That sexy, throaty quality in her voice always had the blood rushing to his cock, and he had to reach down and adjust himself in his pants. He was fully hard now, straining against his zipper. Like his dick had a mind of its own and needed to get to her. He nodded, licking his lips. “Very naught.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
The tease. She knew exactly what he’d do about it, all but begging him to spank her. He was so fucking turned on right now, he almost couldn’t bear it.
Closing the small distance
