They lay still for a moment, both of them collapsed over the arm of the couch, Matt off to the side so he didn’t crush her. With a caress over her hair and down her back, he got up and got rid of the condom. Coming back a moment later, he chuckled to find Hannah in the same position still.
He sat down, pulling her back against him. She groaned, helping just enough so that they lay squished together on the couch, Hannah on top of him. He ran his fingers through her hair again, dropping a kiss on her head. “You are fantastic.”
She looked up at him, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. “You’re pretty fantastic too.” She traced his lips with her fingers. “That was … amazing.”
A wide grin stretched across his face. “That was amazing. We’ll have to find out how many orgasms you can have at a time later. Tomorrow.”
“Oh, God. I don’t know if I can handle that.”
His eyes took on a wicked gleam. “Oh, but wouldn’t it be fun to try? Letting me tie you down and giving you orgasm after orgasm until you begged me to stop?”
A red flush swept across her cheeks, similar to the way she looked just before she came. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t say anything.
He could tell the idea excited her, but she was hesitant. “Maybe another time, then. After I have my own place we can do this more often.”
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You’re getting your own place?”
“Not right away. Our lease is up at the end of July, though. Chris will graduate in May and might be playing for the NFL, so he’ll have to move out. Megan’s going to live with Chris if he’s still in town, and if he does get drafted, I don’t think she’ll want to stay here with me to find a new roommate.” He shook his head. “Besides, I’ve already graduated and have a good job. I can afford my own place.”
She nodded. “Of course. I guess I wasn’t thinking that far ahead.”
He didn’t say anything to that, just settled her closer, stroking her bare skin. He’d definitely thought that far ahead. Maybe she hadn’t come to the conclusion that she loved him yet if she didn’t think about their future together. But that just made him all the more determined to let her know how serious he was about her. Soon.
Chapter Twenty-One
Matt stared at Hannah, an exaggerated puppy dog expression on his face. She laughed at him, swiping her favorite pink gloss across her lips before turning around. “I know you’re sad to see me wearing clothes. Naked weekend has been fun. But I’m going stir crazy, and we’re out of food.” She stepped closer, sliding her arms around his neck. “When we get back, we can get naked again. I promise that we can be naked the whole time we’re home alone this week.”
His face brightened, and he gave her a kiss, reaching down to grope her ass.
She pulled back, her hands on his chest. “Okay, enough of that. I’m starving. You need to feed me if you want more sex.”
With a chuckle, he kissed her once more before letting her go. “Fine. I’ll feed you. How do you feel about oysters?”
She shuddered and laughed. “Gross. No thanks. I don’t think either of us need aphrodisiacs anyway. We seem to be doing just fine without that.” She bore the marks of their lovemaking as proof of that—love bites on her breasts, her ass still faintly pink from the spanking he’d given her an hour ago. He was insatiable and hadn’t come out unscathed either. Red scratch marks peeked out from the sleeve of his T-shirt where she’d sunk her nails into his arms during her last orgasm.
Matt had banned clothes for both of them on Friday night, and they’d spent all weekend talking, laughing, watching movies, and making love. There had been enough groceries to last the weekend, but by Monday afternoon, they were down to cereal and sandwiches, and they’d both worked up too much of an appetite for those to sound appealing.
He’d talked more about tying her down and seeing how many times he could make her come before she begged him to stop. The thought made her squirm, rubbing her thighs together, heat pooling between them. She hadn’t agreed to it. Yet. This week would be the best time to do that, or they’d have to wait until he got his own place. It was funny that she’d started to think about them still being together that far ahead. He kept making casual references to things in the future like she’d be there, and it had worked its way into her own thoughts, despite her initial determination to just take things with him one day at a time. But if he were planning on their future, didn’t that mean he was as invested as she was? Maybe more, since she hadn’t dared to think that far ahead.
They went to a chain restaurant not far from Matt’s house and were seated right away, since they were early for the dinner rush on a Monday. About halfway through dinner, Hannah got up to use the restroom, leaving part of her meal uneaten on the table. She smiled to herself in the mirror while she washed her hands. Things were going better with Matt than she could have hoped. This was going to be the best spring break ever—a whole week in a big house, mostly naked, full of fun sexy times with her hot boyfriend. What more could a girl ask for?
When she walked back out to the table, she slowed and stopped a few tables away, the smile sliding from her face. A woman stood next to their booth—Janine, the HR director and Matt’s boss.
