Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
She slid out of the blanket and stood on the floor, naked, scrambling to find her clothes as quickly as possible before he, God forbid, woke up. Her hands grabbed for her bra, shirt, and pants. She saw her ballet flats by the door and realized she didn't even remember slipping them off. Her panties were nowhere in sight and she didn't want to waste time looking for them.
She tiptoed out of the open bedroom door, closing it softly behind her and slipping into her clothes as she made her way down the hallway.
Hannah closed the front door behind her, cringing at the loud, echoing sound. She got into her car and backed out of the driveway with her lights off. Once out of his neighborhood, she pulled her car to the side of the road and put it into park.
Oh, God.
How the hell did that happen? One minute they were just talking, the next thing they were rolling around naked. Where had her head been? She had planned against this kind of thing. After that night in her office, and the subsequent consequences, she had promised herself that she wasn't going to let it happen again. And she certainly wasn't going to go to bed with him.
Hannah rested her forehead against her steering wheel, taking a few deep breaths. How was she going to be able to face him at the office? Was he going to say anything about it to her? Could she possibly hope that maybe he wouldn't even bring it up?
He hadn't pressed her after the night in her office. Sure, he had played a few games with her so that she couldn't completely ignore him. But he had never actually brought it up. But that had just been some heavy kissing. And a little dry grinding against each other. It was tame by most standards. She hadn't even felt his fingers on her skin.
Even as she sat there, she could feel the memory of his hands touching every inch of her body. As much as she wished all she could do was call it a mistake and feel nothing but regret, she couldn't. Try as she might to think otherwise, she had never experienced anything even close to that before in her life. It was painfully obvious how experienced Elliott was with women. He knew every spot on her body to touch, to kiss, to lick. He sensed when she was on the edge of climax and pulled away, making the excruciating pleasure build and ebb then build back up again.
Hannah shivered at the memory. She had never known sex could be that way- both intimate and passionate and hot and steamy at the same time. He had spent so much time worshiping every curve and crevice of her body, places she hadn't even known were erotic.
The way he had looked at her, like she was precious and beautiful and sexy had quickly pushed away her natural insecurities at being seen fully bare to a man. And whenever she felt herself pull away, allowing fear and uncertainty to cloud her sensations, she swore he sensed it. Somehow he felt the tension suddenly there and he reacted. He pulled her closer. His lips found hers and kissed her until she felt dizzy.
He was everything she had read or heard about when someone mentioned an amazing lover. And she hadn't experienced the pain she dreaded the most. When the moment had come and she felt his impossibly thick hardness press against her small opening, she had felt pressure, a slight discomfort as her body stretched to meet the demand of his body. But he had slid in carefully and she had felt a rush of relief and pleasure like she wasn't aware of possessing.
Hannah threw her car back into drive and drove, trying to focus on the road instead of the desire building up within her again. She couldn't possibly want him again so soon, but somehow she did. She checked the stereo, shocked to find it was well after three in the morning.
She felt rested, wondering exactly how long she had spent sleeping. It had barely been seven o'clock when she arrived in his house. And they were up in his bedroom not long after. But how long had they spent rolling around together? The foreplay had seemed to go on forever. An hour? More? She wasn't sure. But she had certainly gotten at least five full hours of rest afterward. It seemed strange to her that she had slept more deeply with him than she had in weeks at home in her own comfortable bed. Maybe it was just because the overwhelming sensations and the mind-blowing orgasm had drained her already exhausted body. A little voice in her mind whispered that it was something more than that, but she quickly pushed that idea away, looking for ideas that were easier to face.