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He leaned in, dark eyes serious as an intensity settled over him. “No, Hannah, we’re not doing this. I’m tired of playing word games with you, lass. When I saw Sybil’s messages to you, I panicked. It felt like Tory all over again, with Sybil playing her games. All I could see was the danger you are in.”
He paused, one of his hands reaching for mine as he drew it to his lips. “I wanted you the moment I met you. I wanted you more the moment you opened your mouth and told me to fuck right off.” His lips trailed a line from the palm of my hand to my wrist and my flesh pebbled where he hovered over my pulse.
“I was a broken man when I met you, Hannah Kelly. I was never more scared than when I realized the danger I’d put you in. But then you handled it brilliantly. You took everything I and your sister threw at you and you gave it right back to us. You handed me my ass and stole my heart at the same time.”
My breath caught as his words resonated inside of me. I watched as he turned my palm over and then drew me forward until he’d placed it flat against his chest, his heartbeat thundering beneath it. “Do you feel that, Hannah? That was dead before you.”
“Simon I…” He cut me off.
“You don’t owe me anything. I overreacted last night because I couldn’t handle the idea that your sister could get to you like that. But I should know by now that if anyone can handle Sybil, it would be you. I swear I wasn’t there for any other reason than that I wanted to be. I wasn’t trying to use you Hannah, I’d just wanted to see you one more time, and I was using any excuse I could think of to give me a reason to be there.” He shook his head and gave a soft, chuffing laugh. “For once, there wasn’t a reason for me to lie or scheme or manipulate anything. But I did it anyway because I was afraid that if I showed up and was just honest about how I felt, you’d slam the door in my face.”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat, my heart pounding in my ears as his words as their meaning registered. “And how do you feel?” The words were whispered, and I wasn’t even sure I’d said them out loud.
His eyes darkened as he watched my teeth nervously nibble at the bottom of my lip. Dropping my hand, he leaned in closer, his hand coming to cup the side of my face, thumb tracing my lip. “Like without you, I can’t breathe. Like everything in my life led to the moment that I first saw you in that interrogation room. Like before then, I was just a dead man walking and the only thing I had to live for was some sorry excuse for revenge. Like I would go through everything, Victoria, Sybil, the Abromov group, just to walk into that interrogation room again.”
My breath caught and once again I was struck dumb by his words. His thumb continued his exploration of my lip and his eyes searched mine in that quiet way that told me he knew what I was thinking before I’d even had a chance to express it. “Don’t say anything, Hannah. I didn’t come here to convince you to come with me, or to persuade you to do anything. I just needed you to know that you did that to me. You set me free.”
I exhaled and said the only thing that felt right and true in a long time. “I love you too, Simon Gallagher.”
CHAPTERELEVEN
Simon
My heart stuttered.
Whatever I’d been expecting by coming here to confess how I felt, it hadn’t been that. But it was as if she’d woken up, and like the sleep from her eyes, had dropped the walls guarding her heart. I didn’t realize we’d moved toward each other until her hands were pulling at my shirt and her mouth was moving over mine. I groaned, the need for her filling me until I thought I was going to burst if I couldn’t get inside her right then.
The covers were pulled completely away, and I was greeted with the view of her in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and lace panties. Pushing her back on the bed, she responded with a husky moan as my hand palmed her pussy and I felt the wetness there. I pulled her panties to the side, fingers gently tracing between the wet folds. She pulled her mouth away from mine and panted, desperate. “Si…”
I grinned, pulling the t-shirt up until her breasts were exposed and I could pull one dusky nipple into my mouth. She arched against me and I sucked harder, tongue swirling the sensitive tip.
“Tell me what you want, Hannah.”
She growled, “Simon…” I bit down on her nipple and withdrew my fingers to just the edge of her opening.
“I told you Hannah. I want to fulfill every filthy fantasy you have. Tell what you want, lass.”
Her eyes flew open, and she looked down at me where I’d pulled back and switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention.
“You, Simon. I want all of you. Don’t hold back.”
I stilled and looked up at her. Her green eyes were bright with desire and sincerity. “You’re sure, love?”
Her only response was to arch against me again, rubbing her slickness against my hand, and moan. “Please, Simon…”
I was undone. Her hands flicked at the zipper of my pants and in one smooth motion, I drew them down and tossed them onto the floor next to us. In the next instance, I’d ripped away the thin scrap of fabric that covered her entrance and lined my cock up, pausing for just a brief second to look down and marvel at the sight of her.
“Look, Hannah, look at what you do to me, lass.” She licked her lips and rocked her hips once more, her wetness coating my cock.
“Feel that, Simon? Feel how wet I am? That’s whatyoudo to me.”
I surged forward, burying myself in her heat. The rhythm that took over had me driving into her again and again. The little noises she made and the throaty way she cried out as her release took her nearly made me come apart inside of her right then.
I pulled out to a whimper of disappointment, but quickly flipped her over and drew her to her knees. “Shhh, lass, you said you wanted me. So take it.” I gripped her hair, drawing her head back. “Show me you can take it.” I growled. And then I surged into her again, driving forward with punishing strokes, my cock gliding over every sensitive part of her and not stopping until I’d filled her as deep as I could go. And then I drew out nearly to the tip before slamming home again.
Her breasts bounced the force of my thrusts. Her throat and head tilted back as a low moan escaped her parted lips as her orgasm built. Reaching beneath her, I felt the wetness that dripped down her thighs and found her sweet center there. A few circled flicks with my thumb and she was screaming, her release gushing around me as she collapsed forward.
My thrusts faltered, my release building, and then seconds later, I was collapsing with her. We didn’t speak, just laid there together, still joined, and I nearly became hard again thinking about being inside of her still. When her breathing came back to normal, I drew her back against me, nuzzling the back of her neck and breathing in the scent of vanilla and jasmine.
