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I couldn’t stop touching her. My hands wandered from her throat to the fullness of her breast, lifting and cupping them in my hands before letting them drop again and continuing my explorations. Her stomach was flat but still soft, her hips full and rounded. I could have spent hours tracing the softness of her skin.
She moaned and tilted her head back, allowing me more access to the sensitive side of her neck.
“Keep that up, Mr. Gallagher, and you might have to make good on your two for one deal.”
I grinned, nipping at the spot between her neck and collarbone. “Still sounds like I get the better end of the bargain, love.”
“Mmmm…” She wiggled against me and I groaned in response as I felt the blood rushing to my dick again.
“Aye, lass, don’t tempt me unless you’re ready for it.” I growled against her neck, my hand slipping down to tease the slickness between her thighs. Something about the idea that her come and mine mingled there had me suddenly raging hard, and I prayed that she was ready for me again, because I didn’t know if I had the self-control to stop at this point.
She laughed, a full and throaty sound that had my heart doing somersaults. “Simon, there’s nothing you could give me I can’t handle. I’m always ready for it.” She paused and I could hear a sudden hesitation in her voice.
“But?” I pushed, even as I teased apart her folds and traced a slow circle around her sensitive nub.
“Buuuuut….” She drew the word out in a moan and licked her lips, her hips mimicking the circle of my fingers against my hand. “Jesus, Simon, I can’t think when you do that.”
“Good.” I pinched her nipple with my free hand and added more pressure to her clit with my other. “I only want you thinking about this right now.”
I knew where her mind had wandered to. What about after? What about when early morning turned into day and the sunshine brought all the problems and things that got in the way with it? I didn’t have an answer for her yet. Not a good one, at least. All I could do was give her what I could in the now and hold on to that for whatever happened in the future.
I rolled onto my back, taking her with me, and she turned until she was straddling me, my thickness sliding through her folds. Her eyes were half closed, and she purred as she rubbed herself against me, teasing the opening but not sliding her heat down onto me.
“Are you trying to distract me?” She grinned, and I gripped her hips, dragging her hard against my cock.
“Aye, is it working?”
She sat forward slightly, her breasts swaying just out of reach of my mouth, and I groaned. What had I been thinking? She was going to be the death of me. “Aye,” she mimicked my accent, and I grinned. And then she was sliding her wet heat down the length of my head, tipping back as a low throaty moan escaped her lips.
She took her time, her body finding an unhurried rhythm as she rose above me. The feel of her gripping me, her hips swirling in a sensual circle, the way she closed her eyes and arched back as she completely gave herself over to seeking her release, drove me wild. It was all I could do to not flip her over again and claim her the way I wanted to. Because I knew without a doubt that this woman was mine and I was hers.
I drove my hips upwards suddenly as possessiveness overcame me and her eyes fluttered open. But she just shot me a cocky smirk and met me thrust for thrust, losing herself into the pounding pace I set.
The morning and everything else that came with it be damned. Nothing and no-one was taking this woman away from me again.
“I love you, Hannah.” I sat up suddenly, pulling her to me and capturing her mouth in a punishing kiss as I continued rocking into her. Her body quaked around me as she moaned. “Yes, Simon. I’m yours.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
Hannah
I splashed cold water on my face and straightened to look at the woman in the mirror. Simon had stayed with me until a message from Abrams had pulled him reluctantly from the bed. We’d spent the morning talking about anything and everything but the situation at hand. He’d told me stories from his time in the military and all the trouble Evan had gotten him into. I told him about my days growing up in the country and my Memaw. We’d laughed, made love, and finally, when he couldn’t stay a second longer, he’d left after giving me a heated kiss with two words. “Be careful.”
I stared at my reflection and sighed. How the fuck was I supposed to be careful with not one, but possibly two, angry criminal organizations after me? Not to mention the unfinished business with my psychotic sister. What was her game? Why had she sent me that warning? I almost reached for my phone to review the messages, but then remembered Simon had destroyed it.
“And took the damn sim card. Son of a bitch!” I slammed my palm down on the counter in annoyance at not remembering that detail while he was here. If I could have gotten the sim card back, I might have been able to pull the data from it to find out where Sybil had been texting me from. Whirling away from the sink, I stalked towards the bedroom door, determined to find Michael or Rue and track down Simon.
When I got to the penthouse living room, I was greeted with a sweeping view of the downtown area of Buckhead, a suburb of Atlanta, and the main financial district of the city. The wealth here came mostly from bankers, hedge fund managers and big movers in the financial world. However, more recently, it had drawn the attention of Atlanta’s thriving music and entertainment business. Rappers, singers, actors, and producers all enjoyed the access to wealth and luxury shopping from the famed Lenox mall. It wasn’t uncommon to see Bugatti’s, Ferrari’s and other cars so expensive, I doubted I would ever be able to pronounce their name, drive down the street and make a C-class Mercedes look average.
The main sitting area was a sunken living room boasting white leather couches that faced a modern fireplace and a giant screen TV. When I’d stayed here the first time, the team had told me they only kept the place for appearances when they needed to meet with important or influential sources. Otherwise, they preferred to maintain their own residences and conducted their operations from different safe houses around the world. It made sense to have Atlanta as a base like this, considering its airport was one of the biggest international hubs of transportation.
Across from the living room was an open kitchen with modern cabinetry and state-of-the-art appliances. Lining the outer wall between the two spaces was a seamless line of windows that you could view nearly all the city from. During the day, electronic shutters kept most of the glare from the sun out, but at night, I’d witnessed the city lights sparkling and dancing before me brighter than the stars in the sky.
Michael was leaning against the kitchen island staring down at his phone with his ever present scowl. Rue was sitting at the breakfast table, the laptop she seemed to never be far from open, her fingers flying over the keys as she bobbed her head to whatever music was bumping through her turquoise, soundproof headphones.
“Morning.” I mumbled as I approached the island where Michael was standing. He looked up and gave me a curt nod before glancing back down at his phone. I frowned at the rudeness and flipped him the bird as I was rounding the counters, heading towards the coffee pot. I didn’t think he’d seen my gesture, but then I let out a huff of laughter as his finger shot up and he returned it without even breaking contact with the phone screen.
I was pouring the creamer in my coffee and was contemplating grabbing a bagel for what was technically my second breakfast when his deep voice startled me.
