Chapter 2

chapter

two

Colton

Of all the women at all the booksignings in the world, I had to hit on Eli's sister. The press of her curvy hip against mine in the backseat of the cab and I'm reminded that even if I had known first who she was, I still would have gone up to her. She's gorgeous.

I'm a big guy. I stand a little over six foot five and I've always preferred taller women. Hannah's not only tall, she's got banging curves. I can't wait to peel her clothes off her body and lick every inch of her perfectly pale skin.

The cab pulls up outside my high-rise and I lead her inside where the doorman greets me by name. Hannah doesn't speak while we're in the elevator, but she's still holding my hand. Meanwhile I can't keep my eyes off of her.

Her honey-colored hair falls to her shoulders in soft waves and is so shiny, I'm dying to get my hands on it. She cuts those whiskey eyes in my direction. Fuck, she's pretty.

Finally, the elevator doors open and we walk to my condo door. I turn on lights as we step in, then toe off my shoes.

"Do you want something to drink?" I ask, since I can tell she's nervous.

Though for the life of me, I can't tell why.

I know from following Eli online and social media that he lives in the same small town in upstate New York. And yes, when I say "following online and on social media" I basically mean stalking. I've been obsessed with Eli's writing since he published his first book over a decade ago. The dude is a fucking genius.

I assume Hannah lives in that same small town … where apparently all the men are blind or stupid or inbred or something. Because why the hell is a woman this gorgeous still single?

Okay, yeah, I get it. Lots of women want to be single. I'm not a moron. But single and thirty, with no apparent idea that she's beautiful?

Because Hannah seemed genuinely surprised by my interest.

And that? Well, that is intriguing.

I blame the writer in me, but I do love a good mystery.

I gesture toward the kitchen. "I could open a bottle of wine," I offer.

Though, I'm not one hundred percent sure I have a bottle of wine. I'm more of a beer guy myself.

Thankfully, she shakes her head and walks to the wall of windows in my main living area, where I have a pair of chairs clustered by the window. I have an actual office in the spare bedroom, but I usually end up writing out here because you can't beat the view.

Her gaze flits to me. "Is that Central Park?"

I rub at the back of my neck. "Yeah."

"I mean I know Eli makes really good money with his books, but I don't think he could afford a high-rise overlooking Central Park."

I exhale slowly and walk towards her. "You ever heard of the author Richard Jax?"

"The name sounds vaguely familiar, though I'm thinking movies."

I nod. "Several of his books were made into movies. Multiple versions of movies. That's my dad. Was, he's gone now. But I inherited a lot of money which is how I can afford this."

"Oh my God, that was so rude of me. I'm sorry, I don't normally ask people about their income." She gives a nervous laugh. "I'm really out of practice."

I close the distance between us and tilt her chin up to face me. "You're doing just fine. Relax." It feels weird, me offering her reassurances, when she made such a big deal out of being older than me. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We can talk. I can take you back to your hotel. Whatever you want."

Her eyes drop to my mouth and she licks her lips. My cock takes notice and asks if he can come out and play. I do my best to ignore him. And then she speaks.

"Will you kiss me?"

She doesn't have to ask me twice. I cup her face, finally threading my fingers through her impossibly soft hair and kiss her. I sip lightly at her mouth, little kisses to put her at ease and if I'm honest with myself, also to savor her.

Then she steps back briefly. "Okay I don't wax. You know downtown. Because first, who has time for that, and second, I live in a very small town and so I'd have to have someone who's known me forever do it and accept the fact that then everyone in town would know about my waxed lady bits. I do trim, but I'm not remembering at the moment when I did that last."

I know I'm grinning like a fool at her, because goddamn this woman is adorable. "I don't care," I tell her.

"I'm also not remembering if I shaved my legs this morning. I'm pretty sure I did, but it was also cold and shaving with goosebumps is a disaster."

"Can we get back to the kissing?"

She steps back into my arms, leans in, then stops. "Also, I don't have on matching undergarments."

"Hannah, you're gorgeous and I want you. The rest is details. Relax."

She takes a deep breath and sags against me. "It's just been a very long time."

I rub her back like I did at the bookstore, she seemed to like it then. "I told you, we don't have to do anything. I just wanted to spend some time with you."

"Where's your bedroom?" she asks.

I raise my brows.

"I think it'll help me relax if we can just get into bed and make-out in there."

"We can do whatever you want."

"But I'm doing this all wrong. Hook-ups are supposed to be all heated passion and urgency and instead I'm just a disaster."

I swing her up into my arms carrying her like she's my bride and damn if that thought isn't the least bit terrifying. "I don't want you to pretend to be anything but who you are. You're hot as fuck and I want to lick every inch of your skin."

When we get to my bedroom, I toss her onto my California king. I tug off my Henley and toss it to the wingback chair in the corner.

Hannah leans up on her elbows, but just watches me.

"Do your tattoos mean anything?" she asks.

"Some. My first couple didn't. But now I get one for each book I publish. The ink has to signify something in the story."

"Example, please."

I undo my jeans and point to the swallow that's right at my hip bone. "This one hurt like a motherfucker, but it's probably my favorite. It's for In the Swallow's Nest . I tug my jeans off so I'm standing in my red boxer briefs.

"Red. That's a bold choice."

"Scoot over, I'm coming to snuggle."

Her brows arch. "Oh, we're going to snuggle? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

I laugh, then pull off my socks. I've got one knee on the bed when she asks, "What about those?" and points right at my boxers.

"You want naked snuggling?"

"I want you naked."

I lose the boxers. Those whiskey-colored eyes hone in on my cock and boy, does he like that attention. He stands up proud. And fuck, she's so pretty. It's not just her beauty, either. It's everything. The intriguing mix of practicality and shyness, of straightforward and hot mess. I have no idea why that mixture is so appealing. But when her perfectly plump lips part and all I can imagine is slipping the head of my dick through them into her wet mouth. I grip my cock and slid my hand up, then down.

"Now what?" I ask her.

She gets up on her hands and knees and crawls across the bed to me. It's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen. Until she licks me from root to tip.

"Hannah," I whisper her name because it's all I can manage at the moment.

She looks up at me, her pupils blown with desire, and she licks the pre-cum off my tip. Then she raises up—still on her knees—but now we're about the same height and she kisses me. Her lips, her tongue, everything about her kiss drives me wild.

I don't think I've ever been this hard.

I grip her hips, then slide my hands beneath her sweater. Her skin is silky smooth and I want to slowly unwrap her like I'm unwrapping a present one piece of tape at a time. My hands keep inching up her torso while we kiss. Then her hand is on my dick and my brain short circuits, which is weird because this is not my first bedroom rodeo.

Her palm is soft, but her grip firm as she slides up my shaft.

I break our kiss and press our foreheads together. "I'm afraid if you keep doing that, I'm going to embarrass myself."

Her hand stills.

I pull back just enough to see her face. "You tell me to stop anytime you want, baby, and I will. Understood?"

She nods.

I pull her sweater off and her tits are big and full and encased in a black bra.

"I have stretch marks," she blurts.

"I'm not doing my job if you're worried about your stretch marks."

"Sorry, I don't know why I keep doing that." She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, then lets it slide off her arms.

I cup both of her breasts. Her skin is pale and creamy and her nipples are hard and a perfect pink.

"Anyone ever fucked these?"

Her eyes shoot to my face. "What?"

"Has anyone ever fucked your tits?"

"No. I thought only people in porn did that."

"Put your mouth on my cock and get it wet," I tell her.

She does as I instruct. The feel of that wet mouth on my cock is so intense, I have to squeeze my eyes shut and think about the old lady downstairs who gets the mail in her bathrobe. Because I will not fucking come too early.

Once my cock is nice and wet I pull back. "Press your tits together." She does and I slide between them. I thrust back and forth a few times. "Fuck, you feel good."

Her fingers stroke over her nipples while I fuck her tits. "That's hot."

"Okay, that's enough of that. I want to play."

I make quick work of stripping off her skinny jeans. Once I've got her all naked I just stand there and look at her. She's so damn beautiful. Big tits, wide hips, a soft belly and thick thighs. She's fucking perfect.

I pull her legs so that she's at the edge of the bed and I drop to my knees. "Let me see you." I spread her folds with my thumb. "So wet." I look up at her face and she's got an arm slung over her eyes. "I'm going to eat this pussy. And for the record I'm glad you don't wax. This is the most perfect pussy I've ever seen.

I slide one finger inside her tight wet channel and she grips me so damn tight. I curve my finger and find that rough spot on the front wall of her pussy and rub across it.

"Oh God!" Her hips buck so I know I've hit the right spot.

Then I lean forward and swirl circles over her clit with my tongue. I want to make her come quickly, then take my time with the rest. But she clearly needs a release.

I suck her clit into my mouth and add another finger inside her. Her tangy sweet taste bursts in my mouth and I'm ravenous for her. I finger fuck her and flick my tongue against her clit, sticking to the same, steady rhythm.

She's writhing and pressing her pussy against my mouth. Her fingers are in my hair and I'm pretty sure she's chanting my name.

"Oh shit, shit, shit!" Then she goes silent as her body explodes in a climax beneath me. A surge of fresh wetness coats my tongue and I lap it up, coaxing out every last tremor of her orgasm.

As I kiss my way up her belly, she rises up on her elbows, looking at me with an expression of awe and greed. That look on her face is like a punch in the gut.

I pause for a moment, just to look at her, to take her all in, as this strange combination of pride and humility washes over me.

I don't know what I was expecting when I decided to go to Eli's book signing tonight, but it wasn't this … this gut-deep, certainty that my life just changed. Irrevocably.