11. Hannah

Chapter 11

Hannah

K issing Reylor was like touching a live wire. Shockwaves blasted through me, centering between my legs.

I had a feeling if this guy touched me with intention, I wouldn’t need to ask him to grab the lube.

While his kiss was hard and demanding at first, he groaned and gentled his touch. His hands left the couch and gripped my shoulders before he teased his fingertips up both sides of my neck and slid them into my hair. He tilted my head and deepened his kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth to make demands of mine I was more than willing to give into.

To say I lost track of what was going on other than the feel of his mouth hot on mine was an understatement. Why had I ever settled for what my ex offered when something like this was waiting for me in my future?

Dragon shifters—this one in particular—should be registered as dangerous weapons.

I suspected this man could lay waste to my heart as easily as he could cup it and hold it close.

He lifted his head, and his smoldering amber gaze met mine. I could see everything there. How much he wanted me. How he’d enjoyed our kiss as much as I had. He was wide open to me, something I hadn’t seen in any man I’d been with. Every single one of them was happy to take, but I’d never felt they were just as eager to give back.

“You are incredibly sweet,” he rasped, even his voice giving away how much he’d liked kissing me.

I could only imagine what it would be like to be with him completely—something I definitely couldn’t do because of my hiatus.

It was being tested for the very first time. Could I hold out if this guy touched me again?

“I think you’re right. I should move in with you,” he said, lifting himself up and off me. He stood between my spread thighs with his gaze locked with mine.

It was all I could do not to tell him he could move into my room with me.

“Alright,” I forced past my lips instead.

He leaned forward again, and he seemed to be about to give me another kiss until a ripping sound rang out.

His eyes widened, and his hand went to his ass. “Shit.”

“I hope not, since your hand is . . .” Laughing, I gestured in that direction.

“Oh, uh, no. But these sweatpants are too tight.”

“I think they look wonderful on you.”

“Like this?” He spun, presenting his backside. The pants had ripped from between his legs all the way up to the waistband.

I shouldn’t laugh harder, but I couldn’t help it. “Consider that air conditioning.”

“Consider these sweatpants gone.” His hand went to the waistband.

My laughter faded, and I sucked in little breaths, hoping he’d strip off my ex’s clothing and toss it aside.

No, wait. I didn’t want to see him naked.

Not too much.

“Would you come with me to my place while I get some clothing?” he asked.

“I should be okay by myself for a short time.”

“I don’t like leaving you alone. I looked around but couldn’t find any evidence someone was inside your building. Yet there’s no denying they were. I worry about leaving you here by yourself.” He flashed me a smile that made me want to melt against him. “We can fly there and back in minutes.”