8. Vin

Watching Hannah eat, drink and delight everyone around her makes me happy. Happier than I've been in a very long time. She's artless, sincere and gorgeous as hell. I think the most attractive thing to me is that she doesn't even know how amazing she truly is.

When I think back over my time with Cynda, it never felt like this. Not even in the beginning when things were new and fresh. Cynda always had this worldly air and she was quite aware of her beauty. She wielded it with a cool power to get whatever and whoever she wanted. I didn't recognize it at first, but she used me, too. Unfortunately, I caught on to her deception too late.

Hannah, on the other hand, is a much-needed breath of fresh air. She's a goddamn delight. We talk over our meal and the conversation never lags. She's witty and smart. Maybe refreshing is the best adjective to describe her. The total opposite of Cynda who turned out to be conniving and deceitful. I learned my lesson, though. The hard way. I'm not stupid enough to ever give my heart to another woman again, but Hannah tempts that notion sorely. She makes me want things that I've made off-limits. Hannah Everson is a temptation that I wasn't expecting, but I'm enjoying every moment with her thoroughly.

After we finish eating far too much food, Mario's wonderful staff removes the dishes and brings out an array of desserts. It's all way too much, but it all looks so good. Utterly decadent and I pick up my fork.

"Ready for some dessert?" I ask Hannah and she places a hand over her stomach.

"I feel like I'm going to explode. I don't think I've ever eaten so much in my life."

Her admission makes me grin. Hell, anything she says has been bringing a smile to my face all evening. "Let's just take a taste," I say and reach for the plate of cannoli. Sliding my fork through the flaky pastry shell, I scoop up some of the creamy, sweet ricotta filling. "Cannoli is a staple Sicilian dessert. We can't not eat it. That would be a shame."

She laughs and I lift my fork, lean forward and offer her the first bite. Without hesitation, Hannah presses closer and wraps her mouth around my fork, pulling the bite of sweetness right off the edge. I watch her chew then lick her lips, and my dick is about to tear through my pants at the sight. She's so damn lovely it's sinful. And, God knows, the things I want to do to this woman are downright wicked and, possibly, slightly sinful.

Willing the throbbing in my pants to go away, or at least to settle down, I send her a smile. "Well? What do you think of Agresti's cannoli?"

"Ohmygod," she breathes, pressing her full lips together, "it's so good."

Forcing myself to look away before I blow and thoroughly embarrass myself, I sweep another bite of cannoli onto my fork and eat it. Yeah, it's delicious. But, not even half as good as I imagine the beauty sitting across from me would taste. All I can think about is pulling that little red dress up, sliding her panties to the side and licking her sweet, wet pussy. Just thinking about the way she moaned as she ate the cannoli off my fork makes me grit my teeth and will my unruly dick to go down. But, I can't help but wonder how that moan would sound right before she screams my name as I'm riding her hard.

Fuck. I swipe a hand over my face and try to shut down the lust currently setting my blood on fire. But, it's getting harder and harder not to picture her naked and writhing beneath me. I know she would take me so well, take all of me so deep. And she'd be so wet, dripping for me. Only me.

She's a virgin, asshole.The last thing on my mind should be bedding Hannah. Especially after what she went through last night. I can only imagine how much it might've traumatized her. Not being able to choose the first man you sleep with and being threatened with rape in order to pay off your debt must've been terrifying for her. My poor, precious angel. The last thing I want is for her to be scared of sex. That would be a goddamn tragedy. With that luscious body of hers, I have no doubt that she has the potential to be an absolute sexual goddess between the sheets.

And, God help me, I want a taste. I want to know what it feels like to slide into her hot pussy. I want to experience the moment of her first release with a man and know how it feels to have her slick core clench around my stiff cock and milk me hard. Maybe I'm being a selfish bastard, but I can't help it. It's been a long time since lust has had such a fierce grip on me and I'm not sure how to handle it.

This isn't the wine talking either. I'm completely sober and only allowed myself one glass. The rest of the time I drank water. I've also counted how many glasses of wine Hannah has drunk—two. So, yeah, she's definitely feeling good. But she's not stumbling-down drunk or anything. She seems giddy and happily buzzing, but still able to make an informed decision. She's able to give consent if things go that way. And, God help me, I want them to go that way. I want it so damn badly, I ache.

As wonderful as dinner is, eventually it's time to go. I leave Mario and his staff an outrageous tip then stand up, walk over and pull Hannah's chair out. I watch her get up, gauging how steady she is on her feet, especially wearing those sexy heels, and she appears perfectly stable. Thank Christ. Otherwise, I'd be a real letch for what I'm thinking about doing.

"Okay?" I ask and reach for her elbow.

"I'm good," she assures me, grasping onto my arm.

I love the feel of her holding onto me and I guide her through the dining area. After a quick thank-you to Mario, I take Hannah outside and we wait for the valet to bring my car around. She's leaning against me and I look down as she looks up.

"You're so pretty," she whispers and I burst out laughing.

"How drunk are you, Hannah?' I ask. Because as much as I want to be with her, I won't do anything but take her home if she's not in the right state of mind.

She thinks over my question then smiles. "I've had enough wine to feel good, but not too much that I want to pass out."

"That's reassuring," I mumble. I'm still not sure and I'm starting to wonder if I should just take her back to her place. The longer I keep her around, the way she's touching me, the way my nose is filling with her baby powder scent, it's making it harder and harder not to jump her.

"Vin?"

"Yes?"

"Can I go home with you?"

My heart kicks hard against my ribs and I'm speechless for a moment. "Angel," I finally say, brushing a hand over her blonde hair, "you can have whatever you want."

"Can I have you?" she asks, not missing a beat.

"Me?" I need to be completely clear with her request. "What exactly do you want, sweet girl?"

"I want to pay you back for being so kind to me."

"You don't owe me a damn thing, do you understand?" I need her to know I have no expectations.

"Yes. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

We're still staring at each other when the valet pulls my Mercedes up to the curb. I help Hannah inside, tip the guy and then get in on the driver's side. An internal debate is going on in my head. Do I take Hannah home or?—

"I want to go to your place," she says, voice firm.

My fingers grip the steering wheel hard. "Hannah, I need you to know that if you come home with me…I'm going to want things…I'm going to want you. You're tempting me sorely and I'm not going to be able to hold myself back."

"Good. Because I want you, too," she informs me in a breathy voice.

My foot hits the gas pedal hard and, as we screech forward, Hannah bursts into laughter. I reach over and grab her hand, squeezing it hard. My angel. The thought comes out of nowhere and I want her to be mine. In every way possible.

"If you let me, I'm going to give you the best night of your life." There's no ego in my words, just the absolute truth. I will worship this woman. She tightens her grip on my hand.

"I hope so," she whispers, and I'm a goner.

I can't get us back to my place fast enough. The moment we step into the elevator, my patience disappears in a puff. I yank Hannah into my arms and my mouth crashes down against hers. Her arms wrap around my neck, her perfect breasts crushing against my chest, and I groan into her mouth. She feels so damn good against me, her body molding along mine perfectly. The moment her lips part, I slide my tongue inside her mouth and caress it against hers. God, she tastes like sweet cream and absolute decadence.

We kiss and kiss and kiss until the cab reaches my floor. The elevator door glides open and we stumble out, our mouths still fused. I'm fumbling for my keys and when we reach my door, I pull back, breathing hard. She grips onto me to keep from falling over and seems just as affected by that steamy kiss as I was. Shoving the key into the lock, I open the door, pull Hannah inside then slam it shut, locking it. I grab her and haul her right back into my arms. She instantly surrenders to my kiss, melting against me.

For a long time, we stand there in the foyer, kissing each other senseless. My hands slide through her blonde hair, tilting her head so I can deepen the connection between our mouths. I can't seem to get enough and when she makes a soft whimpering sound, I nearly lose it.

Forcing myself to step back, I swipe a hand through my hair. I've never wanted a woman this much before and I'm feeling a little off-balance. And it's got nothing to do with the glass of wine I drank.

Hannah stands before me, a tempting sight in that red dress. Her skin is flushed, cheeks pink and lips swollen from my heated kisses.

"I need to taste you again," I say, my voice hoarse.

"Then kiss me," she whispers huskily.

I hold out my hand and she doesn't hesitate to take it. "I plan on kissing you somewhere else this time," I say and tug her toward my bedroom.

"Oh!" she gasps, jogging to keep up with my long strides. "And where may I ask do you plan on kissing me next?" Her teasing voice makes the steel beam in my pants extend even further.

We reach my bedroom and I spin her around, my hands grabbing her hips, and I pull her up against me, making her aware of how much I want her. I grind my hips against her pelvis, knowing she can feel how fucking hard I am.

"Right between these lovely legs," I answer, my hands dipping beneath her dress and sliding up her silky thighs.

"Ohhh," she responds breathlessly.

"Is that okay?" I start nibbling the side of her neck, flicking my tongue across the delicate skin there.

"Yes…" She sighs softly. "It's more than okay."

That's all the encouragement I need. Sliding my hands under her ass, I scoop her up and her legs instantly wrap around my waist. She weighs practically nothing and I move over to the bed and lay her out. Flipping her skirt up, my gaze drops to soak in her light pink panties and I stifle a groan. She's too beautiful, too innocent. It's making me crazy and my desire is at an all-time high, ready to consume me like I'm about to consume her. Meanwhile, my dick is at full attention and weeping to get between those luscious legs. Not yet, though. First, I'm going to taste that sweet pussy, coat my lips and tongue with her nectar. I'm going to show her what it feels like to have my head between her thighs, eating her out until she's screaming for more.

Propped up on her elbows, she's looking at me and I can see the innocence shining in her bright blue eyes. I'm going to claim that innocence, take it as mine, and cherish it. She's giving me a gift and I'll make damn sure she doesn't regret that decision.

Time to reward my angel with multiple orgasms,I think, as I hook my fingers in her panties and begin to slowly slide them down.