Chapter 1
W ould he just leave already?
Feigning sleep until Jake made his exit taxed Hannah’s nerves and her resolve. Last night had been a mistake and she couldn’t blame her poor judgment on alcohol nor from the romantic vibes surrounding Samantha’s wedding day. Marriage was the furthest thing from Hannah’s mind when she fell into bed with the best man.
Only dirty, hot sex had been on her mind—all day long—even during the church service.
Who thinks that way in church?
The devil had visited her right there at the altar. A sexy Satan in the solid form of Jake Miller standing confidently next to the groom as the vows were repeated, winking across the space to where she stood as the maid of honor. She had tried summoning the prayers of her youth in an effort to ward off the naughty feelings he evoked. Recalling the line, ‘Now I lay me down to sleep’, but that only led her thoughts further astray. What was wrong with her?
But it wasn’t a matter of what was wrong with her, but what was so very right about Jake. Simply remembering his expertise in the bedroom caused her brain to take a vacation from all reason and for her soul to risk eternal damnation by lusting after him in a house of God. Her heart—encased in an iron box—was in no danger at all. Sealed shut with neither a lock nor a key for any man to search for. Fool was the man who did.
Hannah resisted the urge to stretch and ignored his not so subtle attempts to wake her up. Why couldn’t he be a normal male—piss and get the hell out? But there was nothing normal about Jake. Nothing. Hannah’s body still hummed with the proof. She smiled in her fake sleep.
“Dreaming of me?”
His rough voice, even sexier in the morning, washed over her as if she were bathing in a pool of ancient aphrodisiacs. How long had he’d been watching her? “No, of waffles.”
His deep throaty laughter vibrated through her insides. Hannah was certain he could talk an orgasm out of her if he wanted to.
“I’ll make you some. After…”
Jake pulled her close but she refused to nestle up against his warmth. “No need. I’m on a diet hence the dreaming of waffles. You may go.”
Instead of complying he growled and rolled her onto her back using his weight to pin her to the mattress. His heavy erection pressed against the softness of her belly and she tried to squirm away but that only made his sex settle between her legs. His naughty chuckle annoyed and turned her on all at the same time. She raised her chin in defiance. But she wasn’t going anywhere. Built like the football player he was, his physical strength sent a rush of liquid desire through her body. Now, she didn’t want him to go.
“Listen up Hannah. I’m not one of your boy toys who you can play hot and cold with.”
She started to deny it but the look in his eyes stopped her.
“And if you try it again I’ll make you so hot for me you’ll have to beg for it.” Those full lips crushed her mouth in a smoking kiss that left no doubt in her mind that he could do just that.
Hannah stroked the smoothness of his bald head, wondering what he would look like with hair. But Jake Miller was so damn sexy without long locks that she imagined there were men who shaved their heads to emulate the Cougars flashy running back.
Damn Samantha and Ryan for getting married. Hannah had become an expert in avoiding Jake and now she wanted to chain him to her bed and never let him leave despite the fact that only minutes ago she claimed to have wanted him gone. She didn’t want him as a boy toy—she wanted to enslave him. But it was he who was enslaving her. With his kiss and his touch and oh…
“You’re in my blood, Hannah, but don’t expect me to bleed for you.” With that, he flipped off the bed and pulled on white boxer briefs.
His yummy caramel skin begged to be licked like a candy apple and like a spoiled child denied a treat Hannah whined. “But what about?” She pointed to the erection
W ould he just leave already?
Feigning sleep until Jake made his exit taxed Hannah’s nerves and her resolve. Last night had been a mistake and she couldn’t blame her poor judgment on alcohol nor from the romantic vibes surrounding Samantha’s wedding day. Marriage was the furthest thing from Hannah’s mind when she fell into bed with the best man.
Only dirty, hot sex had been on her mind—all day long—even during the church service.
Who thinks that way in church?
The devil had visited her right there at the altar. A sexy Satan in the solid form of Jake Miller standing confidently next to the groom as the vows were repeated, winking across the space to where she stood as the maid of honor. She had tried summoning the prayers of her youth in an effort to ward off the naughty feelings he evoked. Recalling the line, ‘Now I lay me down to sleep’, but that only led her thoughts further astray. What was wrong with her?
But it wasn’t a matter of what was wrong with her, but what was so very right about Jake. Simply remembering his expertise in the bedroom caused her brain to take a vacation from all reason and for her soul to risk eternal damnation by lusting after him in a house of God. Her heart—encased in an iron box—was in no danger at all. Sealed shut with neither a lock nor a key for any man to search for. Fool was the man who did.
Hannah resisted the urge to stretch and ignored his not so subtle attempts to wake her up. Why couldn’t he be a normal male—piss and get the hell out? But there was nothing normal about Jake. Nothing. Hannah’s body still hummed with the proof. She smiled in her fake sleep.
“Dreaming of me?”
His rough voice, even sexier in the morning, washed over her as if she were bathing in a pool of ancient aphrodisiacs. How long had he’d been watching her? “No, of waffles.”
His deep throaty laughter vibrated through her insides. Hannah was certain he could talk an orgasm out of her if he wanted to.
“I’ll make you some. After…”
Jake pulled her close but she refused to nestle up against his warmth. “No need. I’m on a diet hence the dreaming of waffles. You may go.”
Instead of complying he growled and rolled her onto her back using his weight to pin her to the mattress. His heavy erection pressed against the softness of her belly and she tried to squirm away but that only made his sex settle between her legs. His naughty chuckle annoyed and turned her on all at the same time. She raised her chin in defiance. But she wasn’t going anywhere. Built like the football player he was, his physical strength sent a rush of liquid desire through her body. Now, she didn’t want him to go.
“Listen up Hannah. I’m not one of your boy toys who you can play hot and cold with.”
She started to deny it but the look in his eyes stopped her.
“And if you try it again I’ll make you so hot for me you’ll have to beg for it.” Those full lips crushed her mouth in a smoking kiss that left no doubt in her mind that he could do just that.
Hannah stroked the smoothness of his bald head, wondering what he would look like with hair. But Jake Miller was so damn sexy without long locks that she imagined there were men who shaved their heads to emulate the Cougars flashy running back.
Damn Samantha and Ryan for getting married. Hannah had become an expert in avoiding Jake and now she wanted to chain him to her bed and never let him leave despite the fact that only minutes ago she claimed to have wanted him gone. She didn’t want him as a boy toy—she wanted to enslave him. But it was he who was enslaving her. With his kiss and his touch and oh…
“You’re in my blood, Hannah, but don’t expect me to bleed for you.” With that, he flipped off the bed and pulled on white boxer briefs.
His yummy caramel skin begged to be licked like a candy apple and like a spoiled child denied a treat Hannah whined. “But what about?” She pointed to the erection
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