it, she wanted to know how it would feel to be good and kissed. She wanted a taste of passion. Just a small taste. More of a nibble, really.
Gavin’s lips closed the distance to hers. She could feel the heat of him drawing nearer, a prickle of anticipation grew, and there was a ripple down her spine. She had never felt like this before and he hadn’t even made contact. Her body was actually quivering in anticipation. He must have thought she was cold since he drew her even closer, so not even a hint of moonlight could have passed between them.
His lips touched hers, gently, tenderly, and ever so slowly he urged her to open to him, teasing her with his tongue. He nibbled and sucked, pressed her closer to him, until she had completely melted into him. Hannah could feel the hard planes of his chest, his pelvis, his most intimate parts pressing against her. God help her, she liked it, craved it even. When he finally broke away, pulled back, she found herself missing him, desperately trying not to reach for him, resisting the urge to cling to him. Slowly, she exhaled, still feeling his warmth on her lips, even as her womb throbbed for him.
***
That was some kiss. He had set out to prove he felt nothing for her and had instead outdone himself. She was a little rusty, or maybe no one had cared enough to kiss her properly, but by the time he broke off the kiss, he knew it was already too late. She had responded. His body, in turn, had reacted to her. Gavin knew he could make a feeble argument it was just because he had been without female companionship for so long, but he knew better. He had never responded to India like he had to Hannah, whom he barely knew. It didn’t bode well at all. It didn’t fit with his plan for revenge, and it most certainly didn’t fit with his vision for his future. Tomorrow they would be reporting to the office, stuck together all day, without escape. He wouldn’t last a week before making a complete fool of himself over her. Of that, he was certain. Taking a step back, Gavin said quickly, “Goodnight.” Then he raced, yes, raced back up the hill to the house, leaving her alone in the dark, which he believed to be a safer scenario than alone in the dark with him.
Chapter Seven
When Hannah reached the kitchen the next morning, she found a woman she could only assume to be Madge, puttering around the room. “Hello,” she said tentatively. “We haven’t been introduced. I’m Hannah.” She smiled as brightly as she could muster without the aid of caffeine or nourishment. She waited a few moments for the woman to stop scowling at her, but it didn’t look as though it was going to happen. She smirked. “You must be Madge.” Still there was no response from the elderly woman wiping so violently at the counter that Hannah’s brow shot up.
“Would you care to share a pot of tea?” Hannah refused to have her mood dampened this early in the morning. Clearly she was being ignored, but she carried on as though unaware. “I’ll be getting the girls up soon to drop them off at preschool on the way to work. Rory and Zoe can be a handful, so I like to self-medicate with a little tea and a whole lot of sugar before I get them moving.” She chattered happily as she filled the kettle with water and started the gas burner.
Moving to the pantry, she opened it and found what she was looking for: muffin mix. “Would you rather have blueberry with crumb topping, or the cinnamon streusel coffee cake ones?” She paused a moment, even though she knew she wouldn’t get a response. Smiling to herself, Hannah grabbed at the cinnamon mix. “Yeah, I think it’s the way to go. Good idea.” She moved to the other side of the island and began to gather the baking pans and ingredients she required.
It was more than Madge could take. “I didn’t say anything,” she spluttered angrily. She stood
Gavin’s lips closed the distance to hers. She could feel the heat of him drawing nearer, a prickle of anticipation grew, and there was a ripple down her spine. She had never felt like this before and he hadn’t even made contact. Her body was actually quivering in anticipation. He must have thought she was cold since he drew her even closer, so not even a hint of moonlight could have passed between them.
His lips touched hers, gently, tenderly, and ever so slowly he urged her to open to him, teasing her with his tongue. He nibbled and sucked, pressed her closer to him, until she had completely melted into him. Hannah could feel the hard planes of his chest, his pelvis, his most intimate parts pressing against her. God help her, she liked it, craved it even. When he finally broke away, pulled back, she found herself missing him, desperately trying not to reach for him, resisting the urge to cling to him. Slowly, she exhaled, still feeling his warmth on her lips, even as her womb throbbed for him.
***
That was some kiss. He had set out to prove he felt nothing for her and had instead outdone himself. She was a little rusty, or maybe no one had cared enough to kiss her properly, but by the time he broke off the kiss, he knew it was already too late. She had responded. His body, in turn, had reacted to her. Gavin knew he could make a feeble argument it was just because he had been without female companionship for so long, but he knew better. He had never responded to India like he had to Hannah, whom he barely knew. It didn’t bode well at all. It didn’t fit with his plan for revenge, and it most certainly didn’t fit with his vision for his future. Tomorrow they would be reporting to the office, stuck together all day, without escape. He wouldn’t last a week before making a complete fool of himself over her. Of that, he was certain. Taking a step back, Gavin said quickly, “Goodnight.” Then he raced, yes, raced back up the hill to the house, leaving her alone in the dark, which he believed to be a safer scenario than alone in the dark with him.
Chapter Seven
When Hannah reached the kitchen the next morning, she found a woman she could only assume to be Madge, puttering around the room. “Hello,” she said tentatively. “We haven’t been introduced. I’m Hannah.” She smiled as brightly as she could muster without the aid of caffeine or nourishment. She waited a few moments for the woman to stop scowling at her, but it didn’t look as though it was going to happen. She smirked. “You must be Madge.” Still there was no response from the elderly woman wiping so violently at the counter that Hannah’s brow shot up.
“Would you care to share a pot of tea?” Hannah refused to have her mood dampened this early in the morning. Clearly she was being ignored, but she carried on as though unaware. “I’ll be getting the girls up soon to drop them off at preschool on the way to work. Rory and Zoe can be a handful, so I like to self-medicate with a little tea and a whole lot of sugar before I get them moving.” She chattered happily as she filled the kettle with water and started the gas burner.
Moving to the pantry, she opened it and found what she was looking for: muffin mix. “Would you rather have blueberry with crumb topping, or the cinnamon streusel coffee cake ones?” She paused a moment, even though she knew she wouldn’t get a response. Smiling to herself, Hannah grabbed at the cinnamon mix. “Yeah, I think it’s the way to go. Good idea.” She moved to the other side of the island and began to gather the baking pans and ingredients she required.
It was more than Madge could take. “I didn’t say anything,” she spluttered angrily. She stood
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