Hannah's Luck

by Lora Leigh

  He wouldn’t last long, but he’d enjoy it while he could stand it.

  “Little bit more?” He licked over the area he had kissed. He kissed another spot, just beside the cute little mole at the side of her breast, before he licked there, as well.

  “Oh yeah.” She sighed roughly, one hand lifting to the back of his head, her fingers sifting through his hair. “God, Rick. This is so good.”

  As though she had never played before, either.

  He kissed again, moving closer to the tight peak of her breast, coming ever closer to the dark pink areola.

  “Yeah,” she whispered, her breathing as ragged as his own as her hand tightened in his hair. “There.”

  “Here?” He kissed the beginning of the darker flesh then licked over it. Around it.

  He didn’t touch the sensitive nipple, but moved closer, then away, closer and back. He licked and kissed until she was straining closer to him and his mouth was watering for the taste of the tight flesh.

  “You’re a very good tease,” she accused him roughly.

  “You’re better.” He almost grinned. “You’ve been teasing me for two years. Every time I’ve seen you.”

  Her breath caught as he breathed over the tight tip.

  “So you noticed after all?” She almost whimpered when he brought his mouth closer, barely brushing his lips against the hard flesh.

  “Every time.” He licked the hard tip.

  Hannah jerked in his arms, a fragile cry falling from her lips as he licked her nipple, tasted her. And she was sweet. So damned sweet that he wondered if he’d ever be able to pull himself away from her.

  He couldn’t deny the need any longer. He licked her nipple, tasted it, laved it, as hunger rose inside him like a ravenous beast.

  It had been too long. Four years without a woman was too damned long, and his sexuality had always been high on his list of priorities.

  And this woman. He’d wanted her for far too long. She had been a part of his fantasies for too many years.

  As he drew the hard tip of her nipple into his mouth and felt her hands on the snap of his jeans, his balls drew up tight, his cock throbbed with need.

  The hunger pummeled him, raced through him like a fiery storm, and centered on the taste and touch of her.

  “I dream about you,” she gasped as he sucked at first one nipple, then the next. “For so long, Rick. I’ve dreamed of you.”

  She was pushing him to the brink. Her voice caressed his senses while her hands tugged at his jeans.

  A desperate groan tore from his lips as he pushed her back, urging her to recline against the counter as his lips swept down her belly. Pushing her thighs apart, he had to clench his teeth to hold back the need raging inside him to take her now.

  To release the violently throbbing flesh between his thighs and take her, to sink inside the silken, wet folds his eyes were devouring.

  Soft curls shielded the upper curves of the mound, but the lower curves, the sweetly plump lower lips, were pink and bare and glistening with her juices.

  If he’d known what was awaiting him here, he might not have been able to hold back as long as he had. Spreading her legs further, her soft cry echoing in his mind, he lowered his head.

  He licked through the narrow slit, groaning at the sweet, feminine taste of her. Sweet heaven, she was hot, her juices heavy and slick like the sweetest syrup.

  Pushing her legs even farther apart, he was only distantly aware of her small feet bracing against the edge of the counter. Her hips lifted for him as he parted the folds with the fingers of one hand, and licked deeper, more firmly.

  He was dying for the taste of her, and here she was. A banquet. A sweet delicate offering that he didn’t have the strength to resist any longer.

  That he couldn’t resist.

  Hannah curled her fingers in Rick’s hair and fought to hold back the cries that threatened to pour from her lips. She felt his fingers caressing the opening of her sex as his tongue licked along the folds, circled her clit and lowered again.

  He was licking her like candy, taking her with his mouth and tongue until she wondered if she could bear the sensations, even as she craved more.

  The teasing was over, and she didn’t regret it. She needed more of him. Needed him until she was arching against him and calling out his name even though she tried to hold back the desperate sounds.

  “God, you’re sweet.” His tongue sank inside her pussy, stealing her breath for a long, dazed second as she nearly exploded with the intensity of the pleasure.

  She’d never had that before. She’d never had a man fuck her with his tongue, and feeling Rick doing it was the most sensual thing she had ever experienced.

  He thrust his tongue inside her, retreated, took her again. Hannah could feel herself panting for breath, dying for more. It was exquisite. Hot and wicked and sexy.

  When he pulled back, he didn’t leave her wanting. His head lifted until he was kissing her clit, drawing it between his lips briefly as he kissed it deeply. Two expert fingers pressed inside the greedy entrance, working into her as she gasped, her hands tightening in his hair, perspiration dampening her flesh.

  “More,” she gasped desperately. “Oh God, Rick. Please.”

  Next he drew her clit between his lips, licked it with his tongue, while stroking his fingers inside her.

  She was so close. She could feel the desperation clawing inside her now, clenching in her womb and spilling more of her juices to his fingers.

  As he sucked at her clit, his tongue flicked over it, worked it with sensual mastery as his fingers fucked into her, stroking her past sanity and into a whirlwind that overtook her.

  She felt the explosion tearing through her. Her orgasm raced through her senses, tearing his name from her lips and lifting her upper body. He worked her orgasm, lengthening it, caressing her through it and driving the pleasure higher.

  Collapsing back against the counter, she fought to find her breath, to clear her head as she felt him move between her thighs.

  When she forced her eyes open and looked down her body, she saw the head of his sheathed cock nudging against the flushed folds of her pussy.

  Hannah watched, her breath suspended in her throat, as the broad, blunt crest pressed against her, stroked fire against the sensitive nerve endings, and began to part the tender entrance to her body.

  “Rick.” She breathed out his name, suspended in pleasure now, watching, feeling, locked in a vortex of such sensation that she wondered if she would ever completely escape it.

  The heavy flesh parted hers, worked in, stretching her, burning the tender tissue erotically as it gave beneath the blunt force. The exquisite sensations whipped through her, tightening her body as she fought to hold on to her control just another moment. Just one more second. She wanted to watch, wanted to memorize this moment so she could hold it inside her forever.

  Looking up at him, she saw the hard, brutally tight features of his face, his golden gaze narrowed as he watched as well, his cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted. Pleasure suffused his expression with the same intensity that it suffused her body.

  He worked his cock inside her slowly. Back and forth, sinking in inch by slow inch until they were both groaning with the pleasure of it, desperate for more.

  Her hands curled around his wrists as his hands gripped her hips, holding her still as he gave a final thrust and buried himself to the hilt inside her.

  Hannah stared at where they merged, mesmerized, locked in a sensual, erotic fantasy that she couldn’t believe was real.

  “Damn,” he breathed out roughly, his gaze finally lifting to hers. “You’re tight, Hannah. So sweet and hot, and so tight around me.”

  She felt her pussy spasm around his cock then, tightening, gripping him in reflex as he grimaced with the pleasure.

  “Hold on to me,” he whispered, blinking against the sweat that dampened his face. “God, Hannah. I don’t think I can hold on here.”

  She shook her hea
d desperately, fighting just to breathe. “Don’t hold on,” she whispered, needing him with the same hunger that he seemed to need her. “Take me, Rick. Please God.” Her voice broke on a cry. “More. I need more now.”

  Something inside him seemed to break. Rick lost control in that instant, and he prayed he wouldn’t regret it. Gripping her hips tighter, he began to move, fucking her as she wanted, giving her more, stroking inside her with a hunger he couldn’t still.

  Each thrust sent shards of burning pleasure racing up his cock. She was tight and hot and the condom did nothing to restrict the heated caress of her pussy. It gripped him, the snug tissue flexed and convulsed as he thrust inside her, stroking his cock until he was fighting, dying as he fought to hold back his release.

  He wanted to feel her coming around him. He wanted to feel that tight little pussy exploding around his cock, sucking him deeper inside her, convulsing around him.

  Leaning forward, his hips working harder, faster, stretching her, burning them both, he covered her lips in a quick, hard kiss. Another. Another. He couldn’t breathe, could barely see. He pumped inside her, felt her tightening and knew she was close.

  His lips traveled to her neck, to the tight, flushed tips of her breasts. He licked one nipple, another. Then drew one of the exquisite nubs into his lips and sucked it as he thrust inside her, harder, hungrier.

  Her body tightened. She cried out his name as his head jerked back, his thrusts slamming into her as her pussy clasped him tighter, the heat of it intensifying until he felt her explode in his arms.

  The tightened muscles seemed to erupt with tiny convulsive jerks along his dick. They fluttered around him, heated, held him, and sent him flying into a release he swore he might not survive.

  Groaning her name he felt his balls jerk, his semen exploding from the tip of his cock and his world centering on this single moment in time and pleasure so brutal it marked his soul.

  She was writhing beneath him, twisting, locked in her own pleasure like nothing he had never known. In his arms, Hannah Brookes was losing herself to him, and no other woman had ever done that. He had never seen it, never known it. And it broke through a wall of reserve he hadn’t realized he’d put between them.

  It made his own release sharper, brighter. The pleasure so intense that his knees felt weak, his head seemed to spin with it.

  As he collapsed over her, fighting for the strength to get them both to his bed, he wondered if he would ever be the same.

  This was what he had fought against for the past two years, he realized. This sensation, this knowledge, this pleasure. A pleasure he wasn’t certain he wanted to live without now. A woman he knew damned good and well that he didn’t want to lose.

  CHAPTER 6

  HANNAH WAS FLOATING on a cloud three days later. Even the mortification she had felt at the violation of her home couldn’t penetrate it.

  As one night had led to days, she found a sense of balance, and an excitement to each day that she hadn’t really expected. She had put off returning to her own house as long as she could, though. She was running out of clothes to wear, and she needed to make certain the house was back in shape.

  She was hoping for an invitation to stay with Rick longer, but one hadn’t come and she had cheerfully ignored that fact. She’d take what she could get now; it was more than she had expected to begin with.

  With Rick at her side she returned to the house, and he helped her wipe away the evidence that someone had been determined to humiliate her in the worst possible way.

  “Tell me.” Rick came up behind her as she cleaned the red lipstick off the mirror, standing head and shoulders above her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he met her mirror gaze. “How often did you use your toys?”

  There was a hint of playful humor in his eyes, in the quirk of his lips, as he settled his chin against the top of her head and watched her closely.

  “Oh, only about every time I saw you.” She grinned, and it was no less than the truth.

  His brows lifted as he brushed her hair back from her neck and leaned down to kiss the tender skin. Continuing to watch her, he asked, “And how often did you see me?”

  Hannah cleared her throat and couldn’t help but smile. “I made sure I saw you somewhere, about once a week.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Once a week, huh?”

  “At least.” She tilted her head to the side, allowing him greater access to her neck. “You always looked really hot, too. I had some really good fantasies.”

  “Oh yeah?” His hands moved beneath the hem of her shirt to stroke the bare flesh of her stomach. “What kind of fantasies?”

  “All kinds of fantasies.” Her voice lowered, her gaze becoming dreamy as she remembered many of those fantasies. Fantasies she might have a chance of living out now.

  “You could show them to me,” he suggested, his hands moving higher until he was cupping her breasts, watching his hands in the mirror as his fingers rasped over her nipples.

  “I could do that,” she answered breathlessly, watching her nipples harden beneath his touch as pleasure tore through her body.

  It wasn’t a gentle pleasure, not yet. It was rapid, fiery, it was a desperation, a hunger that she wondered if she would ever get used to.

  As she tipped her head back against Rick’s chest to enjoy the journey of pleasure, there was a hard series of knocks at the front door. Her head jerked up, a frown pulling at her brow.

  Behind her, Rick cursed and reluctantly released her to lead her out of bathroom.

  She was aware of him walking ahead of her protectively, and a shiver of pleasure raced through her at the realization. No one had ever done that before. Even her brothers had tended to push her toward self-protection as she grew up rather than attempting to soften the battles for her.

  At the front door Rick glanced out the side windows, then looked back at her with a grimace. “It’s Detective Dickerson.”

  She felt like grimacing herself. Dickerson was the last person she wanted to see today. She would love to know who had broken into the house, but Dickerson hadn’t seemed too interested in figuring it out when she had talked to him on the phone earlier.

  Opening the door, Rick stood back and allowed the detective in.

  His craggy features were set into stern lines, his lips turned down in a natural scowl as he glanced between them.

  “Afternoon, Sheriff.” He nodded toward Rick.

  “Detective.” Rick nodded back as he drew Hannah against him. “Have you learned anything more since this morning?”

  Hannah could hear the underlying question in Rick’s tone. The demand to know the reason for the detective’s visit now.

  “Nothing at all, Sheriff.” Not a smile cracked the detective’s face. “I thought perhaps you might know something about it, instead?”

  Hannah felt Rick tense behind her as the air suddenly thickened with tension.

  “Why would I know anything about it?” Rick asked carefully. She could hear the deliberation in his voice, feel it in his body.

  Detective Dickerson’s expression became sterner. “There are a lot of rumors still milling around about your wife, Sheriff Grayson. Sienna didn’t have the best reputation, and maybe some people thought you should have figured out what she was before she was killed.”

  “Whoa, that’s enough.” Hannnah stepped forward as she felt the anger suddenly filling the air, placing herself between the detective and Rick. “I think you’re way out of line, Detective. And I think it’s time you leave.”

  Dickerson glared down at her. “Miss Brookes, you should consider what could really be going on here,” he warned her. “You could be targeted because of your relationship with Grayson, and that could get dangerous.”

  “And you should get your ass out of here and do your job rather than poking at shadows, Detective.” Rick’s voice was a hard, dark command behind her. “When you have some proof of your accusations then you can bring them to me personally. Until then, try looking for
the person or persons responsible for this rather than pissing me off.”

  And there was no doubt Rick was pissed off.

  “Good-bye, Detective Dickerson.” Hannah opened the door wider. “Let me know when you have something concrete. I’ll be willing to listen then.”

  Dickerson’s lips quirked. “You were seeing the sheriff last year, and you had problems then, Miss Brookes,” he reminded her. “Think about what I said.”

  He turned and left, but Hannah couldn’t help but consider it. She had had the same thoughts the night before, thoughts she had expressed to Rick.

  When she closed the door behind him, she turned back to Rick.

  “What’s going on?” she asked him, wishing she could see behind the tight, closed expression on his face. “Why would anyone want to strike out at me because of Sienna, or because of my relationship with you?”

  Most people liked Rick, even when they hadn’t liked Sienna. She was sure that Rick hadn’t known about the games his wife was rumored to have been playing before her death. The rumors hadn’t started until after her funeral. Before that, there hadn’t been so much as a whisper about her infidelity, simply talk that she and Mike Conrad appeared to be close. But there had been no evidence, no sightings, nothing that anyone could point to to say that she had been cheating on her husband.

  And if Sienna had been unfaithful, why would anyone want to punish Rick for it?

  “I don’t know what’s going on,” he said as he looked around the entryway of her house. “But I don’t want you staying here alone.” He brought his gaze back to her. “Pack a bag, you’re coming home with me.”

  Dominance filled his tone, instantly triggering the independent streak that her brothers swore was a mile wide.

  “I’ll be perfectly safe right here.” She crossed her arms over her breasts and glared back at him. “I don’t need a knight in shining armor, Rick, and I sure as hell don’t need a keeper.”

  “Maybe you don’t, but by God I need to know my lover’s safe.” He jerked her to him, that alpha streak that she suspected was stronger than her stubborn streak darkening his expression. “Don’t fight me, Hannah. I won’t leave you here alone, and you’ll be safer at my house, in my bed. We both know it.”