Often (Book 1)

Chapter 17 - M

Minji

I had experience with negotiations, holdouts, bargaining. Here I was in the unfamiliar position of having laid all my chips on the table, but when it came to Hanni, I didn't care. I was all in.

"Are you looking forward to being home? You've been gone for almost three weeks."

She shrugged, pulling my boxers down without ceremony and wrapping her warm hand around me with a familiarity that made me ache in new places. "I've had a nice time here, you know."

I deliberated over each button of her blouse, kissing every inch of skin as it came into view. "How much time do we have to play before our flight?"

"Thirteen hours," she said, without looking at a clock. The answer certainly came quickly, and from the way her skin felt when I slid two fingers inside her underwear, I didn't think she was looking forward to leaving this hotel room anytime soon.

I tickled her thighs with my fingers, teased her tongue with mine, and rubbed myself against her leg until I could feel her arching toward me. Her legs slipped around my waist and she spread her hands against my shoulder as I reached down and pushed myself inside her, determined to make her come as many times as I could before the sun came up.

For me, there was nothing in the world but her slick skin and the soft air of her moans against my neck. Over and over I moved on her, mute with my need, lost in her. Her hips rolled with mine and her back shifted to press her breasts against me and I wanted to tell her, "This, what we have, is the most amazing thing I have ever felt. Do you feel it too?"

But I had no words. I had only instinct and desire and the taste of her on my tongue and the memory of her laugh ringing in my ears. I wanted to keep that sound playing over and over. I wanted to be everything for her: her lover and sparring partner and friend. In this bed, I could be everything.

"I don't know how to do this," she said in a weird moment—on the verge of coming and holding onto me so tight I thought I might bruise. But I knew what she meant because it was painful to be filled so full of this longing and have no fucking idea how it would play out. I wanted her in a way that made me feel like every second I was sated and starving—and my brain didn't know what to do with it. So instead of answering her or telling her what I thought we could do, I kissed her neck and put my fingers against the soft skin of her hip, and told her, "I don't either, but I'm not ready to let it go yet."

"It feels so good . . ." She whispered this against my throat and I groaned in quiet agony, patently unable to manage one articulate word in response.

I feared I would howl.

I kissed her.

I pushed her deeper into the mattress.

It went on forever, this splintering ecstasy. Her body rising to meet mine, her mouth wet and hungry, biting and sweet.

I woke up when my pillow was yanked out from under my head and Hanni mumbled something incoherent about spinach and hot dogs.

The woman was a sleep-talking, restless bed hog.

I ran a greedy hand over her ass before rolling to look at the clock. It was only a little after five in the morning, but I knew we had to get moving soon to make our eight o'clock flight. As much as I hated to leave our merry little den of sin, I hadn't done any work here and was starting to feel increasingly guilty about the career I'd essentially neglected. For the past decade my career had been my life, and although I was growing more comfortable with the obliterating effect Hanni had on that balance, I had to retrieve my focus. It was time to get home, put on the Boss Hat, and start taking names.