Kissing a stranger was completely out of character for Hannah. Everything had taken on an unreal quality. At least when she was in Riley's arms she was feeling again. And it was so good to experience something other than pain, something more than the agony that stampeded her heart and soul.
Riley slipped his hands over her hips and held on to her waist as if he weren't sure what he wanted. His gaze pierced hers, and Hannah smiled shyly back. He plunged his fingers through her hair and stared down on her for several breath-stopping moments before he kissed her. Sighing, Hannah leaned toward him. Together they made warm, moist kisses, each one increasing in intensity. His tongue edged apart the seam of her lips and then traced the roundness of her mouth.
When they reluctantly parted, neither spoke. Hannah could feel him assessing her, but what conclusions he drew, she could only speculate. She didn't want him to ponder her boldness too much, because then she'd be forced into thinking herself, and that was the last thing she wanted to do. Leaning her weight against him, she stroked her long fingers against his nape, sliding them into his hair. Soon she was directing his mouth back to hers.
If there had been a sensible thought left in her head, Hannah banished it as she sought his kiss. He didn't disappoint her, displaying an eagerness, a willingness that made her stomach warm. Gradually the sensation plummeted to the lower half of her body. The delicious, delightful excitement seemed to increase with each sweet foray of his tongue and mouth. Wanting to squeeze out every inch of feeling, she started to rotate her hips, pressing against him where she ached the most.
He caught her by the waist, forcing her to still.
"Hannah – " he breathed her name in a soft sexy way that sent chills scooting down her spine " – do you know what you're asking for?"
She bit into her lower lip and nodded.
"Then let's get a hotel room. A decent one."