I wrap my arms around her, walking us the rest of the way into her apartment before kicking the door closed behind us. My phone drops to the carpet as Hannah releases it, but I don’t give a shit about that. I can replace my phone, but there’s not another woman on the planet like her, and I want to make sure she knows that beyond a doubt.

I groan into her mouth, kissing her even deeper, and she arches her back, pushing her body against mine. It drives me fucking crazy, and my hands move instinctively to her legs. I lift her up and pin her against the nearby wall as she wraps her legs around my waist as if we’ve never been apart.

“That’s it, hummingbird,” I murmur against her lips. “You already know what to do.”

I stare into her eyes, nearly losing myself in the unadulterated fire blazing back at me. I grind against her, my cock already rock-hard in my pants.

“God, yes,” she whimpers, her head falling back against the wall. My lips move to the crook of her neck to kiss and bite at the sensitive skin there, until I reach the spot behind her ear that I remember drives her wild. She instantly arches against me, her fingers threading through my hair and scratching at my scalp.

“I told you I’d have you begging me.” I roll my hips into her, grinding harder and more urgently against her center.

Her breath catches, and her hands move to the back of my head to pull me closer. Her nails press into the base of my skull, urging me on, and when I roll my hips into her again, her body shudders beneath mine as another deep moan escapes her throat. She squeezes me with her legs, refusing to let me create any distance between our bodies, and the next time I thrust myself against her, she whimpers and presses her face into my shoulder as her body trembles.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, and I realize she’s going to come just from this. The thought makes my cock throb painfully. I keep grinding against her, hard and fast, while one hand slips up her shirt to cup her breast.

“Is this what you were thinking about in the shower?” I ask, staring right into her eyes. I pinch her nipple just as she starts to open her mouth to answer, and her expression contorts as the words that were forming turn into a desperate scream.

“Declan,” she whimpers between breaths, almost exactly the way I heard her say it in the shower.