Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

I shift back and brush my thumb across one of the tear trails. “Perfect.”

Hannah bites her lip, and I drag my thumb down her cheek until I’m pulling her lip free from her teeth.

Then, because her mouth is right there, I lower mine to meet it.

Our sighs mingle as our lips touch, but when I pull back, Hannah shifts and scrunches up her nose. Like a goddamn bunny.

“Maddox?”

“Hmm?” I tap my fingertip to her nose.

“We’re making a mess.”

“Huh?” I look lower to where we’re connected. “Oh.”

I pull partway out, looking at the mess she’s referring to.

“Maddox.” She smacks my arm with a snort. “Get off.”

I give her a sad look. “In my twenties, I could’ve. But now…” I shake my head.

Hannah rolls her eyes. “Oh my god, just get your giant cock out of me.”

My bark of laughter is unexpected, which causes me to slip the rest of the way out.

Hannah snaps her legs together as soon as I’m out of the way, but with her knees up, I’m still treated to a wonderfully messy view.

I know better than to take naked photos of anyone anywhere, but damn, I’m fucking tempted.

Instead, I drag my eyes up to meet Hannah’s. “Stay put.”

“I’m —”

I stride across the room toward the bathroom. “One second.”

Maybe eight seconds later, I’m back with a damp washcloth.

“I can do it.” Hannah tries to sit up as I near, but her butt is still up on the pillow, making it difficult.

“Let me do it.” I tap her knee. “Open.”

“Open,” she grumbles in a voice that’s meant to be a mockery of mine. But it’s just cute.

“Hannah.”

“Fine!” She slaps her hands over her eyes and drops her knees apart.

SIXTY-NINE

HANNAH

This man is so infuriating.

But even as I keep my hands over my eyes, I have to admit he’s gentle. Even if it’s all overly familiar.

“There.” Maddox rubs a hand up the inside of my thigh. “Gimme your hand.”

Lowering my palms, I peek up and see him, still completely naked, holding a hand out to me.