Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

Instead of crossing the living room again, I stride to the front entryway and open the door.

I want to see her the second she arrives.

I’m not even through the door when I see her coming up the driveway.

My pulse decelerates to its originally anxious speed.

Hannah slows her car to a stop in front of the house, and I move down the steps to meet her.

She cuts the engine, and I watch her grab something off the passenger seat before climbing out of her car.

My eyes drop to the bag in her hand.

It’s not a purse.

It’s an overnight bag.

Heat sizzles through my veins, frying all the previous worry.

My girl is here.

I close the distance between us.

Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat and hold her in place. “Hi, Bunny.”

Her throat moves with a swallow against my palm. “Hi—”

My lips find hers. I can’t wait another moment.

SIXTY-ONE

HANNAH

Flames dance up my spine.

Maddox closes his mouth over mine, consuming me.

I let my bag drop to the ground and grip his sides.

Seeing him on and off at the office this week was torture.

There is no good option. Because either I don’t see him, and that’s awful, or I see him, but I can’t touch him, and that’s also awful.

But we’re not at work.

We’re at his house. Alone.

I swipe my tongue across his lip, and he pulls back.

“You’re staying the night.” He states it.

I nod.

The fingers still around my throat flex. “Are you hungry?”

I hold his gaze. “I’m not starving.”

His nostrils flare as he pulls in a deep breath. “Good.”