Free HannasHaven by Lorna Jean Roberts Page B

throat, trapped as she took in the
perfection of his large body.
    He was deeply tanned from the top of his shaved head to his
toes, his skin smooth, muscles sculpted into defined lines that she suddenly
longed to run her tongue along. The covers had slipped down and she discovered the
answer to her question.
    He wasn’t naked.
    But his boxers were molded to him, leaving little to the
imagination. He was built large everywhere. He got out of bed and padded over
to his chest of drawers.
    “Put this on.” He handed her a black t-shirt. She took it, a
little uncertain.
    “Why?”
    “It’s longer than the ones you have on. It will make you
feel better when you strip off those ridiculous pants.”
    “Oh.” She sat, clutching it, looking at him.
    “Well?”
    “Aren’t you going to turn away?”
    With a loud huff, grumbling under his breath, he turned. His
hands landed on his hips, every stiff line of his body chiseled with
exasperation.
    Hanna wasted no time stripping off her pajama bottoms and extra
t-shirts. She slipped into his cotton shirt. It hung like a loose nightgown. Even
though it was freshly laundered, she could still catch his scent.
    Sexy male with a hint of mint. Delicious.
    He turned back, folding his arms. “Ready to sleep now?”
    “Of course. I was ready ten minutes ago.”
    He said nothing, just climbed into the bed and turned off
the light.
    “Except, would you mind…” She trailed off, not wanting to
sound as though she were an idiot, but knowing she needed that light on.
    Again, he said nothing. He simply turned the lamp back on,
setting it on dim.
    “Okay?” His voice held no judgment.
    “Yes,” she lied.
    Marcus rolled to his side, his back to her.
    She lay there for a moment, willing the urge to fade. It
didn’t. “I’m sorry, I just have to…” She slipped from the bed and hurried through
the house, checking that the windows were shut, the doors locked. When she was
finished, she slid back into the bed.
    “Sorry,” she whispered.
    “Doesn’t bother me,” he said gruffly. “Now go to sleep.”

Chapter Five
     
    Marcus knew it wasn’t possible to die of a hard-on. But
having a stiff cock sure as hell made it impossible to be comfortable, let
alone sleep. He swiped his hand down his face over her latest behavior. Didn’t
she know that if he wanted her that no amount of clothing would stop him? He’d
simply overwhelm her with desire until she was begging him to take her.
    Damn.
    These thoughts were not helping to lessen the pain in his
cock.
    He was starting to wonder if he was a masochist. He should
have just slept on the couch or in her room. There was no real reason for him
to insist they sleep together, other than the fact that he wanted her close. He
knew it would be hard having her in his bed, but he hadn’t realized how deeply
she’d gotten under his skin. Her soft, sweet scent glided over him, enveloping
him, bringing him under her spell.
    The glimpses he’d seen of that smooth, pale skin were like
being given little tastings of rich, deep whiskey when he really wanted the
whole bottle.
    She rolled, pressing herself up against his body, curling
against him.
    Torture.
    Marcus closed his eyes, found that only made things worse,
and opened them again. He should push her away, should get up and get some air.
Or better yet, take a cold shower, get away from her completely.
    But try as he might, he couldn’t seem to move.
    Yep, it was going to be a long, long night.
     
    Hanna was deliciously warm, her head resting on something
hard. She rubbed her face against the pillow, startled when it moved.
    Opening her eyes, she stilled then threw herself back,
climbing from the bed to stand beside it.
    Marcus rolled from his back to his side to stare at her. His
eyebrow rose. “Something wrong?”
    Hanna flicked her hand at him, then herself, indicating the
space that was now between them. “When I went to sleep we were like this, when
I woke up we were…” Embarrassed, she