As they hit the bed, she slid against him and he groaned. This was how he wanted her.
Her hands were on his chest as she kept herself up, his hands still pulling her down.
Her lips fell across his jaw, his neck, nibbling at his earlobe, then mouth hot against his collarbone. Mike groaned. Having her on top of him and her mouth on him was almost too much.
His hands trailed down her back to her hips, resting each in his palms. He felt a scar on the inside of her hip, opposite of the one on her shoulder.
She kissed down his chest, mouth hot and wet. He was shuddering.
His hands shot underneath her arms as he pulled her up, teeth clashing as his mouth was upon hers once again.
Groaning, he rolled them, pinning her underneath him, hips driving against hers. He could already feel the delicious friction between them.
Hannah reached up for him, pulling him down to her closer, his hands trailing down her stomach, making her back arch and bringing her closer to him.
His fingers deftly skated along the edge of her sweatpants and she shook in anticipation. His thumb hooked the top of them already pulling…
"We can't," he groaned against her mouth.
She frowned and his mouth dropped to her neck, hand retreating to her waist.
"We can't," Mike groaned again, still not sounding convincing, his scruff against her skin, "It's too soon."
Hannah whimpered. In this state, she didn't agree. In this state, in fact, it wasn't soon enough.
Mike kissed her neck gently, still breathing hard, and slid to her side, pressed neatly against her, head propped up on his hand.
He could see her deep breathing, felt her pulse beating against him. It had taken so much for him to stop. He had half a mind to still keep going. He wanted her so badly. But he wanted to keep her more.
Her eyes were closed, trying to ground herself and keep herself from not lunging at him and defying him, forcing him to finish what he started.
She shook, imagining what would've happened, still wanting it.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
Hannah threw her arm over her eyes, breathless. "No, I know… We're friends… friends don't do this."
She tried to tell herself that he was right… they shouldn't… But, god, did she want to.
He smiled, pulling her arm off her face, wanting to look at her.
"That's not it," he started, willing his breathing to return to normal like the rest of his body, "It's not because we're just friends… but as a friend, god, the things I would do to you…"
She giggled.
He smiled. "I value the friendship we have with each other… which is exactly why I need to tread carefully with us… it's not that I don't want to, you don't know how much I do… but I can't act haphazardly with you."
She nodded. "I get that."
Mike leaned over and kissed her gently, softly. He wanted her badly and had almost had her… He had almost thrown inhibition to the wind and done what he wanted… but he couldn't risk the consequences.
Relationships had never work out for him because of that. Hannah was the only woman he'd kept around consistently… he couldn't mess it up with her.
He kissed her again.
"Don't do that," she said breathlessly, "I don't know if I have as much self control as you do."
He chuckled. "You have no idea how much it took me to stop…"
"I don't know why you did," she teased, eyes still closed, pulse still quick. She told herself that had they gone through with it, she would have still been his friend, even if it was just one time. She tried to believe that things would have gone on as normal… but she knew he we was right.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "I already told you why. I'm trying to change my behavior and be in more control of my actions, remember?"
Hannah rolled her eyes. She shouldn't have told him that. It left her aching for him, but she understood.
He let her breathing level out and her pulse slow before he touched her again, his hand palming her stomach gently.
"You're so infuriating," Hannah groaned, still wishing that Mike hadn't stopped.
He chuckled. "Now you know how I feel when you're always so forgiving."
Hannah's eyes shot open. "Point taken. I'll just yell at you from now on and give you what you want."
He winked at her. "If you do, we may end up in this same situation again."
She winked back. "Promise?"
Mike blushed, looking away.
"You're such a boy scout, Agent Weston," she teased, smiling.
"How's that?" he asked, grinning back.
"You always want to do the right thing," she said, turning her head to look at him, "You're always respectful and polite. You're very moral."
He shrugged, "I suppose."
She leaned her head against his arm. "If you hadn't had so much self control, I think you know what we'd be doing right now."
Mike smiled, wishing that he could have had her but also kept thing going well.
"I want to keep you, Hannah," he said, "I've liked the last few days. I don't want to go back to only seeing you once a month. I want to keep seeing you more. I don't want to turn into Ryan and I don't want to lose out on you. Those are two things I'm very sure of. And if that means taking things slower and not acting so reckless, then so be it."
She considered teasing him and calling him sensitive but she knew it took a lot for him to say that.
"I know," was all she could say before kissing him.
He settled back down beside her, her hand idly on his chest. His lips fell across her collarbone.
"You know I'm not perfect, right?" Hannah asked, watching his hand on her stomach.
"Huh?" he looked up at her confused, his brown eyes setting on hers.
"I'm not perfect. From what you said, we'll be spending more time with each other and you'll get more invested. I don't want you to be disappointed," she said, stating what she thought was the obvious.
He scoffed, smiling. "You're not a stock I'm investing in, Hannah. And no one's perfect. I don't expect you to be."
She rolled her eyes, smirking. "I know, but I you need to be aware that I'm not flawless."
"So tell me," he said, kissing her gently, "What are your flaws, exactly?"
Hannah rolled her eyes, not meaning to shed light on them all, but she had brought that up.
"Well," she started, "I don't have near as much self control as you do."
He chuckled. "Not everyone can be a boy scout. But go on."
"I let the trash pile up before taking it out, I eat ice cream after brushing my teeth, and when the sign says take only one sample, I sometimes take two," she said, blushing.
Mike rolled his eyes. "Those aren't even that bad."
"I know," she smiled, "and I also tend to deny if anything is wrong… I try to be in denial as much as possible. I don't like admitting to anything."
He laughed. "Sounds like someone I know."
"Exactly," she said, knowing he was referring to Ryan, "It's a big flaw."
"So if I asked you if you liked what we were doing earlier, what would you say," he asked, curious.
She winked. "I'd say it was okay."
"Oh really," he asked, grinning, hand sliding over her stomach. "Just okay?"
Hannah smiled. "Maybe on the side of good."
The way she looked at him, with that glint in her eyes and her soft skin under his hand made him remember what it felt like to be kissing her earlier. He remembered the way she felt pinned under him, her body warm against him.
He could remember the way she groaned under his hands, under his lips. He could remember the way she felt shuddering against him. He remembered how hard it was to stop.
She could see his eyes darken and his breath became shallow. His eyes were predatory and it excited her. She could feel her cheeks flush.
His hand tightened over her hip and she could feel her breathing deepen, eyes fixed on his.
No, he told himself. They can't… he already told her why they can't… No… he couldn't be reckless…
He felt her hand slide across his chest and over his shoulder, her eyes waiting.
She bit her lip.
"Fuck it," he growled, hips already moving over hers, mouth meeting hers breathlessly.