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Hannah watched Colby in amusement as he saw Don and Eleanor out the door. She hadn't expected him to be shy about his birthday. The awkward, diffident expression on his face when he opened his present had melted her soft heart. It was an expression she would not have expected from the brash, almost arrogant man she'd met. Then again, she'd never expected the gentle touch from those strong hands, or such tenderness in his embrace. She'd certainly never expected him to stand by her while she recovered from the shooting.
He smiled at her as he turned to her, "You surprised me with the birthday celebration," he murmured softly as he drew her into his arms. A soft rumble of laughter purred from her throat, and the slight vibration against his chest sent a quiver of desire through him. Her laughter turned into giggles as he picked her up.
"I can walk, you know," she managed to say amidst her giggles.
"I know. I just like the feel of you in my arms," Colby murmured, his eyes dark. "Don was just being ornery, staying this long. He knew I wanted to be alone with you."
She laughed softly, "Yes, I noticed him ignoring Eleanor's signals. That was amusing to watch."
"He's learning to relax and open up. I wish I could thank her for that," Colby said quietly, as he set Hannah gently on their bed.
"Mmm," Hannah was non-committal.
"I think it'll carry over into his relationship with Robin, don't you? It has to be difficult for Robin if he doesn't let her into his life."
"Assuming that this fling doesn't tear them apart for good," Hannah voiced her concern.
"So that's what you're worrying about. He doesn't have to let her know."
Hannah smacked him in the chest with a pillow, giggling and scrambling away at his outraged expression.
"What was THAT for?"
She laughed softly as he pinned her down on the bed, "Do you honestly think she wouldn't know something was up if he went home and did a 180 on her?"
"Lucky we don't have to worry about it yet," Colby murmured, lowering his head to brush her lips with his.
"You already got your birthday present," a soft laugh bubbled out of Hannah.
He grinned, "And I love the present. More because it's from you. I just thought you might like a thank you for it." His lips claimed hers, her lips parting as his tongue teased them. Their tongues twirled and caressed, as his hands roved restlessly down her body. Gentle hands unbuttoned her shirt, hands that were just one step ahead as he licked and kissed his way down her cleavage to her belly. He heard her gasp with pleasure as he nipped gently at the soft skin of her belly. Impatient hands unsnapped her jeans, and slid them off her legs. His mouth captured hers again.
She struggled with his pullover shirt, and heard him laugh as he pulled it off himself. Pouting because he laughed at her, she nipped him on his neck as punishment. Then laughed herself when he grabbed her hands and held her down. Her eyes widened fractionally as he cuffed her to the bed.
"I said I was going to thank you, but I have to punish you first. Assaulting a federal officer is a felony, you know," he murmured, grinning at her soft pout. He wondered what plans he'd thwarted. He stripped off the rest of his clothing, pleased to see her eyes darken with need.
His hands slid gently up her body, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. A soft moan escaped her as his strong fingers caressed her nipples through the silky lace of her bra. She gasped when he squeezed her nipples. His hands slid into the lacy bra and cupped her breasts, pushing them up over the silky lace. His mouth closed over one nipple, tongue twirling and caressing it. He sucked gently on that nipple, while his hand caressed the other.
Hannah took a sharp intake of breath, then moaned at the pleasure she was feeling. Hot liquid desire went from her breasts and pooled low in her body. She cried out as his fingers slid under her silk panties into her. "Please," she whimpered softly, as his fingers continued to caress deep into her, his thumb caressing a circle around her clit. She bucked a little, trying to get closer, trying to assuage the need that was building.
He pulled her panty off quickly, his own need demanding attention. Pushing her willing legs apart with a knee, he thrust into her. A guttural moan escaped him, the heat of her almost cut through his control. Slowly, he began to thrust, a gentle rhythm of pleasure. Colby pulled one of Hannah's legs up and she hooked it over his shoulder. He heard her moan as the next thrust went deeper. He kept one hand under her for balance, as the other hand gently caressed her nipples. Every few seconds or so, he would shift, and each time, the change in Hannah's cries gratified him. Then he felt her tighten around him and knew she was close to climax. He began to thrust harder, until she climaxed, muffling her moans as best as she could. It didn't take long for him to follow.
She sighed softly as he lay on her for a few minutes, his head cradled by her breasts. "Are you okay?" she murmured. She pressed a kiss on the top of his head and slid her legs around him in a gentle caress.
"Yeah, I just need a minute."
A soft giggle escaped her, "Just don't forget to uncuff me."
He chuckled, "I won't. I've grown accustomed to the feel of your arms around me when I fall asleep."