It was actually really easy. I waited in my vehicle while he went and got a key to a room on the ground floor. We found a cheap motel where we didn't think we would be spotted by any other cops. He didn't look at me as he walked back toward the SUV, he just walked to the motel door and opened it. I got out and quietly locked the vehicle, using the door lock instead of the key fob.
Hank was holding open the door to the room, I walked in like I owned the place. I unwrapped my full-length black coat and threw it on the chair by the bed. No use in standing around asking if he wanted a drink. We had come here for one purpose, and we both knew it.
I heard the door shut behind me. I heard him turn the lock. I began to unbutton my light blue blouse, fumbling with the buttons. I was facing the bed. I heard his heavy leather jacket land on the nearby desk. Hank took me by the elbow and spun me around, catching me with his other hand. He put his face to mine, he was smiling gently. I would never admit to anyone how his gravely, rumbling, voice made me feel warm inside.
"Don't be nervous. I'm not gonna hurt you."
How did he manage to read my mind?
"Slow down, let me touch you."
He put his forehead to mine as he whispered to me. He was moving slowly, and I was glad. I slowly finished unbuttoning my shirt and tossed it onto the chair. I had a white tank top underneath it. Hank ran his hands down my sides, then grabbing the bottom of my tank, he pulled it over my head in one motion. At that moment I was thankful for every set up I had ever done in my life. I brought my hands to rest on his shoulders. I wondered if he had been this muscular before prison, or if he got in shape while serving time.
He buried his face in my neck and it was all I could do to not drop as I went weak in the knees. I felt my bra come loose. I had a moment of panic, but it was quickly gone when I saw the look on his face. Hank was thoroughly enjoying himself. As he started fondling my breasts I unbuckled his belt. He was still fully dressed. He dug his fingers into my hair and pulled it down. I raised an eyebrow at him. Luckily I had a brush in the SUV and I'd be able to look presentable after we were through.
"I want to see you undone."
He started shuffling me backwards, toward the bed. I was trying to tug down his jeans, watching him fall over in them would have been funny, but he shoved me over on the bed before I could get them down very far. I laid sideways across the bed flat on my back. He pulled his flannel shirt and white undershirt off over his head, and I was shocked at how defined his abs were. He kicked off his work boots and slid off his pants. While I was still looking at the thing that made him strut like a peacock when he walked, he pulled my slacks and panties off and suddenly I was completely naked and all of the gentleness was gone from him.
Hank Voight was climbing on top of me. I must have lost my mind. He planted one hand by my head to steady himself, the other hand was pushing my thighs apart. I gasped as he bit down on my collarbone. It was the perfect amount of pressure to take me out of my head and make me more present in the moment, without leaving a bruise. I clawed his back with my perfectly manicured nails as he plunged into me. This was crazy but worth it. I hadn't felt like this in a long, long, time. I couldn't help but pant his name into his ear.