Chapter Eight
“Doing okay, Goldilocks?”
Hannah nodded. "More," she demanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled and showed her his dimples. He claimed her mouth like a starved man. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Ben rolled onto his back placing Hannah on top. He kept his grip on her loose, so she could move if she felt uncomfortable. He stroked her legs as he explored her mouth. He wanted to remove her clothes and explore all her naked flesh, but he promised her he wouldn’t, and he was a man of his word.
“I want to touch you,” she said, running her fingers over his shirt.
Ben sat up and ripped the collar of his shirt behind his head, pull it off, tossing it on the ground. Hannah gasped at his naked torso and ran her fingers over him experimentally. Her fingers glided over the tattoo on
