Chapter 27

Tobias After I’ve revealed how I feel about Hannah, she acts odd. She won’t stop staring and gaping at me like a goldfish stuck in a bowl. Her mouth opens, then closes, and I tilt my head, laughing.

“Did I freak you out?” I’m not sure why my feelings for her would freak her out, but she is definitely acting weird. Then again, this is Hannah, and she is a bit of a nutcase. Though, if only makes me like her more.

“Freak me out? No! O-of course not…” she picks up her water glass and clunks down the liquid. as though she is dying from thirst. Some water runs down her chin, and I grin at her.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

Instead of pretending she isn’t nervous, her lips form a shy smile as if accepting that I’m right. “Thank you…”

I smile back, and soon the waiters come with our food. Hannah looks extremely happy with the pizza she ordered. Her smile is stunning, and her summer clothes hug her in all the right places.

She is stunning. I especially love how her glossy blonde hair is swept to the side to bring more attention to her pink cheeks. She blushes easily, and I like that-it gives her a warm and easy- to-approach appearance.

“This pizza is so good!” Hannah is eating the pizza with her fork and knife even though I can easily tell she wishes to use her hands like I’ve seen her do at home.

“Careful, Hannah. I’m easily aroused by your little moans.” I watch her face turn bright red and decide to change the subject before she passes out. “I saw that you left a book about baking in the kitchen. Any chance I get to taste another one of your treats soon?”

Her eyes widen, and I snort in amusement. She looks like I’ve said something sinful, which is hilarious.

To think I never paid attention to these things before I knew she liked me…

I smile in my seat and scratch my jaw. “Hannah, you realize I’m talking about baking, right?”

She is silent. I can only watch her chest rise and fall with her breathing, and I arch an eyebrow.

“Hannah?”

“Yes?”

“Why are you acting so weird?” Have I done something?

She gives me a hesitant smile. “I’m afraid of messing this up… you said you like me, and now my head is spinning.”

“What is there to be nervous about?”

“Well, everything?” Hannah blinks. “The future, and about what we want and how to make this work.”

I smile. “How about we just date each other and try not to overthink during our first official date?”

“Fuck… you’re right… I’m sorry… this should be us having fun, and I’m ruining it all.”

“You’re not ruining anything,” I smirk in my seat. “Though, if you want to have fun with me, I have an idea.”

“An idea?”

“Yes,” I smile darkly. “Do you like “Sometimes…”

games, Hannah?”

“Then, do you want to play one with me right now?”

“What kind of game?”

I breathe a laugh. “I won’t tell you before you accept.”

She studies my face, seeming to hesitate before a look of determination passes over her face.” Alright, I accept.”

“Great.” I don’t smile and keep my tone low, so nobody inside the restaurant can hear us. Your first challenge is to roll up the sleeves on your white blouse.”

She blinks once, twice, and then easily rolls them up. “Done.”

I almost smile at the look on her face. Almost. Hannah obviously thinks my challenge was too easy, but this is only the beginning.

“Good job,” I watch a waiter walk past our table, and then I turn my attention back to Hannah. “Now open up the first buttons of it.”

Again, she completes the challenge with ease and almost looks irritated by the end of it.” There you go.”

I find her annoyance amusing. Hannah still doesn’t get this game will turn worse, and I get up from my seat. Her eyes almost bug out of their sockets as I stride forward.

“Relax,” I say when I’m behind her chair. “You don’t want to attract an audience, do you?”

Hannah shudders when I reach down to take the pink hair tie from her arm and use it to set up her blonde hair. I gently brush my fingers through it, smiling when she shivers a second time.

My lips part in a husky whisper. “I want you to discreetly touch yourself while we are here.”

She is silent for a while. “R-right now?”

“You heard me the first time.” I bend down to kiss her neck. Hannah turns tense, but I can tell she enjoys my nibbling, and I whisper into her ear. “Or do you give up on the challenge?”

At this, she turns tense and whispers. “Never…”

I smile against her skin. “Good, then touch yourself. If you do, I will eat you out in the car. So work your cunt really wet, Hannah, and show me your finger. If you’re wet enough, you will get your reward.”

1 hear a sharp intake of air. “It’s not fair how sexy your voice sounds… I’m already getting wet…

“Prove it to me.”

“What?”

“Prove it to me.”

She hesitates for a few seconds, and I think I will have to repeat myself for a moment, but I’m wrong.

She slowly lowers her hand while nobody is looking and moves a little in her seat.

What is she up to, I wonder….

I continue to stand behind her chair, and my eyebrows nearly shoot into my hairline when her fist finds my hand. She wishes to give me something-I think I know what it is, yet I’m still shocked when I feel her soaked panties in my hand.

I should just carry her out of here right now…

I quickly put the panties into my pocket, close to groaning because my cock is achingly stiff.” I’m going to kiss you.”

She turns bright red, even on her ears. “People are going to look at us even harder.”

“I don’t care,” I tilt my head, meeting her eyes. “And don’t you dare take this away from me.” “First, I order a pizza—….”

Her voice trails off when my lips touch hers. It’s not a soft and exploring kiss. It’s hard and fierce, and I have to fight every instinct telling me to remove her clothes to unveil her smooth skin and luscious curves.

It wouldn’t be the end of the world to have her shed her clothes here. I could easily pay the owners of this restaurant to have everyone else leave, but… what would be the fun in that?

I just have to convince Hannah that the best idea is to leave with me-my lips have already eaten one of her soft moans.

I shove my tongue into her mouth, controlling her pace until her breathing changes. Seeing her weakened by something as simple as a kiss satisfies me.

Slowly, I break away from her. “See, I kissed you in public, and you’re still very much alive, Mrs. Ford.”

Those ice-blue eyes of hers meet mine. “You…”

“Me?”

Her chest withdraws. “Tobias, I-…” she swallows thickly. “Can we leave the restaurant?”

My amusement grows. I’m rock-hard, but I can control myself if it means teasing my favorite woman on earth. “To do what exactly?”

“To let you…” her eyes look uncertain.

“To let me fuck you?” I ask in a low tone. “Is that what you were going to say?”

She looks shocked but gives me a quick nod. Her lust is evident if I pay attention to how she squirms in her seat, and I move back to fixing her hair to make it seem like I’m standing behind her for a reason.

Not that I care if people find us weird. They don’t matter to me at all. I only care about my family and Hannah, dear, beloved, and sweet Hannah, who I’m slowly ruining with my ways.

“Are you going to tell me where you want me to pleasure you, Hannah? Or are you going to make me guess?” A smile tugs on my lips.

Hannah’s breath hitches, and she looks to the side. “I want it… I want it in the car…”

“Touch your tits…”

She freezes. “But we are-

“Do you want me to pleasure you or not?” I ask.

“Tobias-”

“Do it.”

She seems shocked by the authoritative tone of my voice and sits frozen in her seat.

“Hannah…” I narrow my eyes.

She sits still for a couple of seconds, but then her determination returns, and she looks out over the restaurant. No one is turned our way, and I watch her hands cup her breasts, squeezing them with her whole palm.

Fearless, this one.

I like this game a lot, especially the scarlet color that has become of her skin. Not to mention. how her breathing is choppy and uneven. It’s like she can’t inhale enough oxygen.

But I’m not done yet.

I continue to torture her. “And are you going to tell me what you want me to do to you, Hannah? How would you like to be fucked?”

“I want you… I want you to hold me down like last time…”

Ah, so she enjoys being dominated and for me to seek my own pleasure rather than her own? To be used as a toy, this woman could ruin me if she wanted to. Does she even realize how aroused I am?

“Are you still wet?”

“Very…”

“Show me.”

One of her hands moves down into her pants, and I watch her bite her bottom lip before bringing up two shiny digits. They are wet, and I get a faint whiff of her scent.

Fuck me…

“Are you done with your pizza?”

“Yeah, I’m just ”

I grab her hand and help her up from her seat. Hannah looks at me with her wild, widened eyes. So beautiful. So innocent. I can’t get her back to the car fast enough. I’m lucky that the windows at the back are tinted because we won’t make it home in time.

This woman is just too much for me to handle. Around her, it’s almost like I’ve reverted to being a teenager. I’m horny all the time, and Hannah is a willing victim-we make a dangerous combination.