HannasHaven by Lorna Jean Roberts

couldn’t finish her sentence.
    “Plastered up against one another?” he filled in. “Lying
with limbs entangled? Cuddled in together? Stop me when I’m close.”
    “Yes!” she replied, her teeth clenched. “All of those. Why
would you do that?”
    “I didn’t. You did. I was lying here, trying to sleep, next
thing I know you’re molded against me.”
    She gulped. Had she really done that? She’d never cuddled up
to Dan.
    “I wouldn’t.”
    He shrugged, his face displaying no real interest. And she
knew she must have plastered herself against him. “I’m sorry.”
    “No one said you had to apologize.”
    She licked her lips nervously. “I’m not used to sleeping
with someone.”
    He raised a brow. “You slept with Dan.”
    She searched the room for something to rescue her. Ah, her
pajamas.
    “Hanna? You had sex with Dan so you must have slept in the
same bed with him.”
    Hanna nibbled her lower lip and snatched up her pajama top
that had been abandoned last night, folding it neatly.
    “Hanna.” Pure demand.
    “We only had sex a few times. He went out at night a lot,
gambling.”
    “All night?” he asked. Disapproval was evident in the set of
his jaw. “You didn’t go with him?”
    She reached for her pajama pants. “No. He said it was too
dangerous.”
    His eyebrow rose. He didn’t think much of Dan. Hell, a lot
of the time she didn’t think much of him either. The gambling, the fact that
he’d tried to kill Laney. Granted, he’d done it to save her so she couldn’t
hate him for it. Then again, if it wasn’t for his father’s gambling addiction
they wouldn’t have been in that position in the first place. Those horrible men
would never have kidnapped her to gain Dan’s cooperation.
    And then she’d never have met Marcus.
    “We didn’t really cuddle. Neither of us was very
affectionate.”
    Agitated, she turned away and paced.
    “Hanna.” This time the command was sensuous. Hot.
    She couldn’t resist. She faced him. He rested back against
the headboard, staring at her, the sheets pooled around his waist. His eyes
turned amber as the wolf peered out, watching her within those sizzling
eyes—assessing her.
    Whether he found her lacking she didn’t know. Wasn’t sure
she wanted to know. She didn’t need more rejection.
    “Did Dan ever bring you to orgasm?”
    Shock held her immobile. “Jesus, Marcus, why are you asking
me that?”
    “Because I want to know. Tell me what sex with Dan was
like.”
    She was uncomfortable talking about her intimacy with Dan.
But Marcus would persist until she did. “I don’t know, I guess we just didn’t have
any spark between us. It was fine. It was sweet.”
    “Fine? Sweet?” He shook his head. “Oh Hanna.”
    “What?”
    “Sex should never be sweet or fine. It should be hot, heavy
and mind-blowing.”
    “Can we not talk about this?” She couldn’t stand his pity.
“I’m going to make some breakfast.”
    She turned but didn’t move quickly enough. Marcus nabbed her
wrist, tugging her back to the bed. She fell against him. She tried to shove
away but he held her tight, pulling her to sit on his lap.
    “Let me go,” she demanded.
    He simply held her, laying kisses on her forehead. Gradually
she calmed, leaning against him as he swayed.
    “Talk to me,” he urged her.
    “I don’t want you to pity me. It wasn’t that bad. Okay, so
it was kind of awkward and strange, like being with my brother.”
    Over far too soon, leaving her with no satisfaction.
    “I tried, but I couldn’t make myself feel anything more for
Dan than gratitude.”
    “Ahh, Jesus,” he muttered.
    “I used him to get away from my pack and I couldn’t even
work up any interest in him.”
    “Tink, you have to let go of this guilt. Yes, Dan helped you
out. But he also used you. He knew you had no choice and he went for what he
wanted with no thought as to your needs, your wants. He could have helped you
without insisting that you mate him. He took advantage of