“Green,” I pant.
Harlow smirks. “You’re definitely trouble.” She tilts my chin up with one finger and pulls me into another searing kiss that floods molten lava to my core. I clutch her by the hips and try to scoot forward, seeking friction. But she eases her body backward, and I whimper.
“Look at you. So fucking needy,” Harlow says and caresses my lip with the pad of her thumb. “You look so pretty when your body is begging to be touched.”
Her dirty words make my clit twitch. I ache for the lost warmth of Harlow’s body between my legs.
“Please.” My fingers slip underneath the bottom of her hoodie and trace over the soft, bare skin of her stomach. Harlow shivers, then grabs my wrists.
“Did I say you could touch me?”
I shake my head as my body floods with warmth at the sexy, sharp tone of her voice. She sets my hands on the mattress. “That’s your one warning. Next time you touch me without permission, I’m tying them to the headboard.”
I swallow.
“Color,” she asks.
“Fucking green.”
Harlow smiles wryly. Then she drops to her knees.
I let out a little gasp at the sight of this gorgeous woman on her knees between my legs with eyes full ofunfiltered, hungry desire. I’m dripping wet, my nipples tightening, and my thighs shaking in anticipation.
Touch me. Oh, my fucking god.Please. Touch me.
She rests her hands on my knees and slides them up and across my legs at an agonizingly slow pace. I moan and drop my head back. Her fingers dip to my lower thighs. I fist her comforter and tilt my hips toward her. Her touch is featherlight as she uses just the tips to move up and down my inner thigh before tracing the outline of my underwear. My legs tremble, and I curse. She’s such a fucking tease.
Harlow sneaks her fingertip under the band of my underwear, and I whine, my body jolting forward.
“God, you’resofucking wet,” she groans. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Fucking do it then,” I snap. “Please,” I add belatedly. My pussy pulsing almost painfully, if she teases me for one second longer, I’m going to explode.
“You think you can talk like that and still get what you want?” Harlow tsks disapprovingly. “Only good girls get rewarded. Brats get punished.”
Harlow stands anddammit! My thighs squeeze shut around my hand. Her words, the threat—the promise of them—have me so fucking turned on, my clit is throbbing, and I can’t take it. I press my fingers against the aching bundle of nerves.
Harlow wraps her fingers around my forearm. “Hands up.”
“Huh?” I ask, half delirious.
“Put. Your. Hands. Above your head.”
Jaw clenched, I reluctantly remove my hand from between my thighs and raise them both above my head. My chest rises and falls with my ragged breaths. I spread my legs and wiggle my hips forward.
“How do you feel about toys?” she asks.
“Love them.” As long as she fucks me right now, she can do it any way she pleases.
“Thought you’d say that. Give me one second.”
I groan impatiently as she disappears into the bathroom. Not able to stand it a moment longer, I touch myself. Not enough to get myself off, but to ease the painful need for friction.
“Couldn’t even wait two minutes?” Harlow tsks disapprovingly. Her hoodie is gone. And an electric pulse flashes through me at the sight of her full chest in her navy sports bra, the swell of her breasts spilling out the top.
“I told you to put your hands above your head.” She stalks toward me. “You don’t follow directions very well, do you?”
I lick my lips and shrug one shoulder. “When I feel like it.”
