“I can just stay here,” I offer. “I am feeling quite tired.”
It can’t be any later than eight in the evening, but nevermind. Harry clearly has business to attend to. I know he doesn’t attend these things for fun. If I retire early, he won’t have to worry about my safety. Then before our next social event, he is going to have to tell me who his enemies are and let me know how I can defend myself against them. I can’t be a supportive husband, if I don’t know what the hell is going on.
Harry gives me a conflicted look. I can tell he is tempted by the idea, but feels bad about it. I pull my phone out of my pocket.
“I can entertain myself. I’ll get all comfy in that bed and wait for you.”
His eyes light up with fiery interest at my cheeky suggestion and it sends a flare of arousal coursing through me. Judging by the way he is looking at me, I’m pretty sure I’m going to get lucky tonight. Which is fantastic. It will be the first time he has touched me when I’m not ripe, and It will be wonderful to be his husband and not just his vessel.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Very,” I answer, with what I hope is a naughty wink, even though I know he wasn’t asking if I was sure about offering bedroom activities.
He gives me a wry smile and I want to drag him over to the bed right now. Cement this new step forward in our relationship, as well as get well and truly railed. But he moves away, to the window and checks that it is locked. Then he comes back to me.
“Lock the door after me and open it for no one,” he says.
I nod my understanding.
His warm fingers caress my chin, and then his lips are on mine. I bite back my squeak of surprise. I should give a sexy moan instead but I can only melt before him, the feel of his kiss sends shockwaves through me that turn my bones to jelly. So much so that he has to hold me up.
He breaks the kiss and I can’t stop my hungry, needy whimper. He grins and runs a finger, feather soft across my swollen lips.
“Later,” he promises. “I won’t be long.”
He bloody well better not be. Because now I’m very hard and I don’t want to sort myself out once he is gone. I want to save all my stamina for him.
He grins at me again. A devilish, sexy smirk that promises depravity. It makes me even harder. But he slips out of the door. I lock it and lean my forehead against the wood as if it somehow makes me closer to him.
I really hope he doesn’t keep me waiting for long.
Chapter twenty
Asoftknockonthe door jolts me awake. I can’t believe I fell asleep. The way I run to the door is utterly shameless and I don’t even care.
“Harry?” I remember to check.
“It’s me.” His deep voice rumbles through the wood and makes me shiver.
I unlock the door and fling it open. His stunning eyes rake all over me before returning to my face and grinning.
“Look at you,” he smirks.
Oh gosh, I have bed hair, don’t I! Hurriedly I try to smooth my crazy hair down but he just chuckles as he steps into the room and locks the door behind him.
My red satin pajamas are all wrinkled. My eyes are probably all blurry. I’m terrible at being sexy. While he just stands there in his tux looking like sex incarnate and I just know he is not even trying. It’s so unfair.
He steps up to me and his fingers tug at my top. My breath hitches and I’m caught helpless in his gaze. Heaven knows why, but judging by the look in his eyes, he likes what he sees. There is no accounting for taste I suppose.
“I think these should come off,” he rumbles.
Shakily, my fingers fly up to my buttons and try to obey him. His eyes darken as he watches me intently. As if my fumbling is a sexy strip show. I have no idea what causes it, but I am so very glad he sees me that way. The heat in his gaze ignites a fire deep in my belly, and between us it feels like we are heating up the very air. Turning it into something viscous and sensual. Something that caresses my skin and strokes my arousal.
Finally, I finish with the last button. I shrug the fabric off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He sucks in a breath and that makes me tingle all over. I’m much swifter with the drawstring of the trousers. The satin falls with a swish to pool at my ankles.
Harry’s eyes linger on my very hard cock. He hasn’t even touched me and I’m already hard for him. He seems to appreciate that. A lot.
“Get on the bed,” he orders.
