I lifted my eyes to his and sucked in a breath at how intense his stare was.
"Iwasinto you. Believe me, I'd spent many a time hopping into a cold shower as a hormonal teenage boy thinking about you."
Although his words sent a shiver of excitement to my heart, it was clouded over by a heavy rock of disappointment. I let my eyes drop again and stared quietly at his hands.
I didn't know how to respond to his revelation. I was so confused. If he was so into me, why didn't he just tell me? Or better yet, stop bullying me? I knew that he felt a lot of social pressure and suffered from pent-up anger within himself over his mom's abandonment, but I still wished he had found another outlet for his frustrations.
"Hey." He squeezed my hands gently.
I lifted soulful blue eyes; my mouth turned down in disappointment. "I just wish you handled things better when we were kids."
"I wish that, too. More than anything." He lifted my hands to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the back of each.
Before he could say more, Zara appeared with our drinks and fries.
"Your mains will be here soon," she told us before sashaying away.
Harrison lifted his glass, his eyes a little muted after our heavy conversation. "To us, baby."
I clinked my drink against his. "I'll drink to that."
Our food arrived soon after, and we eagerly dug into the delicious meal. Harrison only had one beer that night, while I took advantage of a welcome night out with sexy company by ordering three wines. It took a lot for me to get plastered, but I had a nice, warm buzz going.
Harrison was entertaining company. We talked about our respective work, our goals for the future, the places we had traveled to, and the places we wanted to go. We were both eager to visit New Zealand—I had Middle Earth on my bucket list, and Harrison wanted to take advantage of the country's extreme sports.
As the night wore on, glances lingered and touches turned into caresses. A foot may or may not have traveled the length of someone's ankle and calf. I did have my eye on an apple pie with ice cream for dessert, but after our bold foreplay, I was eager for the food portion of our date to end.
And the carnal part to start.
Harrison's door slammed with a force, and my back was hurriedly shoved against it. Our mouths were fused, eating at each other's lips in a soul-searing kiss.
His hands palmed my ass before he lifted me effortlessly up against his chest. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and my hands were buried in his hair as I sucked greedily on his tongue.
All our pent-up sexual tension and flirting had finally bubbled over before it exploded in a hot and heavy makeout session in the restaurant carpark. I had practically climbed the center console in my desperation to feel him.
He, too, had trouble keeping his hands off me, as evidenced by the finger marks on my thighs as his long, thick digits climbed higher and higher, teasing the edges of my damp panties.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he had groaned before I spread my legs wider, silently inviting him further access to my wet pussy. His rough fingers had sought out the dampness that had gathered in my wet hole while his thumb rubbed my clit.
I reached down to grab his cock before he pulled back, panting heavily.
"Hey, no fair," I breathed. I reached for his hard length again, but he continued to hold my hand off.
"Not here, baby." His hair was disheveled, and his lips were wet and swollen. I was sure my appearance matched his.
In that moment of pause, I realized where we were—still in the parking lot of Soul. I blushed as it dawned on me that anyone who happened to stroll by could glance in and see two bodies going at it. First, a public display at a bar, and now this. I was beginning to question whether I wasn't a secret exhibitionist. Or maybe it was just Harrison's influence.
"I want to be with you, Gracie," Harrison looked at me with need and passion swirling in his brown depths. He leaned his forehead against mine. "Do you want to be with me?"
I knew he was asking for more than just to sleep with him tonight. He was asking for so much more—more than just tonight.
I was enthralled by the passionate longing I spied swimming in the depths of his gaze. His breaths puffed against my lips as he waited with a clenched jaw on my response.
I knew what my answer would be.
Fuck our high school days, fuck the past, fuck the fact that I lived in California. Fuck everything but what was happening right now.
"Take me back to yours, Harry," I whispered. "I want to be with you. I want your hard cock in my wet pussy."
