“Mmmm.” I nuzzled in that soft crease where his ass met his thigh and licked along the seam of the briefs. His cock jerked and swelled further inside the underwear.
“Come on.” The pleading in his voice had me smiling. Harlan was not a man to beg, but he would tonight if I had my way.
“Nuh-uh. Not gonna rush.” I stood and held out my hand. “Let’s go to bed.” He took my hand, and I pulled him into the circle of my arms. The heat of his skin, his rapid breathing and trembling, sent a dizzy ache of pleasure rolling through me. I cupped his ass and pressed him hard against me, loving the deep groan of satisfaction that escaped his lips. “Not an inch of light between us, see?”
Harlan chuckled. “Right now, my skin wants to be naked against your skin, so let’s move it, cowboy.”
I picked him up and tossed him over my shoulder, laughing out loud at his indignant yelp. “Now, now. Simmer down.” Still laughing and ignoring his cursing me under his breath, I carried him into the bedroom.
“Put me down.”
I dumped him on the bed, the look of outrage on his face priceless. “Didn’t your mama ever teach you not to curse with that pretty mouth? You need it washed out with soap.” I kissed his smile.
“My mother didn’t teach me anything. Now take off your clothes.”
As he spoke, he stripped out of his shirt and underwear, and I ogled his long limbs and reddened cock lying flat up against his belly.
“Lord, you are a sight, even with that bossy mouth of yours.” I tore off my clothes and joined him on the bed. He pounced on me, kissing me breathless. My head spun, and I clung to him.
“That’s the second time you’ve mentioned my mouth. I think you have an oral fixation.”
“You may be right, so stop talkin’ and lemme have a taste.” I dived right in, sucking his sweet tongue, hearing his squeak of surprise, then his sigh of pleasure as he slid his arms around my neck and melted against me.
My hands slid up the warm skin of his back and held him in place as I licked, sucked, and nibbled at that mouth I couldn’t get enough of. That teasing tongue, those wicked soft lips, blinded me with lust. I felt like I could taste the colors of Harlan—pink for his lips, red for his tongue, golden for all that soft skin.
“Cort, Cort, please.” Harlan wriggled against me, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other.
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”
He sat up beneath me, lips reddened, eyes wild and hungry. “I want you. Inside me.”
“Why? I wanna hear it. Tell me.”
“Because I love you, dammit.” He reached out and touched my face. “I love you,” he said, softer now, his eyes luminous. “I’ve never said that to anyone before and meant it.”
“I love you too.”
“And I need you. You make me a better person. You’ve been the heaven to my hell. You make all the hurt disappear.”
The lightness inside me might’ve been from Harlan’s declaration, but I felt it was more like my heart leaving my body to join his. From the beginning, Harlan had needed me, and I felt important. Not like a second-stringer, being used only until something better came along. I was the better man for Harlan. I was his choice.
“I need you too.”
“And right now, I need you inside me ’cause I’m fucking dying here from all this sweet talk.”
That was my Harlan—one moment so sweetly romantic, he’d set your blood on fire and your toes curling, and the next, brittle-edged and sharp-tongued. But I knew why. Fear.
“I got you.” I pushed his legs up to his shoulders and admired the view. “As pretty down here as you are upstairs.” I ran my tongue down his crack, loving the whimpers, pants, and stream of curses coming from Harlan. “Feel good?”
“Just do it.” He reached out a hand. “Please?”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about where my tongue was, or if he wanted to hold my hand. I was pretty sure Harlan was not a handholding kind of guy, so I continued to lick him, soft swipes across his quivering hole while I rubbed my hands over the marble-smooth globes of his ass. Listening to his sweet little cries and moans, inhaling the warm scent of his skin.
“Cort,” he gasped. “Take it.”
I raised my head and saw his hand waving in the air, so I grabbed it. He held on tight, digging his nails into my palm, but I barely felt them. Harlan needed a connection with me, and I was ready to give it to him.
“I got you. I got you, and I ain’t letting go.”
