“God, the amount of times I’ve—” He cut himself off, lips quirking into one of those delicious, naughty grins as his eyes came up to mine. “Do you actually want the details?”
My voice got stuck somewhere inside, but I nodded, inching forward on the couch a bit to encourage those freaking hands to rise higher. Harrison glanced right at that most intimate part, finally bringing his fingers to my entrance before he lifted his gaze back to mine.
Casual as anything, he kept talking as he sat on his knees by my feet, his fingers sliding into me and bringing me to the brink of madness. “I wanted you from the word go, Aurelia. You’re fucking stunning and so smart, and then I had you here, and it was so easy to talk to you, and the lights went out. The places my mind went.”
He let out a chuckle as his thumb brushed over my clit. An actual whimper escaped me as my hips started rocking. It felt like he was lulling me into some kind of turned-on trance between his voice and his fingers, and I couldn’t say I minded it at all.
“Come for me, baby. Make all those dirty fantasies come true. Then I’ll take you upstairs and make love to you, and we’ll fall asleep together. In our bed.”
Somewhere in the back of mind, I was aware of the fact that he’d said the L-word, but I was too far gone to care about semantics or context. My eyes slid shut, my head dropping back against the couch. The next thing I knew, that wicked mouth was on me, licking through my folds and doing all the things my own dirty fantasies had been centered around since that very first time he’d done this to me.
My orgasm started as a slow build, but he didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry. His fingers slid into me, his tongue and teeth doing all kinds of unspeakable things until finally the dam broke and I came, grabbing his hair just for something to anchor me as pleasure splintered me apart.
In the aftermath, my eyes stayed closed, but I heard the low groan that came out of him. I felt him picking me up. One arm slid under my shoulders and the other under my knees, lifting me like I weighed nothing.
He cradled me against his chest. His still fully clothed chest, I realized belatedly, and he carried me up to his bedroom just like he’d promised. I only managed to open my eyes when he set me down, but I was surprised by the force of the need burning in his eyes when I looked at him again.
As he steadied me on my feet, I didn’t say a word but I finally got started on the buttons of his shirt. I undid them one by one, then pushed the garment off his shoulders and lowered my hands to his waistband. A quick glance at his feet told me he’dkicked off his shoes at some point, probably downstairs while I’d been blissed out, and it took me no time at all to lift his waistband and his underwear over his thick erection, lowering them until they fell easily to his feet.
He stepped out of them, arm extending toward me to pull me to him, but I held his gaze and shook my head, pushing him onto the bed by his shoulders instead. He must have gone willingly because there was no way I’d pushed this guy hard enough to actually make him sit down, let alone lie down. Harrison spread out on the mattress, his beautiful body stretching out as he watched me with dark, curious eyes.
“Condom?” I asked quietly, my voice cracking from disuse and all my panting downstairs.
He jerked his head to the nightstand. “Top drawer.”
I moved over to it, sliding the drawer open and immediately spotting the box nestled between knick-knacks, more watches, and a bottle of lube. Picking up the condom and the lube, I held the bottle up at him and cocked my head in question.
That wicked smirk spread across his lips again. “There was a lot of fantasizing. I already told you that. Lubrication is key.”
It really dawned on me in that moment exactly what he’d meant downstairs and my eyes widened, even as my body hummed back to life. “You mean you’ve…”
“Too many times to count.” He watched as I crawled onto the mattress on my knees, tore open the condom, and rolled it on. A low moan slid out of him and he dropped his head back on the bed. “You’ve got to know it’s bad when even that feels too good.”
“Has the reality been better than the daydreams?” I asked, straddling him and doing my best to look like I actually knew what I was doing as I lined him up with my entrance. “I mean…”
Harrison sat up again, that broad chest heaving. He tangled his fingers into my hair and pulled me closer, lips movingagainst mine before he claimed them. “The reality has been everything.”
I sank down on him as he kissed me, wondering why everything he said and did always seemed to be exactly right. After another spectacular orgasm and fully getting to see his face when he came, he pulled me into his arms and tucked me against him. I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat evening out under my ear.
I woke up the next morning to him rolling over to face me, propping himself up on his elbow and his handsome face resting in his open palm. “Let’s get married on my family’s estate.”
“What?” I blinked hard, wondering for a moment if I was still dreaming. There was a smile in his lazy, sleepy eyes though, his fingers drawing circles on my hip. “What are you talking about?”
“Let’s host our own surprise wedding on Christmas Eve at the estate,” he repeated. “I’m going to be honest here. We don’t have time to plan anything in New York, and since I haven’t responded to anyone who’s come back to me about a venue with everything else going on, it’s too late now.”
I looked into his eyes and realized I would marry him anytime, anywhere. Somewhere along the line, the man had become my best friend, my confidant, my partner in business—and crime—and I wanted to addhusbandto that list.
“Okay,” I agreed, then rolled onto my back and dropped my forearm over my eyes. “But if you seriously want to plan a whole surprise wedding ourselves in just a few days, then you’d better go make me some coffee. We’re not going to get anywhere without adding a whole lot of caffeine to the mix.”
CHAPTER 37
HARRISON
I hadn’t thoughtengaged blisswas an actual thing until it happened to us. Days slipped by in a haze of lazy mornings, shared coffee she had to make because of her impossible but beloved espresso machine, and late nights spent exploring each other’s bodies until neither of us could keep our eyes open anymore.
We finally left the townhouse to go on an unconventional shopping trip—her name for it, not mine.
Really, it was just a polite way of saying she was dragging me with her to a bridal boutique like it was the most normal thing in the world.
