So fucking hot. Sexy.
I watch as he sucks my clit, close to double vision. Intoxicating.
Finally, I push at his shoulders, needing him closer. Wanting his dick to fill me up. “Harris ...”
He shakes his head.
“Please!” I push at him again. “Fuck me.”
He hesitates. Moves, using my thigh to wipe his mouth before climbing back up my body, hard dick brushing against my leg.
Yes, yes, yes . . .
“Condom?” His rough voice wants to know, and I tilt my head toward the bedside table, pleased with myself for being prepared. A Girl Scout.
I pant as he tears the package open and slides it on. Giddy with anticipation. Mouth watering with need.
So hungry for his dick.
Greedy.
I almost laugh, but hold it in.
Harris presses a kiss to my collarbone, then my jaw, before finally reaching my lips.
“Still mad at me?” he murmurs, his breath warm against my mouth.
“No.” My own breath is a whimper, slipping out as he shifts, hitting that spot that has me seeing stars.
His lips curve into a delicious grin, teeth grazing my bottom lip before he bites down, just enough to sting.
“Good girl,” he says, his voice a rough, sinful rasp. “Because I’m not even close to being done with you.”
Good girl.
The way he says it—low and dark and dripping with arousal—makes my whole body clench around him, heat pooling low and tight as he starts to move again ...
He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, his thumb tracing along my bottom lip. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” So much.
Harris rocks into me,deeper,harder, making me gasp. “I know you do.”
If this is how he plans on apologizing, he can piss me off any time he wants.
Chapter 18
Harris
The first rays of morning light filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Lucy’s bedroom. I blink awake, momentarily disoriented, until the events of last night flood back.
She lies beside me, her hair a tousled halo on the pillow, her breathing steady and peaceful.
Naked.
I lean toward her and press a kiss to her nipple, tempted to suck on it.
My stomach rumbles, settling that debate.
