Harlan releases me and slides his fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends. I don’t let him move any farther. Instead, I reach up and cup his cheek. His eyes search mine as we stare at one another in silence.
“Watching you, knowing you aren’t mine to have.”
Sliding my thumb along his bottom lip, I can only say one word, and it comes out in a whisper.
“Please.”
HARLAN
That single word.
Please.
It does something to me.
It tips me over the edge completely. It snaps something or maybe breaks something inside me. I’m not sure which, and I don’t have the time to analyze it because in the next instant, Lola-Mae reaches for my shirt and tugs it out of my waistband.
When I lift my arms, she tugs my shirt over my head. Reaching for her hips, I grip her there, picking her up before I set her ass on the edge of the counter. I slam my mouth against hers again in a hard kiss.
She fucking consumes me.
Her hands press against my chest, her nails digging into my flesh now that my shirt is gone. I tear my mouth from hers and let my lips travel across her jawline then down her neck, stopping to suck on the skin where her shoulder and neck meet.
The country music is still playing in the background, but the song doesn’t even register. It’s just music that the blood roaring through my veins drowns out.
Just like my note said, this is seriously a fantasy.
Her, in my kitchen, nineties country, and me on the verge of being inside her. I don’t think that I could have ever thought to dream of this moment. I haven’t been with anyone in a while, since before my entire family passed away, leaving me alone. I’ve closed myself off from the world.
Lola-Mae has opened my eyes and maybe even my heart. Slipping my hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, I cup her center. She’s warm and wet. Fucking perfection. I wish I could be inside her right this minute.
Her breath hitches at the same time I clench my jaw. Stifling back a groan, I slip my fingers inside her, feeling her warmth. Curling my fingers before I make a come-hither motion, I press my thumb against her clit.
Lola-Mae whimpers, her head falling back slightly, her nails scoring my skin. I work between her legs. Moving my fingers inside her then shifting to focus on her clit before going back tobeing inside her. Over and over until she climbs so damn high that she’s about to fall over the edge.
But I don’t want her to come yet.
I need to be inside her. I force myself to slip my hand from between her legs. She sucks in a breath as her head straightens and her eyes widen as they meet mine. She opens her mouth to say something, but I only shake my head once. My hands move along my belt, unbuckling it before I shove my jeans down.
We stare at one another.
Unmoving, unspeaking, for a long moment.
Then, as if something snaps between us, she shimmies her shorts down her legs and spreads for me, welcoming me. Kicking off my jeans, I close the distance between us, aligning the head of my cock with her center. The moment I feel her wet heat, her hands grip my shoulders and she pulls me closer.
I bury myself inside her, then I pause.
Home.
Complete.
Mine.
Chapter Eleven
LOLA-MAE
His arms wraparound me as he buries his face in my neck and slams inside me one last time before he comes. My eyes slide closed as I let out a long exhale.
