“Maybe that’s why you like age play," he said.
Cringing, I turned away. “Please don’t psychoanalyze me, I was only rambling.”
“I’m not doing anything. Just saying.”
“Well, next you’ll be asking about my father, and that would ruin the mood entirely.” I hugged the sweater to cover up the twisty awfulness tightening in my tummy and studied Harvey’s bookshelf. It was packed with dark comedies, psychological games, and pseudo-dystopian stuff. They weren’t ideal for bedtime stores, though in Harvey’s voice, anything could be relaxing.
He rubbed my back. “I’m sorry. I won’t ask about your family, but youcantell me anything.”
My voice wobbled, though I tried to keep my tone somewhat upbeat. “I know. I’m just used to hiding some things. Or people judging me. Despite my complaining, I do love my family and I know they love me.”
“I get that.” After a beat, he squeezed my shoulder. “Would it help you to know that my family is incredibly boring? Dad’s a handyman and mom’s a secretary. They got married, had a baby, worked at the same place forever, and they’re happy. They’ve got their routine, but it was mind-numbing to me. My own dreams never really registered for them either. I got into an art show? ‘That’s nice, honey.’ I got a C? ‘Better get studying.’ Nothing mattered. They retold the same stories all the time. I felt like I was drowning in this stream of ordinary. No passion or anything. Then, I saw this guy with a piercing on TV. A musician. He was philosophizing, getting real about misery and ecstasy and finding meaning in everything. I guess it spoke to me, so I got a piercing.” He rolled his eyes and gestured to his face.
I giggled and bumped his side with my hip. “You gottwo.”
“Yep. But little did I know, lots of people would see them as an affront to wholesome, decent behavior. They thought I was a punk trying to pick a fight," he said.
"That's silly," I said. “You wouldn’t even throw a snowball at me.”
He cracked a smile. “You were too pretty. And weird, like me.”
“Stop.” I laughed, pushing his chest. “I’m proud of you for not taking out your piercings. They make you happy. They channel your energy, I think. And they accentuate how handsome your face is.” I traced the contours of his cheek. He was absurdly elegant. And those lips…those wide, slightly cracked, wonderful lips…
He kissed my fingertips and massaged my palm, easing love into my skin. “How about we put your sweater on the heater to help it dry?”
“Ah, yes. Problem solving. Good job.” I strode over and swooshed the sweater out over the vents. “I love that fresh-out-of-the-dryer feeling. Everything’s warm and cuddly and clean.”
Harvey wrapped his arms around me. “Well nowIwant that feeling.”
I waved at the heater. “There’s room if you want to put any of your clothing.”
He looked from me to the vents, his face slightly slack as he caught on to my implication. I arched an eyebrow and smiled.
“Troublemaker.” He whipped his shirt over his head and dropped it on the heater.
Santa,baby. Harvey was more appetizing than any sugar cookie. As Little as I could be, I was having some pretty Big feelings.
“I feel overdressed,” I said, playing with his waistband.
Harvey slid his hands under the back of my leggings. “We can fix that.”
25
On Top
Harvey squeezed my butt and led me backwards towards the bed, our lips indulging in eager kisses. Right as I was getting ready to flop onto the mattress, he spun me around and slid my leggings down.
Gasping, I propped my elbows on the mattress and wiggled my hips.
“Still so naughty.” Harvey pulled my hair enough to arch my spine and sucked hot kisses into my neck. “Do you like to be spanked like this, too?”
My thoughts all blurred into some happy variation of, “Yes,” which is what I said. I ground my butt against him, eager for more friction.
He smacked one cheek, then the other, sparking a steady beat of pleasure.
One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three, four, five.
Grunting, I rubbed my thighs together. “Harvey, please.”
