A raspy moan ripped from deep in my throat, the sound making Harrison pull back to watch me as his hips ground against me again.
That rumble moved through his chest, a little darker, more feral. “That’s a good sound,” he said, his lips meeting my neck.
Want spread through my system, making me hook my legs around his lower back, my heels digging in as I used his body for leverage so I could rock restlessly against him.
His head lifted, his breath ghosting my cheek, warm and uneven, like he, too, was getting too caught up in the moment.
He watched me for a moment, eyes intense.
Then his head dipped again.
My lips tingled before he even touched them.
Then he muffled my growing moans as my hips writhed against him, driving myself up.
Harrison’s arms cinched around me as he pulled me away from the wall and walked me backward through the room.
He dropped down at the foot of the bed with me straddling him.
His hands glided down the slope of my back, sinking into my ass, then slipped lower still—over my thighs, my calves, before working the heels off my feet.
When they moved back upward, they started to gather the material of my black dress, sliding it up and off.
My skin felt too awake, every inch of skin he touched reacting faster than seemed possible.
“Arms up,” he murmured as he gathered the dress just under my breasts.
A shiver racked my body as I lifted my arms up straight in the air.
Harrison sucked in a breath so deep it shook his chest, then lifted the material free.
It fell, utterly forgotten, to the floor behind me.
“Fuck,” Harrison groaned as his gaze raked over my body—naked save for a pair of barely-there panties.
Want settled and spread, hot and insistent.
I felt dizzy by how the world narrowed to just him, to the way his blue eyes roamed over me, to how his fingers dug into my hips, as if he didn’t hold on, he would lose control of them.
The pause stretched—unbearable, electric.
Then, finally, his control snapped.
His hands moved.
Slid up.
Covered my breasts.
His touch wasn’t urgent. But not tentative either. Just sure—warm palms, steady pressure, and everything inside me started to tilt.
I swore I could feel him everywhere at once, the need a current coursing across every inch of skin.
My breath stumbled as his thumbs teased around my nipples, and I couldn’t quiet the sound that escaped my throat.
He circled, flicked, rolled until my hips were rocking restlessly and my moans filled the quiet room.
Only then did he knife up, turn, and roll me under him on the mattress.
