His answer was so long in coming that I didn’t think he was going to respond at all.
Then, finally, his voice low, he said, “I was hoping for another chance.”
“A chance for what?”
There was another long pause.
“To show you what we found in Vegas.”
There was a tug in my chest at that. Not because there was any memory that surfaced, but at the clear hope in his voice.
“I… just wanted a couple of days away from it all,” I admitted.
“I should have respected that.”
“If you had, you wouldn’t have gotten the pleasure of getting into a street fight,” I teased, turning over to shoot him a smile.
“Even though you didn’t need to be saved,” he said.
“Exactly.”
I watched him for a long moment, my mind and body at complete odds.
“There is one thing I do remember being good about Vegas,” I said.
“Oh, yeah?” he asked, tone casual, not picking up on the heat sparking off every inch of my skin.
“Yeah,” I said, shifting up on my knees and moving to straddle him.
His hands lifted automatically, settling on my hips as I dropped down on him.
Apparently, it wasn’t just me who’d been wrestling with their desire since getting into bed.
Beneath me, Harrison was already hard, straining against his boxer briefs.
There was no stopping myself from dropping down, from shifting until his length pressed against the core of me.
His hips bucked upward instinctively, dragging a low moan out of me.
I hadn’t changed my mind.
I didn’t want to give him forever.
But we could have this.
Just one last time.
My hips rocked, making both of us gasp at the much-needed friction.
Harrison’s fingers tightened on my hips as his own bucked up against me, making a choked whimper burst from my lips.
“I remember this being good in Vegas too,” he agreed, fingers teasing up under my shirt. “And in the city.”
My blood warmed at those memories, in anticipation, as he sat up, taking my shirt up and off, then touching me without the barrier.
I swear each touch rewrote my awareness of my own body.
Want stirred, a lazy curl beneath my skin that spread and grew as his hands drifted over my ribs, traced the edge of my bra, then, finally, worked the clasp free and tossed it to the side.
