In the aftermath, I was shaky and tingling as Harrison released me and kissed his way back up my stomach, my chest, and finally, my neck.
This time, when I tugged at his jacket, he let me push it off his shoulders.
My greedy hands worked his buttons free next as his tongue and teeth grazed the shell of my ear.
I was desperate for the feel of him, dragging his chest to mine after the shirt fell away. A whimper escaped me at the press of him.
He groaned at the feel of my breasts beneath him as my hands trailed down his back, up his sides, then reached between us, palming his length through his slacks.
His hips bucked instinctively, aching for more.
I worked his belt loose, then his button and zipper free, before reaching inside to touch him without the barrier.
His curse tangled with my needy moan when my hand closed around his length and stroked.
His breath hitched as my finger stroked across the tip of him before slipping back down.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his breath on my ear.
A whimper escaped me.
But he needed the words.
I pushed down his pants and pulled him against me, his length against my cleft.
“I want you inside me,” I said, my lips on his ear.
His body shook at my words as he rocked against me. Once. Twice. Three times.
Until I was moaning and writhing.
Only then did he pull back.
The cool air washed across my overheated skin as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet, then inside that for protection.
His heated gaze was on mine as he made quick work of the task before coming over me.
My skin felt like gasoline, his body the match.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re making it hard to keep control,” he said, teeth nipping my lower lip.
“So don’t,” I said, wrapping him up with my arms and legs, my heels digging into his ass, driving him tighter against me.
That rumbling growl moved through Harrison as he pulled back, his gaze on mine as his hips shifted, pulled back, then surged forward.
My throaty moan rolled out from somewhere deep at the thick stretch of him sliding inside me.
A shudder racked Harrison, equally affected as he stilled inside me, his forehead pressing to mine as he drew in a shaky breath.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, hips bucking just a little deeper, dragging a throaty sound from me.
“Harrison,” I whimpered, hips rocking, heels digging into his ass, desperate for the movement, for the friction my body craved. “Please.”
A sound rolled through his chest as he slowly slid back, then paused, his intense gaze on mine.
“I want you to remember this,” he said, thrusting deep, the pleasure scorching hot, making his words immediately come true. I’d never forget.
It was pure instinct then, limitless sensation.
