But it had never been clearer to me that I needed to end this marriage.
“Layna,” Harrison called, making me tilt my head up at the sky and sigh.
Of course he had to be the good guy and come to check on me.
My heart begged me to flee.
But there was no way I was outpacing him in the ice pick heels on my feet.
So I just let him rush up to me.
“Let me drive you back to… wherever you are heading.”
His hand went to the small of my back. The other arm raised to gesture toward a SUV.
He was going to make a big deal out of it, so I went ahead and just agreed.
The inside of this SUV was a little more upgraded than the one he had me use, with two separate TV screens and a barrier between the front and back seats.
He gave the hotel name to the driver before sliding the partition closed for privacy.
“I don’t want to talk,” I grumbled as I watched it slide closed.
“Good,” Harrison said, his hand teasing up the slit on my thigh. “I don’t want to talk either.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Could barely think straight all night when your legs kept peeking out of this dress,” he murmured in my ear as his fingers drifted up, up,up.
He leaned in, his warm breath tickling my neck, his lips not quite making contact, but making me ache for it all the more.
“And this neckline,” he said as his hand shifted away from my leg just as he almost met the apex and drifted up to tease up the bare skin between my breasts instead.
A shiver racked my system.
I knew I needed to tell him to stop, to push him away.
But my mouth was too busy letting out a soft moan as his fingers found my nipple through the dress. And my hands were too occupied by grabbing his arm as he teased me.
His head shifted, his lips pressing into my neck, and I knew there was no stopping this.
I reached for his wrist, pressing it back down my body, then between my thighs.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, fingers sliding exactly where I needed them. “Tell me where,” he said, already knowing, already there.
I bit my lip to hold back a moan as his finger worked my clit through my panties until I was rocking, until I was whimpering.
Only then did his hand slide under the material, working my clit until I was panting for breath, until every muscle was shaking in anticipation of release.
But he wouldn’t give it to me.
Not yet.
“No,” he said, hand sliding away, grabbing me by the back of the knee instead. “If you’re going to come, it’s going to be with my mouth.”
Then he pulled me until I was flat, and he was there, his hand yanking my panties to the side, and his lips and tongue working me.
And I melted into it, into him.
