He smiled and reached for me, carefully pulling me close, his touch gentle and light, but consuming all the same. I pressed my forehead against his and searched his expression. “Why did you stay?”
“Because I wanted to.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
It was the reassurance I didn’t know I so badly needed. I kissed him, and my body came to life in ways that parts of it didn’t really want to. Heat flared in my veins, and my skin tingled. And as he deepened the kiss, shudders rippled through me.
My abdomen protested as I slid closer, but I hardly felt it as Harry met me halfway and eased me onto my back. His body covered me, but without his weight. His chest was a hairsbreadth from mine. So close, but not nearly close enough. I arched up and couldn’t bring myself to regret it as the heat of him seeped into me.
Harry gasped and I swallowed the tiny sound and scraped his lips with my teeth. I’d never kissed anyone like I kissed him. Never felt it in every dark corner of my body. I shivered again, and my dick hardened in the sweatpants that still smelled of him. I moved my hands to his waistband and pushed his loose joggers down his hips. When I opened my eyes, they were as low as they could be without the money shot, but it was still clear that Harry packed some heat.
I broke the kiss, desperate to touch him, but Harry laid his palm flat on my chest and held me down.
“Easy,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Could I take that literally? Being cooped up on my own had left me plenty of time to think about things I’d likely have ignored otherwise, and the fact that Harry’s time on the farm was dwindling had occurred to me more often than I cared to admit. With his hands gliding over my tender abdomen, it was hard to imagine that he wouldn’t be here in a few weeks’ time, but the fact remained that however close we became, it was temporary.
He kissed me again, more demanding than before. I dissolved into him, and it felt like hours had passed when he finally pulled away for real.
“I’d better get up,” he said. “I want to help Toby with the hay bales when he gets here.”
“Toby knows where the hay is kept?” The swift drop to reality made me chuckle. “That kid hasn’t fetched a bale since he got here.”
Harry smiled. “So I heard, but Emma made a list of all the jobs you do that someone else could do, and—uh—would it be the worst pun in the world if I said that he’d drawn the short straw?”
“Yes. It would be so fucking bad that I wouldn’t ask you to stay and put your dick in my mouth before you went downstairs.”
“Wow.” A flush stained Harry’s cheeks beneath his dark beard. “You’re feeling better.”
It wasn’t a question. And as I considered the statement, I realised that it was true. My stomach was sore, but it finally felt like a bruise, not the apocalypse, and the fatigue lacing my blood was no longer nauseating. “Is that a yes?”
“You didn’t ask me anything.”
I sat up on my elbows and held Harry’s gaze. “Lock the door.”
Harry propelled himself fluidly off the bed and to the door. As he flicked the tiny catch that could barely keep the cats out, the irony that in less than a day I’d gone from not wanting to sleep in this room to getting busy on Grandpa’s bed struck me funnier than it should have.
“What are you smirking at?” Harry came back to the bed and straddled my waist. “’Cause if you’re about to tell me you were taking the piss about having my dick in your mouth, we’re gonna have a problem.”
“You think I’d joke about that?”
Harry raised an eyebrow and we stared each other down. The truth was, despite a crazy connection that wouldn’t quit, we didn’t know each other at all when it came to sex. If you’d asked me after the first week, I’d have pegged him as a submissive bottom, but the way his gaze speared me now said otherwise.
Fuck. Images flashed through my mind, each one filthier than the last, and parts of me I’d assumed extinct roared to life. I fisted his T-shirt and yanked him down to my level. “I wouldn’t joke about it.”
Harry took my hand and pried it off him. “Good job I’m not laughing then, eh?”
I couldn’t argue with that. Didn’t want to. Harry shucked his trousers and underwear and then slid mine down my legs with a swift tug. His cock was as long and thick as I’d imagined. I swallowed and licked my lips. Could I take a dick that big? Would he want me to? Or would he stay exactly where he was and ride me? As Harry walked on his knees towards me, either way was equally terrifying, because whatever happened, this dude blew my damn mind.
Harry pressed the tip of his cock to my lips. I took him down my throat. He groaned, and his grip on the bed frame above my head tightened enough to make the wood crack, my breath catch, and my dick throb so hard I saw stars.
My stomach still wasn’t strong enough to hold me up for long, but it turned out not to matter as he fucked my mouth. Harry was a gentle soul—soft-spoken and kind—but a different man drove his cock down my throat. Urgent, demanding...dominant. How had it taken us so long to get to this point? As Harry reached behind himself to jack me, I had no idea.
His power over me in this moment was absolute. Rhythm, pace, grip, I was gone. I moaned around his dick, and my teeth scraped his shaft, spurring him on. His growls went right through me. I tilted my head back to let him thrust even deeper, and his rhythm on my cock faltered.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he guttered out.
