“No,no.” She ran the pads of her fingers along the waistband of my pants. “But I’m ready for the main event.”
“Oh, you are, huh?” I moved my mouth back to hers, teasing her tongue with mine for long minutes.
Satisfied I’d tasted all of her exposed skin, I lifted her shirt over her head, tossed it to the floor and then stared down at her thin lacy bra. Her nipples poked through the fabric, making my mouth water.
She was gorgeous.
“Fucking hell, Becca.” I slid one strap off her shoulder, my body tight as a coil with need. Reaching around her slim rib cage, I undid her bra, releasing the most perfect set of breasts I had ever seen. Round and full, her perfect pink nipples sent a wave of desperation through me. Unable to wait a moment longer, I leaned forward and sucked one into my mouth.
“Harrison, oh my.” She dug her nails into my shoulders and wrapped her legs around me, trapping me against her.
My hands shook as I touched her, the slow and controlled pace I’d aimed for shot completely to hell. I moved fast, teasing and licking her breasts with the same fervor she’d displayed earlier. I moved down her chest, tasting her stomach, and groaned when my lips met the waistband of her pajama bottoms.
“You doing okay? You want me to stop?” I asked, praying she wouldn’t ask me to stop.
“I will literally die if you stop,” she said in a husky voice.
“We can’t have that, can we?” I chuckled against her warm skin and dipped my fingers into her sweatpants, slowly sliding them down her legs.
My mind raced with dirty thoughts… How would she sound? Would she cry out? Shake?
From somewhere in the house, a loud, shattering crash reverberated around us. I paused, my eyes meeting Becca’s wild ones.
“What was that?” she asked.
“Fuck.” I swallowed so loud that it clicked in the back of my throat. I didn’t want to stop. I really didn’t want to fucking stop. “I should check on it.”
Her gaze filled with understanding. “Of c-course. I’ll come with you.”
“Stay here by the fire.” I stood, adjusting myself in my pants andnotlooking at her sitting on the mattress, naked from the waist up.
Bad fucking timing.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BECCA
Flustered, turned on, and worried were a terrible combination. My poor body didn’t know how to react. Harrison had revved me up until I was seconds away from the release I wanted. But with his absence, common sense trickled back in.What am I doing? Him? Why?
Me? A fling?
My mind cackled at my dilemma. Boy, I was attracted to him. That wasn’t the issue.
Using only words to get me worked up? That was the hottest thing I’d experienced… ever. My skin still tingled from his talented mouth, but survival took precedence over orgasms. At least for today.
He’d disappeared a few minutes ago without any indication of what had happened.
I have to check on him.
“Damn it.” I layered up in all the clothes I could find, looking a tad Joey Tribbiani-ish when he put on every stitch of Chandler’s clothes.
Harrison had left the basement door open, and my eyes stung as the cold air blasted up the stairs.Dang, it’s cold.
“Harrison?”
He grunted, the sounds of metal clinking echoing up the stairs. “Yeah?”
“You okay down there? Need help?”
