“If another window breaks, ignore it.” His dark gaze held mine. “I don’t care if the fucking roof falls, I need to kiss you again.”
I trembled at the fierceness in his voice, the promise in his words. I nodded and brought my mouth to his again, not caring about the consequences. I’d never felt so desired.
“You’re sure you want this, Becca?” he asked, husky and sexy and patient.
I admired his restraint because I had none. Zero. “Yes,” I said through clenched teeth. “Do you?”
“Without question.” He laughed, his breath tickling my face and sending a ripple of awareness straight between my legs.
Harrison slowly lifted the edge of my sweatshirt and shirt, sucking in a breath as he stared down at my breasts. My tight nipples poked the air, and he groaned before pinching them between his fingers. His touch lit me up.
“I need to see your chest,” I begged, my thoughts a horny mess.
“Happy to oblige.” Grabbing the hem of his own sweatshirt, he lifted it over his head and tossed it to the floor.
Oh boy.My mouth watered at the hard lines and muscles of his chest. I ran my fingers over his skin. His eyes flared, and grabbing my hand, he weaved our fingers together before ducking his head. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Oh,wow.” I arched my back as he swirled his tongue around each point before gently nipping them with his teeth. Electric pleasure raced through my veins, my mind spinning as control slipped further from reach. I wanted him, desperately.
My skin prickled with heat as his lips moved from my sensitive nipples, down the center of my cleavage, and past my belly button before pausing at my waistband. I panted, burning from the trail he’d left with his tongue.
He looked up at me, his long lashes framing his strong cheekbones. “Are you wet for me?”
So crass, so hot. I nodded. Words were impossible.
“I told you what I’d do, didn’t I?” He licked his lips and gently pulled down my sweatpants, leaving me in black panties. “Becca…” He made a tsk sound. “You told me sexy underwear wasn’t until the third date. You lied. These aresexy.” He groaned before dipping down and sliding the fabric to the side.
“Oh my.”
“Yup. Wet for me.” Something like a growl came from his throat as he brought his mouth to my inner thighs. He licked and kissed the perimeter around my center, never quite touching the spot I needed him most.
“Perfect.”
Flattening his tongue, he took one long stroke against my center.
Stars danced behind my eyes as I clutched the blankets. With each flick of his tongue, pleasure teased my core. He swirled and sucked, fast at first and then slower before slipping one finger inside me. The pleasure was almost painful, and an orgasm was building. Seconds later, he joined a second finger with the first, stretching me and adding exactly the pressure I craved. I arched my hips, rocking closer to his face. My hands moved to his head, holding him in place.
Yes. My goodness.
“More,” I begged, not caring about anything besides my growing orgasm.
“Needy.” We were so close I could feel his smile against me. “I fucking love it.”
He took his time, speeding up and then slowing down each time my orgasm neared. His stubbled jaw rubbed against my thighs, and my body jerked as the feeling intensified. Moreeverything.
“I’m so close.” I moaned, grabbing his hand and pulling it toward me, ready for him to join me.
Refusing to be rushed, Harrison didn’t budge. Instead he flicked his tongue harder against my core. He held me tight against his mouth, sucking with exactly the pressure I needed until my nerves caught fire. Pleasure burst through me, white-hot and bright. My body convulsed, my orgasm hitting so fast and hard my toes curled and lights danced behind my eyes.
“Harrison…yes.”
My heart pounded so hard I thought it might beat right out of my chest. He’d made me come with his mouth, giving me the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced. The pleasure lingered, and my legs trembled with aftershocks.
“Whoa.”
“I could eat you all damn day.” He licked his lips and stared at me with nothing but hunger in his green eyes.
Holy bologna.
