“Fuck.” He squeezed my butt before moving his hands over my skin, kneading my flesh as sweat pooled between our chests.
The familiar tingling started at the base of my spine. “Harrison,” I moaned.
Understanding my need, he brought his fingers to my clit and added pressure. The tingling grew stronger. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into him. He guided me with one hand on my hip, setting the pace he wanted, and I dug into him harder. Faster.
I was so close. He quickened the pace of his finger, and a second orgasm exploded over me.
“Yes,” I yelled, riding it out and loving his eyes on me as he watched me come—like my pleasure turned him on. Like it mattered.
He sucked my tongue as I moaned and rode out the spasms. I caught my breath, and his grip on me tightened. Then, flipping me onto my back, he stared down at me with hungry eyes.
“Goddamn.” He pressed his face into my shoulder. “You’re so fucking hot, Becca. Wrap your legs around me.”
I did and held on. His control snapped, and Harrisontookme. I closed my eyes and gripped his firm ass. Thrills shot through me as his muscles clenched. His breathing quickened. This wasn’t sexy or slow, it was rough and animalistic. My body hummed, and I arched my hips, taking more of him, wanting everything he gave me.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his thrusts slowing until he trembled. “I’m coming, shit.” His chest rumbled with a deep sigh of pleasure.
I wanted to bottle up that sound. It was so dirty and sexy.I slept with Harrison Cooper.
Holding himself up on his elbows, he pressed one kiss right in the center of my chest before rolling off and settling next to me on his back with his chest heaving. “Damn.”
“Uh-huh.” My heart raced like I’d sprinted a 5k.
As his breathing evened and my heart rate slowed, the high of being with him dissipated. Now my thoughts entered.Not good.
He reached over and set his hand on my hip, patting it. “You okay?”
“Yes.” My voice sounded off. “I should clean up and put clothes on.”
“Becs?”
“Yeah?” My face heated, and I had trouble keeping eye contact.
“No going shy on me.” Tight lines formed around his lips.
“Okay.”
“I mean it, Becca.” He squeezed my forearm, his lips hinting at a smile. “This was the best morning I’ve had in a long time, and I don’t want to assume, but I hope you enjoyed it, too.”
I swallowed my doubt and forced a fake smile. I did enjoy it, but I wondered if I’d made a horrible mistake. Getting hurt again wasn’t in my plan. But I kept those thoughts to myself.
“Of course.” I nodded. “Yeah, me too.”
“Want me to make some breakfast?”
“Sure, yeah.” My face heated as I pulled my shirt over my head. There was no dignified way to redress myself. “Can I use the shower?”
“Absolutely.” His tone held a twinge of concern. “There should be enough stored warm water for a quick one.”
I nodded. With my clothes bundled in my hands, I ran to his shower and turned it on. I didn’t want to waste any warm water, so I washed everything as fast as I could. I didn’t wash my hair because it would freeze—and it was then everything hit me.
We slept together.
This was outside my comfort zone in so many ways that it scared me. No playbook could guide me through this situation.
It’s just a fling. A blizzard-buddy fling.I repeated the words in my head as I braced myself to face him. I would do it. Be casual and flingy and cool. Yeah, for sure. I just had to make sure my mind, heart, and hormones all stayed on the same page. Easy-peasy.
CHAPTER TWELVE
