Liking him was out of the question. It didn’t align with my head or the blizzard-buddy plan.
“I’m gonna prepare some food. You keep your cute butt here.” He released me and gave my wrist a light squeeze before heading into the kitchen.
Food sounded great after getting what the girls calledthe spins, and I scowled at the whiskey glass. Whiskey was the real villain of the story.
Jerk face.
“You’re dangerous.” I glared at the glass.
“You talking to the whiskey or…?”
“Yes.” I nodded, unashamed. “He’s dangerous with his smooth taste and honey-colored looks. He’s a lot like you.”
Harrison arched a brow and handed me a bunch of crackers. “I don’t recall you getting this buzzed from a glass of wine.”
“Wine is in my blood. Whiskey is not.” I shoved a couple crackers into my mouth, making sure I kept my mouth closed as I chewed. Loud-mouth eaters should be banned from eating, and I refused to be one of them. “Thanks for the snack.”
“Eat more.”
He watched me as I ate more crackers, finished an entire bottle of water,andan entire bag of chips. It wasn’t my sexiest moment. But to be fair, the bag was only half-full.
“Wow, I feel like my brain is back in its rightful place.” I relaxed onto the mattress and snuck a glance at Harrison. His hair had fallen over his forehead and one dimple teased the side of his face. God, he was so pretty and rough. But it was the playful smirk that had my heart racing.
“Did I entertain you?”
“Wildly.” He trailed his fingers down my jaw and over my neck before resting them on my shoulder. “Hate to say it, but you’re officially cut off from the whiskey.”
“That’s fair.” I laughed, but regret was already setting in as my buzz disappeared.The things I said! How horrifying!“So about the ass thing…”
“What about it?” He practically bounced with amusement.
I shoved him, and he fell to the mattress, yanking me with him so I landed on his chest. Gliding his hands from my arms to my waist, he teased the waistline of my sweatpants before slipping his hands inside and grabbing both of my butt cheeks. “You’re sure you’re feeling okay?”
“Yup.” I ground into him as he kneaded my skin.
Blizzard buddy. No feelings. JUST SEX.I mentally yelled the words to myself in all caps.
Heat spread to my core, and without discussing our expiration date, I wanted to take advantage. “Don’t get too carried away yet. I want time to exploreyou.”
“Yeah?” His lips moved toward mine, the hint of whiskey on his breath enticing me. “How about this? I get ten minutes massaging you, and if you haven’t come by then, you can take a turn on me.”
I gulped, my body burning hot at his words. “I go first.”
“That is my intention, Becca. I want to make you come first.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
HARRISON
Becca’s back was sexy with the perfect combination of muscles and curves. When had I ever been this fascinated by a woman? It wasn’t just her body though; her personality and insight were incredible. I trailed my fingers over her bare spine, continuing toward her ass, and pressed lightly on the two dimples at the base. She squirmed beneath me, and I chuckled. “Does this feel alright?”
“Yes,” she said, her words muffled by the pillow. “Eight minutes left, buddy.”
Buddy? Oh, hell no.
While I appreciated her desperation to touch and explore my body, this was about making her feel good. She had no idea what her positivity and advice did to me. It woke up a part of me that had been dormant for a while.
“Eight minutes is plenty of time to make you feel good.” I brought my hands back up to her waist and teased her sides.
