He watches me for a few more seconds, then moves his eyes to my lips. When he lowers his mouth to cover mine once more, the kiss is slow. It’s sensual and teasing. I lift my pelvis up, hunting for contact between him and my aching core.
He continues to kiss me as he slides inside me, and we both moan. God, I’ve missed him. And this—I’ve really missed this connection. Harrison breaks the kiss and lifts himself enough to look me in the eye. Gazing at each other, watching the intensity of our pleasure in each other’s faces, is the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I love the filthy-mouthed Harrison I usually get, but this nearly silent version is just as hot. I’ve had sex before, but I’ve never made love until tonight.
I’m almost overwhelmed by the physical sensations and the magnitude of the emotions I’m feeling. When Harrison changes the angle of his body, he hitsthatplace,and I gasp. He grins, clearly aware he’s bringing me immense pleasure.
“I’m so close, Harrison.”
“Me too, babe. Come for me.”
I know I can relax and allow the orgasm to overtake me, but I want to try something first. I want to make him feel as spectacular as he makes me feel. So, using all of my strengthto hold off my orgasm, I perform a Kegel exercise while he’s moving inside of me.
Jesus! It feels sensational, and seeing his mouth open in surprise while his eyes widen, accompanied by a sexy growl, is enough to push me over the edge. My body erupts with pleasure so marvelous that light flashes behind my eyes. He comes seconds after I do, and I watch as stress melts off his face while he gives in to his climax.
When we’ve both descended from the heights our lovemaking took us to, I lay on his chest, our bodies tangled together. We’re basking in a post-orgasm bliss, and I’m at peace.
After several moments, I prop myself up on one of my elbows so I can see Harrison’s face. A beautiful smile graces his features.
“Hey,” I say quietly.
“Hey, back.” Harrison takes his hand that I’m not lying on and weaves it into my hair. His thumb strokes my temple with a gentleness that touches my heart.
“I love you, too. So much.”
His eyes turn brighten.
“Yeah?” Even on that one word, his voice cracks with emotion.
“Yeah, most definitely.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Delaney
It’s been several weeks since the day that changed the trajectory of our relationship. A lot has happened during that time. We’ve declared our relationship to HR. Harrison’s been with me to visit my mom several times and always insists on being the one to feed her ice cream. Oh, and we have ten-minute make-out sessions in his office during our lunch hour most days.
Now that Harrison knows about my mom, he understands why I have often been unavailable. I’ve been volunteering, running activities for Mom’s unit while the activities director, Taylor, is out on maternity leave. With Harrison’s new awareness of where I’ve been disappearing to, he tries to come and assist me when he can.
So, almost everything is great. We’ve also had several disagreements because Harrison now knows that I’ve been bartending most weekends. It’s not new. But since he has knowledge of it now, he hates it.
Last night was the first one we didn’t spend together in a while. We argued at the office, and we both needed a cooling-off period.
I shut the door to his office, and he has the audacity to grin at me like this is a social visit. When I slam the envelope onto his desk, I’m guessing he realizes it’s not.
“Are you out of your mind?” I try, but fail, to keep my voice down.
Harrison barely glances at the envelope on his desk and schools his facial expression, looking unbothered.
“I need to finish this email I’m working on. What’s wrong?”
“My pay went up by fifty percent; that’s what's wrong.”
He shrugs. “Doesn’t seem like a problem to me. You got a raise, congratulations. Maybe now you can quit bartending.”
Oh, my God. Is that what this is about? My anger rises.
“Well, I’m not going to.” I cross my arms over my chest, and his eyes drop to my boobs. “Stop it,” I hiss.
