With my eyes fixed on hers, I lift my glass of Macallan—because I’m not drinking that cheap shit—and take a drink. Relief floods her face as her features relax. But then, she bites her lower lip, and presses her fingers against her eyes. I’m out of my seat in an instant.
When I reach her, she spins on her barstool and practically falls into my arms. I hold her close to me, cradling the back of her head with one hand and kissing the side of her head. I move my mouth near her ear.
“Please don’t be sad, Bets. It breaks my heart. I love you. I love you so fucking much sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe without you. I don’t know why you’re here, but I’m praying it’s a good thing.”
She pulls back, and her flushed face is so beautiful as she looks up into my eyes. “I love you, too. That’s why I’m here. I’ve been missing you so much. I was afraid to let you back in. Afraid you’d hurt me, but I’m more scared of living a life without you in it.”
I lean my forehead against hers. “What do you wanna do, Bets? Do you want to stay down here? Or we can go to my suite and talk? We can have wine or whiskey sent up. Have you eaten? I could order?—”
Her lips press against mine, and at first, it’s soft, but when a whimper causes her mouth to open a tiny bit, I take advantage of the opportunity to deepen the kiss. She opens up more for me, and we get lost in each other for a moment.
When she withdraws some, she whispers near my ear, “Your room, please.”
I don’t release my arm from around her waist while I signal the bartender, pay my tab, and order a bottle of Macallan and a charcuterie tray for delivery in thirty minutes—not before. After that, I help her stand and take her hand. I’m leading her out of the bar when one lady sitting near us tosses Delaney a “Get that, girl,” which makes her chuckle.
Thank God we’re alone in the elevator on the way up to the suite because we can’t keep our hands off each other. The only thing that’s kept my mouth off the parts of her I really want to get to is that I’m not willing to risk anyone seeing any part of her on security cameras.
When we get back to the room, we’re barely inside, and clothes are already flying off. If I’m reading her right, she’s not looking for slow and sweet right now.
“Tell me what you want, Bets,” I speak the words between peppered kisses on her jaw and throat.
“Everything and right now. I need you inside me, and I want your…”
“What, baby? You can tell me. Whatever you want, I’ll give you.” I run my tongue along her collarbone, and she moans.
“I want your dirty talk. God, I’ve missed hearing you talk to me when you?—”
“When I fuck you? Is that what you miss? When I tell you I’m desperate to get inside that wet pussy of yours? To feel my cock fully seated in you?”
“Uh-huh. Yes,” she pants. “Please, Harrison.”
Her jeans are now off, and I hike her leg up and slide her panties aside. Then, I slip two fingers inside her. Her ensuing moan is my reward, and I lower my mouth to her breast and draw her nipple in. First, sucking and licking, then taking it between my teeth with just a little pressure, exactly like I know she loves. She’s making the hottest fucking sounds and riding my hand, and I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Within seconds, she’s coming all over my fingers. When she seems to come down from what I plan to be her first of many orgasms tonight, I slide my boxer briefs off.
“Are you ready to take my cock now, Bets?”
“Yes, please.” That’s all I need to hear, and I’m sliding my dick into her all at once. I fuck her up against the wall, holding off my orgasm until she’s screaming my name with pleasure as she climaxes once more. Once I hear that, it sets me off, and I come inside her harder than I think I’ve ever come in my life.
We’re settling down from our orgasms, my cock still in her pussy, when a knock on the door makes her jump. I chuckle.
“Room service,” someone calls from the other side.
“Be right there,” I respond. I look at her, and she looks perfectly sated. “Do you want to jump in the shower, and I’ll get this inside and set up, then meet you there?”
She nods, and when I slip out of her body, she whimpers. When she’s left the room for the bathroom, I slip on my pants from the day and open the door. After the attendant gets the cart in and settled, all without directly looking at Delaney’s bra and panties and the rest of my clothes lying on the floor, I pass him a hundred-dollar bill, and he leaves.
After we’ve showered, I throw on boxer briefs, and she puts on panties and one of my T-shirts. We snuggle on the couch and nurse delicious whiskey. We spend hours talking, and I alternate between planning to kick Holden’s ass for blabbing and wanting to hug him for it at the same time. It helped bring her back to me, after all.
When we go to bed, we’re both exhausted. But when she nestles up against my body to sleep, my cock is hard almost instantly, and she moans as she rubs her ass against me. The next thing I know, we’rewideawake. This time, things go slow; we take our time and let our love for each other guide our bodies.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Three weeks later…
Harrison
“Slow down, Ladybug. We just ordered, so we’ll have to wait anyway. Might as well enjoy the walk outside while we eat our ice cream cones.” I take another lick of my butter pecan, and I’m convinced Layla’s wearing more of the strawberry ice cream on her face than is making it into her mouth.
A few minutes later, we arrive at the pizza parlor and slide through the door. The pleasing aroma of warm dough baking, garlic, and Italian spices fills the air. We step up to the to-go counter, and I inform the teenager working there that we’re here to pick up our order when it’s ready.
