Yes… no… definitely no.
“Sorry,” I murmur. I pull my eyes away from him with effort and turn my focus to my hands clasped in front of me.
Strong fingers tilt my face back up and my attention is drawn once again to Harrison.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
My cheeks heat, and there’s a rebuke on the tip of my tongue, but the way he’s looking at me says how much he means his words, and the denial dies on my lips.
“Go out with me,” he demands.
I have to bite my tongue not to shout out yes. If I leave my body in charge, it’ll be a resounding yes. So much yes. My brain, however, is still conflicted. I’m currently kicking myself for carelessly letting Rita take my letter to whoever she’s matched me with. After kissing Harrison and the orgasm, I’m feeling wracked with guilt even as I feel undeniable attraction and desire.
Why does it feel like I’m cheating when I’ve never met the man Rita’s matched me with? He hasn’t even read my letter. I decide here and now to call Rita and have her shred my letter. It might be the wrong choice, but I want to see where this wild attraction to Harrison goes.
No… I don’t want… I need to see where it goes. I have a sneaking suspicion that this decision will end in my heart being hurt. Surely going into it knowing that he’s not my forever will help me keep it safe.
I can go on a date or two without falling for him. I’ve been on plenty of dates in the past and nothing has come of them. Granted, those dates were always horrible, and there wasn’t even a tenth of the attraction I feel for Harrison. In fact, I’ve never felt such an instant and crazy attraction to anyone. Definitely not any of the men I’ve met in the past. No one has kissed me with such passion and ownership.
I don’t know where this thing with Harrison might go, but I do know if I don’t explore it, I will always wonder. So, yeah, I’m doing this.
“Okay, I’ll go out with you.”
Harrison lets out what sounds like a relieved sigh. Almost as if he was holding his breath awaiting my response. He tugs me against him and kisses me in that possessive way of his. I meet him with just as much passion and need. Our tongues tangle, and our teeth crash together. His fingers wind in my hair and he tips my head, taking complete control of the moment. I moan into his mouth, loving the feeling of giving up control. Loving that he’s taking possession of me in this small way.
The car stops, and the driver clears his throat. I pull away from Harrison as if I’ve been scalded. I’m completely jarred from the moment, and I flush with embarrassment at losing myself in front of a stranger. It’s one thing to have a moment like that in a public elevator while alone, but in the car with another person watching is mortifying and completely unlike me.
Harrison climbs out of the car and reaches in to help me out. He tangles his fingers with mine and leads me into my building and to the old elevator I rarely use. I almost protest but then remember the passion from our last stolen moment in an elevator and follow his lead.
“What floor?”
I push the button for the fifth floor, and the old elevator lurches into action.
Harrison pushes me against the elevator wall, and before I have a chance to resist, his lips are on mine and I’m being devoured. His hands roam over my body, one big hand cupping my breast and teasing my nipple to a hard point with his thumb. I let out a hoarse moan as he teases me, amping me back up like he did earlier.
I bravely run my hands up and down his chest, wanting to feel his hard muscles. As our kissing intensifies, I grow bolder and move my hand lower until I’m rubbing against his thick erection. I rub his length, and he growls into my lips.
I love the sounds he makes as I touch him. I rub him harder and with more purpose. He pulls his lips away and rests his forehead against mine as he moans. I see the regret in his eyes when he gains some self-control and pulls my hand away. He leans in and kisses me long and hard, then moves his lips across my jaw to my ear. “I’m not going to come in my pants like some horny teenager. I’ll be coming in this tight pussy,” he growls.
His big hand cups my pussy and I rub against him wantonly, feeling entirely out of control. What is he doing to me? I whimper when the elevator clamors to a stop and the doors slide open. Harrison pulls me into the hallway, giving me a knowing look. I’m never going to be able to think of an elevator the same way again.
With a sigh of regret, I lead him to my front door. I unlock the door and turn to look up at him. Harrison is practically salivating. I have a feeling if I invited him in, he’d gladly come, and we would end up naked in my bed. I don’t know if I’m ready for that quite yet.
“I’ll pick you up at eight.”
I blink up at him in confusion. So soon? I thought I would have more time to get control of myself. “Tonight?”
He takes a step closer, closing the small space between us. “I can’t wait. I have to see you again,” he growls. “I need you.”
I nibble on my bottom lip, contemplating his words. Does he need me or just my body? He doesn’t even know me. How can he possibly need me for anything other than the physical? Do I care?
I really don’t think I do.
“Okay, see you at eight.”
Harrison leans in and gives me a soft, sweet kiss. It’s not the out-of-control passion of our previous kisses, but no less hot. This kiss makes my heart clench and the warmth of a different kind of desire to heat my body. I push those thoughts away. I would be stupid to let my heart get involved with a man like Harrison.
No, he’s the kind of man Zoe wanted for me. A hot guy to get me out of my slump. I’m the one who wants love and affection. Harrison is exactly what Zoe claims I need, and based on my reaction to him, maybe she’s right.
