“Okay.” I smile wide, instantly awake and excited to see him. “See you soon.”
I rush to brush my teeth, just in case. True to his word, Harrison knocks on my door less than ten minutes later. Harrison looks exhausted. His hair is mussed like he’s spent half the day running his hands through it. His tie is missing, and the first several buttons on his shirt are undone. He looks rumpled and sexier than ever. When he smiles at seeing me, that tiredness seems to disappear. Then his eyes look down, and he takes in my outfit—or lack thereof.
He gives me a heated look, then growls lowly and pushes me inside my apartment, kicking the door closed behind him.
“Never answer the door like this again.”
I smirk at the sensual threat in his tone. “And why pray tell not?”
Harrison tugs me into his arms. “I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine but me.”
“Yours?” I ask, breathless.
“Oh, yes, angel… allmine.”
His lips crash down to mine, kissing me like he wants to crawl inside me. Our tongues tangle in an erotic dance that has my nipples pebbling and my pussy dampening. I slowly start to undo the remainder of the buttons on his shirt, exposing his cut muscles. I don’t resist the temptation to touch him.
“Ah, baby, you’re driving me crazy.”
“I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry.” I press a kiss to his chest, moving my hands down to his hips and around to his hard abs. I love the feel of his skin. He’s hot and hard in all the right ways. He’s got a smattering of hair on his chest and a trail from his belly button down inside his pants. I run my hands back up to his shoulders and push his shirt off… the material has barely hit the floor before he’s got me picked up in his arms.
He lifts me off my feet with a firm hand on my ass. I quickly wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. Our lips find each other again in a dueling kiss. I break away, my breaths coming in heaving pants. “You like manhandling me.”
“I do,” he says with a possessive growl. “Bedroom?”
“Down the hall on the left.” I gasp as his fingers trail between my bottom cheeks, and I squirm against his erection. He carries me to the bedroom, then sets me back on my feet. My body slides down his feeling every hard muscle and groove against my beaded nipples.
My head falls back on a moan when Harrison cups my breasts with his big hands. He pinches my nipples, and I gasp. I work open his belt and focus on his pants. I push my handinside, feeling his hard length, thick and ready. Before I even get the first stroke, he pulls my hand away and pins both of my hands to my sides.
“Not what I came here for,” he growls.
My lip pops out in a pout. I’m worked up and needy. Ever since the first kiss—that first elevator ride—I’ve been on edge. Every time I think about him, I get hot and wet.
“None of that, angel. We’re both wiped,” he runs his thumb under my eye where I know dark circles live.
I can’t stop the feeling of rejection from sweeping through me. Why doesn’t he want me as badly as I want him? My whole body is a livewire of sensation. One touch and I’ll explode. I’m willing and ready, and yet he denies me. Denies us. I just don’t understand.
He toes off his shoes and pushes his pants the rest of the way off. His black boxer briefs are lewdly tented with his erection. He obviously wants me… so why is he holding back? Is this all about my virginity?
Part of me wishes I never would’ve mentioned it. We could be having sex right now if I hadn’t confessed. Zoe would be so disappointed in my lack of seduction abilities.
Harrison pulls down the blankets on my bed and indicates I should crawl between the sheets. I don’t argue because I want to be in bed with him, just not in the way he apparently wants me. As soon as I’m settled, he crawls in beside me and tugs me against his hard chest. For a moment, I feel awkward. I’ve never cuddled with a man before. I’m not sure where to put my legs, my arms, let alone my hands. I fidget and wriggle, trying to not squish him.
He chuckles. “Relax, angel.”
I let out a long sigh and do my best to relax. Without giving it too much thought, I throw my leg over his, snuggling my lower body as close as I can get. My head finds the perfect spot in onhis chest, and my hand rests on his stomach. I snuggle in and let out a low moan at the feel of all his hard muscles and warm skin touching me from head to toe.
It’s marvelous.
I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep. I’m too wound up, and practically laying on top of Harrison isn’t helping matters. Especially when he starts running his fingertips up and down my spine in a maddening pattern that keeps me on edge, wondering where he will touch next. Before I know it, sleep captures me and drags me under.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
HARRISON
HavingOlive’s curvy body draped over me is the best and worst torture I’ve ever endured in all my days. Finally, the long day catches up with me, and I fall into a deep sleep. I’m not sure if it’s the light streaming in from the windows or if it’s the vixen in my arms that wakes me up. Olive is still draped over my body, her warm breath even and slow against my bare skin… except her hand that was innocently on my stomach when we first fell asleep is now on my cock, rubbing me.
