Now he’s looking at me expectantly, and all I can do is panic. Do I love him? Based on my talk with Ashlin, I think it’s possible I do, but I’m not sure what love looks like. Familial love, sure. But not romantic love.
Devon
Yup. It’s official. I’ve shocked Harley into silence.
I’m not surprised. I wasn’t expecting to confess my feelings for her. I didn’t consciously know they went that deep. It just slipped out, but as soon as I thought about it, I realized it was true, and even if I could take it back, I wouldn’t. Loving her feels right, and it’s not just surface-level infatuation like when we first met. I love her for who she is, where she’s been, and where she wants to go. I love her for her prickly attitude and ability to kick a grown man’s ass.
I’m not afraid to let her know it, either. If she doesn’t feel the same way yet, that’s fine, but she and I have come a long way and I trust she’ll get there. Gazing into her eyes, admiring every single gold fleck amongst the green and brown, I know with utter certainty that I’d announce my feelings to the whole damn world if I could.
“That’s…” Her voice shakes, and she seems awed. “That’s huge. Are you sure?”
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes because only she would ask that, I nod. “Harley Isles, I’m madly fucking in love with you.”
She kisses me.
Pours her whole heart and soul into it.
This is a kiss to end all kisses.
It doesn’t escape my notice that she never returns the sentiment, but she climbs onto my lap, already breathing heavily, desperate for me. If this is the only way she can express herself, I’m not going to turn her away. I’m going to accept everything she’s trying to show me through her actions.
“Hold on a sec.” Reaching around her, I flick off the screen so there’s no chance of me catching sight of Karson Hayes when I’m mid-orgasm. Then I return to her, kissing the length of her throat, grazing my teeth over the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She shudders. Her knees are on either side of my thighs, her pussy nestled over my cock, a few layers of fabric separating them. She’s only wearing her panties, having kicked off her jeans when we started snuggling. I cup my palm over her, feeling how wet she is through the thin covering. When I stroke her, she moans brokenly.
“All of this is for me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers, rocking her hips and riding my hand. My cock strains against my zipper, wanting to break free. Wanting inside her.
“Get them off,” I order.
She doesn’t move, still rocking, chasing bliss. It seems like I’ll have to take care of things myself.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I grab the waistband of her panties in both hands and rend the fabric. She gasps, and at first I think she’s outraged, but then she throws her head back and laughs. The sound is husky and makes me even harder. Rolling my hips, I scrape the rough denim of my jeans over her bare pussy and her laughter ends abruptly. She catches her lower lip between her teeth and whimpers, then I repeat the motion, and her eyes darken into molten desire. I glance at my crotch. Her arousal has dampened it, and seeing the evidence that she’s so turned on she’s dripping all over me turns me into a starving wolf.
“Holy shit, honey,” I groan, and in a smooth motion, I flip her onto her back, yank her tank top off, and unfasten her bra so I can see all of her. She lies back, arms up above her head, gripping onto the back of the sofa. Settling between her legs, my gaze drops to the decadent treat I’m dying to taste. “Look at you.” My voice is a rasp. “Fucking delicious.”
Unable to resist for any longer, I lower my mouth over her pussy and lick her center. She cries out.
“Mm,” I hum in the back of my throat. Just as amazing as I remember. “Need more.”
I go all in, licking and sucking and teasing, driving her higher and higher. But then she plants a foot on my chest and pushes me away before she can come, her eyes wild, chest heaving.
“Fuck me,” she orders, her lower lip pouty from where her teeth have been digging into it as she holds in the noises that want to spill out.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her eyes narrow, but then I strip off my jeans and stark need replaces the annoyance. In a graceful movement, she rolls over the arm of the sofa and parts her thighs, her forearms on the cushions, her slit exposed for me to take her from behind.
“You want it like that?” I ask.
She nods and arches her back, her ass tempting me. I’m a quick study so I position myself behind her, on my knees, and notch my cock at her entrance.
“Wait,” she groans just as I’m about to enter her. “Condom.”
Fuck.I can’t believe I nearly forgot. Shifting away, I dig in my wallet and slip the protection on, then resume my position. Swaying forward, I press into her an inch at a time. Her breath hitches with each thrust until I’m lodged firmly inside, and she murmurs my name, followed by, “Oh God.”
I bottom out in her. “You feel like the best thing ever.”
“You’re better,” she gasps, pushing back to meet me halfway.
