He rips the blankets back, exposing the rest of my body, allowing him access to my behind. He kisses both cheeks, then trails his tongue along the crack of my behind.
Oh, jeez, he’s obsessed.
He had that one moment last week, and now he can’t keep his hands to himself.
He reaches down and slides his fingers through my open sex. “Oh…that feels good,” I mumble, still half asleep.
All too soon, he pulls out, then swipes my moisture up and over my tight hole. I suck in a deep breath. God, I still can’t believe how sensitive I am here.
He applies more pressure, and instinctually my ass pushes back, causing his finger to slip through my back opening.
“Ah.” I screw up my eyes as the familiar burn electrifies my insides, one I know soon will turn to delicious pleasure. He pulls out, and I quickly turn my head. “You didn’t have to stop.”
“Oh. I know.” He massages down my body. “But the sun doesn’t wait for anyone to rise. Up you get.” He slaps my ass, then jumps off the bed.
“I can’t believe you, Harrison,” I cry out. “You can’t leave me like this.” I bury my head back in the pillow and groan loudly.
“Are you coming or not?” Harrison shouts from the hallway.
His annoyed voice jolts me awake. “Sorry! I fell back to sleep. Give me a minute.”
“Hurry up,” he barks, then pauses in the doorway, watching me closely as I look at my naked body in the mirror. “So help me God, Juliette. If you’re staring at yourself like that because you have more issues, I’m going to smack your ass for insulting my favorite everything.”
“Your favorite everything?” I smirk, raising a brow.
“Yes.” He crosses his arms annoyed, while his facial expression softens. He looks me up and down, slowly taking me in. “Head to toe, every inch of you is my favorite.”
I bite my lip to hide my smile. I wonder if he even realizes how freaking swoony he sounds sometimes.
“Well, no, actually, I was looking at my butt.” I turn around. “Like an actual butt.” I widen my eyes playfully.
He chuckles. “Trust me, I know. I look every second I can.”
I run my hands over my behind. “Well, I was too skinny before. I never had one. Do I look like J-Lo now?”
He bursts out laughing and grabs me around my waist, spinning me around. “Yes. Exactly like her.” He bites my neck. “Now, seriously. Get dressed. We need to leave in the next five minutes to make it.”
My phone vibrates, and I see my mom calling me back. “Good morning,” I chirp.
“Oh, don’t you sound happy. How is everything? I figured you would have slept in.”
“Perfect.” I smile at Harrison, and he squeezes my thigh, where his hand rests. “It is so beautiful here, and the weather couldn’t be better. We’re just returning from the beach, where we watched the sunrise and relaxed. Now we’re going to go out for an early breakfast.”
“I’m so happy for you, Juliette. But really, I want to know what the house is like.”
I smile down at the phone. “House? Do you mean compound?”
“That big?” she gasps.
“You have no idea. It’s huge, but it’s tastefully done. You’d love it because it’s not cookie-cutter. Two of his brothers are architects, so they mixed traditional with modern. I’ll send a picture later.”
“Tell her we’ll have her out here soon. It’s just as beautiful in the fall,” Harrison interrupts, and I smile lovingly at him. It means so much to me that he cares about Mom.
“It’s hard to hear you, my love.”
“Oh yeah,” I drawl. “That’s because we’re driving around the Hamptons in Harrison’s convertible.”
“Oh, you’re too much.” She laughs. “Jules, the morning rush is about to start. I’ll talk to you later, and if not, have a fun time at the party tonight. Love you.”
