His knees are bent slightly, so with every sway of our body, his hard erection rubs into me, causing me to see stars and feel shock waves down below.
What is this man doing to me? My heartbeat is in my ears, and I’m going to lose my mind. I’m not sure what magical potion they put in these drinks, but whatever it is, keep it coming.
Stat!
“Fuck, Jules. You feel perfect under my touch.” He traces his hands down my back and lightly squeezes my behind, pulling me close to him.
Every few moments, as we glide together, he lets his lips graze the small heart-shaped beauty mark that sits below my ear, and on the last time, I snap.
I can’t take it any longer.
“You know, for an older, experienced man, I would have thought you had more game than this,” I tease, hoping to push his buttons so he’ll finally kiss me.
Or better yet, throw me over the table and have his way with me because it’s been too damn long since a man has been inside me.
Scratch that. Now, thinking of it, I’m not sure amanhas ever been inside of me before. I’ve only dated immature boys.But now, my body is craving nothing but man, specifically Harrison Davenport.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He grips me tighter, grinding into me.
“I thought you would have at least kissed me by now,” I mutter, looking up into his eyes.
He lets me go, and I feel an instant loss, but he quickly moves his hands to my face, cupping my cheeks. “I would love nothing more, Jules. Except I’d rather kiss you for the first time in private.”
“Oh. Okay.” I lean in, hiding my smile into his chest, then kiss it lightly. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to the bathroom.”
I wash and dry my hands, then lean over the sink, taking a few deep breaths, needing to recenter before heading back out there. Glancing up at the mirror, I smile, looking flushed and happy…but most importantly, I feel alive.
My mother’s words come back to me—something bigger and better will come along—and I feel that tonight for the first time in a while.
A loud knock comes from the door, “One minute,” I call.
With one last deep breath, I open the door, and for whatever reason, I’m not shocked to see Harrison towering over me in the doorway. His arms spread against the door jams, and without a word, he steps in, wraps one strong arm around my waist, hoists me up in his arms, and carries me down the hall into an unfinished bedroom.
I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, peppering small kisses against his skin until he sets me down, letting my body drag along his on the way down.
This is really happening.
The room is poorly lit, but I can make out each inch of his delicious body, especially his big, full lips, that I’m dying to taste.
I reach to untie my mask, but Harrison stops me mid-way. “Don’t.” His words, as forceful as his grip on my hips. “Here at this party,mon petit papillon, you will leave this mask on. Then later, when I have you in bed, withering beneath my touch, you’ll take it off so I can see your expression when you come on my tongue. Do you understand?” he says in his deep, authoritative voice.
My breath hitches, and I bite my lip, nodding without an ounce of hesitation. I could tell him I’m not that kind of girl because I’m not, at least, I never have been before.
But tonight, for Harrison, I’m willing to try anything.
“Good girl.” He runs the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip, plucking it out from beneath my teeth while my legs wobble from his words.
Our eyes lock, and the prolonged anticipation is almost unbearable. “Please,” I groan in desperation, and like he was reading my mind, at the same time, he leans down, claiming my lips.
My heart is pumping against my chest, and every nerve ending is on full alert.Something snaps inside me the second I feel him against me. I lose all control. I’m completely and utterly desperate for him. “Harrison,” I moan, grabbing at his lapels to get closer, demanding a deeper kiss.
“Fuck, Jules. God dammit.” He barks, pulling me up so I wrap my legs tightly around his core, letting my body take over as it begins to move at its own accord. “Yes, baby, just like that.” He grips under my behind, pulling me against his hard length, then recaptures my mouth, more aggressively this time.
He swipes through my lips, twirling our tongues together in a perfect dance as I kiss him back with everything I have. I wantto leave him speechless because this is everything I have ever imagined and more.
My hands drag through his hair, and we kiss for a long time…so long I get so carried away that I fail to notice my impending orgasm creeping up as I rub against his erection.
Harrison doesn’t miss it. He’s pushing and pulling me against him, and the knowing tingling sensation is creeping up hard and fast. Every muscle inside me clenches, trying to hold back, but it’s no use. My body is starving for him.
