“Oh god, I can’t even think when you kiss me like that.”
“Don’t think,” he traces a finger over my already soaked underwear. “Feel.”
My hips swivel, and he grins, knowing exactly how much I want this.
“Fuck,” I whimper.
“Yes, exactly. Let’s fuck.”
“Don’t be so crude.” I laugh.
“Oh babe, you have no idea. We have one night, and you’ll never be the same again.”
His eyes hold mine, and nothing in me can say no to this man, and he knows it.
This is what I wanted, right?
To live life, let loose, and feel alive, even if it’s for only one night.
“Okay.” I stand on my tippy-toes and kiss his jaw. “Take me home, Harrison.”
“Best words to ever leave your mouth, Juliette.”
He interlocks our fingers, pulls me toward the exit, and I freeze. Crap, I need to find the girls.
“What?”
“I need to tell my friends where I’m going. I’ll be right back.”
He rolls his eyes, unimpressed, and adjusts himself. “Be quick.” He pats my ass as I run off.
I tell the girls. Carrie high-fives me, and Becks doesn’t look happy.
“What is it?”
“You’re going to get hurt, that’s what. This isn’t like you.”
I cross my arms, annoyed. “So what? Can’t I live a little? God, I was stuck in my Hunter bubble for years, and for once, there’s a man who makes me feel exhilarated. I want this.”
She kisses my cheek. “Okay. Then have fun and make the most of it.” I can tell by her expression she doesn’t mean a word of it. She worries about me too much.
While walking through the crowd back toward Harrison, my stomach knots with anxiety. What if I can’t live up to his expectations?
Oh god, imagine I’m the worst he’s ever had?
There’s no denying the sexual chemistry between us, and my body, so far, knows precisely what to do. But I’m so inexperienced it’s not funny.
Looking back, Hunter was the worst lover. Harrison has turned me on more with his kisses than Hunter ever had in the four years we were together.
I’m so out of my league.
“Hey,” Harrison says, and I snap my head up before almost running into him. “Ready, babe?” He reaches out and takes my hand.
You can’t like it when he calls you pet names…especially when he calls you his little butterfly.
It’s one night only.
“Yup,” I smile wide, masking all my worry while he leads me down the elevator and outside.
