He throws his arm over my shoulder, pulling me tightly into his side, leaning down to speak into my ear. “There is more I need to talk to you about, regarding us. Leave with me. It’s too loud in this place.”
Us?
The warmth of his body pressed against mine and his woodsy cologne that invades my senses makes it hard to think.
My vagina and my heart think leaving with Harrison sounds like the perfect plan.
However, for the first time, when it comes to this man, I need to think with my brain, so I move back, pushing his hand off me.
“You can’t touch me anymore,” I mutter, instantly hating the words.
Apparently, Harrison hates them too because his face falls deadly, leaning back slightly. “You don’t mean that.”
Of course fucking not.
I take a deep breath, nodding, then quickly shake my head, unable to lie to either of us. “I’m not made for random hook-ups, Harrison. I could have gotten over our night together, but then the kiss…it’s too much for me. I’m not made for teasing.”
“Juliette,” he croons. “Please, take a walk with me. I’m not teasing you. I would never do that, to you at least.” He smiles softly and instinctually lifts his hand to cup my cheek, then pauses, unsure of himself.
Knowing I’m giving him mixed signals, I still lean my head over so my cheek presses against his skin.
My eyes close on contact as he brushes the pad of his thumb along my cheek—this shouldn’t feel so perfect. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Jules. You’re on my mind constantly.”
I peek up at him, his eyes telling me he’s sincere. Still, what does that mean?
“What is it that you want to talk about?”
He leans forward when the bar gets loud again. “I want to see you again. One night wasn’t enough.”
My breath picks up, and my heart beats rapidly against my chest. “Just one more night?”
Don’t get your hopes up.
“No, baby, at least I hope not. That’s up to you. It’s what we need to talk about.” He leans forward, and our lips meet for a quick kiss.
God, I could kiss his pillowy lips for days.
I feel myself falling down the Harrison rabbit hole quickly, and I need a second to think. “I need to use the restroom.” I point so he can let me excuse myself.
He leans back and intertwines his fingers behind his head. “Go ahead.” He smirks.
“I’m not crawling over you,” I complain, and he shrugs unbothered. “And stop being all flirty.”
He sniggers, and I know my comment has only egged him on more.
I turn my other way to come face to face with Matteo and Becks somewhere between making out and groping one another after they had way too many tequila shots.
“Harrison.” I drawl.
He lifts one brow and widens his thighs slightly.
Fuck’s sake, he’s really not going to move.
“Fine,” I fake annoyance.
I shimmy over, then straddle him, using his shoulders as leverage. My body stills, and unsurprisingly, his hands reach out, grabbing my hips, pulling me toward him, smooshing our chests together.
“You have no fucking idea how amazing you feel against me.” He mumbles more to himself. “The perfect fit.”
