Harvey only laughed, grinding slow and deliberate against me and sending another throb of need right to the depths of my gut, both hands on my hips now as he moved against me.
It was so rude of him to grow up confident and dripping sex. I could’ve gone my whole life without moaning into his mouth as he kissed me again, head light with want and need.
It wouldn’t have been as much fun, though.
“You feel good too,” Harvey murmured, thumb toying with the button of my jeans. He was so close I couldn’t look at him, but I would’ve known just from the way he touched me that it was him. There was so much gentleness under the confidence, so muchHarvey.
“Yousmellgood,” I told him, finally brave enough to say it out loud.
“Could say the same about you,” Harvey said, flicking the button he’d been playing with open. “Youstillsmell like coffee.”
“I use the grounds as a scrub in the shower,” I explained. “And on the plants. And to clean pans. Deodorize the fridge…”
“I get it.” Harvey laughed. “Are you really giving me a TED talk on household uses for coffee grounds while my fingers are half an inch away from your dick?”
I shrugged. “You don’t think that’s sexy?”
“You know?” Harvey said, leaning in again, eyes sparkling as he closed the distance between us. “I kinda do.”
The next kiss was slower, more deliberate, urgency gone but heat still building. Harvey’s fingers splayed out over my stomach, trailing their way back to wriggle into my jeans. I laughed as he squeezed my butt, grinding our hips together again.
“Where do you get off growing up so sexy?” Harvey asked between kisses, biting my chin as punctuation.
“Normally I get off in the shower,” I teased. “Front door’s new.”
“I should’ve known you’d be like this,” Harvey said, both hands on my ass now, massaging it in circles.
“Like what?”
“Sweet,” he said, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Funny,” he added, rubbing our noses together. “Verysexy,” he finished, laughing, mouth crashing into mine for another searing kiss that made every nerve ending in my body light up like he’d struck a match down my spine.
My head thumped against the door as I let him take charge of the kiss, stomach filling with butterflies as my hands went to his jeans, tugging them open clumsy and desperate.
I wanted Harvey. I wanted Harvey so bad I felt like I was going to drown if I couldn’t get my hands on his skin.
More laughter as I gave up on the jeans and pushed my hands up into his sweater, splaying them over the soft, warm skin underneath, pushing him back and back until we tripped over the couch and I had him pinned under me, just the way I wanted him.
I dug into the pocket of Harvey’s coat to find the box of condoms I’d sneaked out of the glove compartment on the ride home, pressing them into his hand and watching his eyes widen, pupils blown so wide they looked black in the low light.
“You sure about this?” Harvey asked, staring up at me.
I was sure. I’d never been more sure about anything in mylife.
I nodded, climbing off him and holding my hand out.
“Come to bed,” I said, backing up toward the bedroom. “Unless you wanna pull the couch out again.”
Harvey’s mouth fell open. “It pulls out?”
13
Harvey
I chased a laughingIggy toward the bedroom, condoms in hand and heart soaring.
We were doing this. We were doing this, and it wasfun.
I caught Iggy’s ankles as he made it to the bed, sweeping him off the floor and dumping him on the mattress, climbing on top of him for another kiss.
