“I am.”
“You’re sure?” he asked, as his hands grazed the tip of her breast.
“I’m never going to besure, but I’m definitely into this,” she said, andbrushed her fingers across his stubbled chin. “I say we strike while the iron is hot.”
“Amy,” he said, but it was more of a warble than the start of a sentence.
She felt herself sink rapidly under the weight of desire. There was a surprising amount of it, too—more than she would have thought was rumbling around in her decades-old body. She felt strangely beautiful as he sank his fingers in her hair and pulled her to him. He bent down, nibbled her earlobe, then her neck.
“Wow,” she whispered, and steadied herself with her hands to his arms as he continued to kiss her cheeks, her nose.“Wow.”She bent her neck to give him better access.
“Iswowgood or bad?” he asked before licking the hollow of her throat.
“It’s a goodwow. It’s awow, I really like this.”
“Great, because I do, too.” He kissed her mouth, his tongue slipping in between her lips. She could feel the rush of desire turning to fire in her cheeks. She stroked his ear, ran her hands down his arm. His body felt familiar in that way a man felt familiar—hard and lean, and the muscles in his arms bulging beneath her grip. She could not have been more turned on had he done a striptease.
He wrapped her in his arms, pressed his lips to her neck for a long, lingering moment, and whispered into her ear, “Should we move from the floor? Maybe find a bed?”
Amy shook her head, as her breathing was already short. “No time.”
“No time?”
“Nope. We need to keep going.”
“We keep going,” he said, and moved down her body. There was a moment of disruption when they realized that their clothes were an impediment, and they clawed at each other and their own clothes until they were free of them.
They resumed where they’d left off: their mouths on each other, herhands on him, his hands on her, their heads in the clouds. At least her head was in the clouds—the excitement of being with him was almost more than she could bear.
His hand slid between her legs as he pressed himself, hard and long, against her leg. His fingers moved inside her, tantalizing her.
She lifted up to him, and a light flickered somewhere in the room, catching the blue-gray of his eyes.
“What is it?” he asked breathlessly. “Everything okay?”
“Everything is outstanding,” she said. “But it’s been a while.”
He grinned. “No excuses.” He crushed his mouth to hers. It was as if a bolt of lightning had streaked through her, leaving her sizzling in every place his body touched hers. The only thing that tethered her to this earth was the ceiling above her—everything else seemed to fade away, covered up by the sensations.
No excuses.She didn’t hold back, didn’t wait for him to take the lead. She figured she’d gone this far down the path, she may as well go for it, and pressed against his hardness, wrapping one leg around his back to anchor him to her. Harrison groaned. “Wait,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers. “We don’t have everything we need.”
“Huh?”
“Condom.”
Condom!It had been so long she didn’t even consider it! “Oh no,” she said, almost in a whimper. “I don’t have—”
“Be right back.” He hopped to his feet, kicked his pants free, and then stood above her, gloriously erect. He was gone in a flash, racing from the living room so completely naked that Amy couldn’t help but laugh.
But she stopped laughing when he returned. He seemed harder somehow. More determined. The glint in his eye had turned from light to business, and he used his hands and mouth on her breasts, and then on her hips, moaning every time she gasped. His scent was intoxicating, the smell of pine and cologne.
When he pressed against her, Amy pressed back, moving against him, her arms going around his neck, her legs falling open.
She couldn’t really think coherently when he shifted his body between her legs, other than she was due; she needed this. Shedeservedthis. She wrapped both legs around him. They gazed at each other for one terrifying moment in which Amy’s brain went completely blank. She was not thinking; she was running purely on sensation. And then, he began to move, sliding into her.
They took each other, together. She felt the wild abandon of her youth again. Everything worked. Her body still bent and moved andfeltlike it had once before. She closed her eyes, dug her fingers into his shoulders, and arched her body hard against his.
He silently continued, taking it slow, pausing now and again to take her breast into his mouth, nibbling at the peak. Amy clung to his hips, pushing him against her, moving her body against his. Harrison sank a little deeper, then moved to the other breast.
