“I guess I’ll have to make this quick.”
Anticipation shivered through her. “Okay—but not too quick.”
He chuckled, releasing her breast and reaching down to cup her. He’d just gotten started between her thighs when he stopped, lifted one of her legs, and drew it back to rest on his thigh. “You gotta let me in, honey.”
He stroked her clit, teased it, flicked it. “Show me what you like.”
She reached down to guide his fingers, increasing the pressure. He was a fast learner, and she soon left him on his own. “Just … like …that.”
Then he slid two fingers deep inside her, moaned. “You’re wet.”
“That’s your fault.” She closed her eyes, lost in the magic of those sweet thrusts.
Then he withdrew his fingers from her and reached over her to pull a packet from the box of condoms on her nightstand. She heard the wrapper tear, felt him shifting behind her as he rolled the condom down his length.
It seemed to take forever. “Hurry.”
“Is this what you want?” He nudged his cock into her, stretching her to delicious fullness with a single, deep thrust.
“Oh,yes.”
He began to move, his fingers reaching down to stroke her clit again. “I love how you feel inside.”
She might have told him she felt the same about him, but she was beyond words, the combined sensations almost too much to bear—the hard in-and-out of his cock, the silky glide of his fingers over her clit, the hard press of his body behind her.
In this position, there was nothing she could do but ride out the pleasure as he drove into her, hard and fast, each thrust carrying her closer to climax. And then she was there, hovering above that incandescent edge, pleasure drawing tight inside her.
She shattered, bliss scorching through her as sweet and bright as a sunrise, Harrison driving her climax home with powerful thrusts. His breath caught and then broke, his body shuddering as he joined her in paradise.
They lay together for a moment, him still inside her, the two of them catching their breath.
Kenzie found herself smiling. “If all Mondays began like that, the whole world would run around saying, ‘TGIM—Thank God It’s Monday.’”
He chuckled, kissed her temple, the hand that had brought her so much pleasure skimming its way up her belly. “I think we can work on that.”
He withdrew from her, turning to drop the condom in the trash bin.
She rolled over to face him, reluctant to leave his side, tenderness for him filling her chest. “You’re wonderful. You know that, right?”
He ran a thumb over her cheek, started to say something.
Behind her, the alarm clock went off again.
Had all of that happened in only five minutes?
Wow.
Harrison wasn’t just good at climbing.
“I don’t want to get up—not when you’re in my bed.” She gave him one last kiss, then rolled over, turned off the alarm, and sat up. She’d gotten up once in the middle of the night to let Gabby out, but the poor little thing couldn’t hold her bladder for more than a few hours. “I need to let the dogs out.”
“I can do that. You get ready for work.” He got out of bed, standing there in his full, naked glory, glancing around. “Where are my jeans?”
“In the bathroom, I think.”
“Right.” He turned and left the bedroom, his bare ass a work of art, those muscular mounds shifting as he walked.
You’re staring.
