She huffs out in frustration. “God, you two are infuriating. He’s noticed that you’ve been off and he thinks you’re mad at him.”
“Why would I be mad at him?” I ask, my brow creasing.
She looks at me with wide, annoyed eyes. “He doesn’t know, Lisa. That’s why he’s freaking out.”
“He’s freaking out?” My poor, anxious baby.
Her shoulders slump. “He just wants to fix it, Lis. Give him a chance to, yeah?”
I nod and hug them both again, thankful for these beautiful women.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Quite um, stimulating.”
HARRY
“Can I touch you?”
I blink at her several times as my mouth goes sandpaper dry, my heart drumming a crazy rhythm against my sternum. Before I can come up with an enthusiastic but still super chill answer to that, she continues.
“It’s just, I’ve never actually seen a body that looks like this in real life, just in magazines or in movies, you know?” She’s staring at my abs like they’re the last roast potato on the Christmas dinner table and she’s still hungry. Thank God I got a job at the gym, I get to use the facilities free of charge when I’m not working. Between that and my spot on the rugby team, I’ve gotten pretty jacked, and I’m very grateful that she likes what she sees.
“Yeah,” I croak before clearing my throat. “I mean, yes, y-you should uh, you should touch me.” I’m nodding like an idiot, but I can’t seem to still my head.
She reaches over to me, but I catch her wrist before she can touch. She looks up at me with wild eyes, a reindeer caught in headlights, like I’ve caught her doing something wrong, even though I’ve just given her express permission. Slowly, teasing myself as much as her, I tug on the fingers of her purple glove until the whole thing whisps to the floor. I take her other hand and do the same, so all of her fingertips are exposed, putting us skin to skin when she reaches forward and skims her nails over my pecs. My flesh pebbles and trembles where we touch, and I try to summon enough moisture to swallow.
Her lips part like she might say something but instead, she runs her tongue over her bottom lip before biting down on it. Perfect white teeth a stark contrast to the hot pink stain on her lips. I’m transfixed by the sight, by the heavenly blush creeping over her cheeks and the way her eyes are shimmering in different shades of blue as she tracks her own path over my nipples and down my ribs. She’s stunning. I’m pretty sure Lisa’s picture is pasted next to the dictionary definition of beauty.
It takes everything I have not to moan loudly, tip my head back and close my eyes, but I don’t want to miss a single moment of this, nor do I want to snap her out of whatever hypnosis my muscles seem to have her under. My chest is heaving with my laboured breaths, trying to keep some thread of control, I almost miss when her hands reach the waistband of my too-tight gym shorts. Grabbing her wrists, I stop her just as her fingers curl into the elastic. Again, she looks up at me with wide, worried eyes, but I don’t give her any time to dwell on whatever concerns are swarming her mind. I step forward and lower my head to hers, slanting my mouth over her lips and taking what I’ve craved since the moment I saw my angel across the room.
Her sweet gasp gives me access to slide my tongue between her lips and stroke it along hers. Dropping her wrists, my fingers plunge into her hair, gripping the strands and tilting her head to get a better angle to deepen the kiss. Lisa’s hands roam my skin again, stroking the length of my back, around my waist and over the bumps of my abs. Before I can stop her, she reaches down and palms my excruciatingly hard dick over my shorts.
I hiss and break away from her kiss, licking my lips to savour her taste. “Easy baby, you’ll end this before it begins.”
She smiles wickedly and squeezes me, making me moan and tighten my grip in her hair. “Then get things started, Frosty.”
I smile at her eagerness. “I’m not fucking you tonight.”
She jerks her head back, all humour dissipated. “What? Why?”
I chuckle. “Because I’m not giving you everything you want tonight so you can walk out of here and never see me again.” I dip again, laying soft kisses on her cheek and jaw and feeling pleased with my devious little plan.
She moves away and arches a haughty brow. “Everything I want?”
“Oh yeah,” I nod seriously. “You’redesperatefor me.”
She glares, sucking on her teeth in a way that has my cock jumping again and my grin spreading arrogantly. I kiss her, deep and desperate and she instantly melts for me, curving her back to mould her body against mine. My arms around her back, my hand sliding from her waist to her arse, squeezing firmly and holding her against me to feel the affect she’s having on me as my dick presses to her hip.
Bending my knees, I grip the back of her thighs and lift, forcing her to wrap those long legs around my waist and taking her to my bed. I lay her on her back, coming over her to keep our lips locked together before I drag them down to suck on her neck, feeling the thump of her pulse beneath my lips.
“I thought you weren’t fucking me,” she pants.
“I’m not,” I mumble over her creamy skin. “That doesn’t mean you don’t get to come.” Because I’m dying to see the look on her face when she does.
The desperate little whimper she lets out has me smiling over her sternum. Kissing her chest, I come to the soft fabric of her nearly non-existent dress and nuzzle at the low neckline until it dips below one bare breast, pert little nipple standing firm. I take it into my mouth, and suck sharply making her body jerk and her breath escape her. I move over to do the same to the other one, my palm replacing my mouth on the first.
My hips nestle snuggly between her thighs feeling her heat through her underwear, my shorts, and my boxers. I roll my hips and stroke along her slit, her breath stutters and her eyesflutter closed. It feels amazing and I decide instantly that this is how I’ll make her come. The first time.
