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Harley scoffed to herself, “How stupid of me to think that.”

No one wants me.

No one sees me.

Except you.

The words played over and over in my head.

I moved before I was even aware I was doing it. In three strides I came to Harley. My arms lifted and my fingers tangled in her silky, wild hair and I pulled her to me.

In the next moment, my lips crashed on hers, hunger coursed through me and spilled into her mouth. Every wall I have built up, crumbled to dust, and every line I drew was erased. At that moment I knew I just made the biggest mistake of my life. There was no turning away from Harley. And I didn’t give a fuck about it.

Chapter Fifteen

Harley

From the moment Carter’s lips touched mine, a fire lit inside me, sending heat to burn through my body and pleasure skyrocketing right on its heels.

He touched his tongue to my upper lip, and I couldn’t help it. I let out a small moan as I granted his silent plea, and opened my mouth giving him access.

He growled as his hands went from my hair to my neck, and down the sides of my body, to my ass where he squeezed in a universal demand. I jumped up, and rounded his hips with my legs.

“Do you know how much I thought about kissing you?” He murmured as he turned and walked from the kitchen and down the hallway. “It was becoming an obsession. I couldn’t sleep, I was barely eating because all I wanted was to taste you.”

He didn’t give me a chance to answer before he kissed me again. As he stopped in front of the door of his room, he pushed them open and strode inside.

He bent his knees, and I released my legs as he lowered me to the floor.

His hands went from my ass and up, to the hem of my oversized hoodie. Slowly, so painfully slowly, he grasped the hem and started pulling it up. “Can you even imagine how many times I’ve dreamed about your skin? Wondering if it was as soft as it looked like. Would it ever have my mark on it.”

All I could feel was him. All I could see was the fire burning in his eyes as he lifted the hoodie over my head, and dropped it unceremoniously on the floor.

“Fuck me.” he muttered when he revealed I had nothing underneath except my painties.

I shivered, but not from the cold. “I don’t like to sleep with my bra on.”

I didn’t know why I said that to him. I just blurted it out.

Carter arched his brows, “You mean to tell me that every morning you sat beside me in nothing but that damned hoodie?”

“I do have my panties on,” I shrugged.

“Hm,” he hummed, his hands going up, gliding over my overheated skin until he cupped my breasts gently. I arched my back, pushing them deeper into his palms, asking for more without any words.

He pulled back, his eyes traveled the length of me, until they met my gaze, “Dynamo, you’re a fucking vision. A dream came true.”

He reached out then, and dragged his knuckle across my sternum, down the middle of my body, right to the edge of my white, lace panties, his eyes following its path and spreading goose bumps along the way.

I started panting, goose bumps erupted all over my skin, and my mouth went dry. It was such a hot move, I was barely keeping my feet.

Just the touch of his finger against my skin was making me feel drunk. Drunk on Carter. Drunk on lust.

How was it possible to want someone this much? To need him on such a basic level there were no words, no melody to describe it? Only a carnal need.

“Do you have any idea how obsessive I’ve become with wondering about this right here?” He dipped his finger right over the edge of my panties, but still not touching me where I needed him most. “How perfect would this be? How pretty? How good would it taste?”

A surge of wetness hit me with each of his words.