“Yes, right there,” I whimpered.
He pulled his fingers out and used his whole mouth, his tongue circling and his lips sucking.
I cried out as my orgasm shook through me. I shuddered under his touch and his grip tightened, his tongue continuing its assault until the last wave passed over me.
He looked up at me, a smug smile on his face. “Was that better than the fantasy?”
“I never said I fantasized about you,” I insisted, although my shaky voice held barely any resolve.
He climbed up the bed and pressed a soft kiss to my temple before pressing his lips against mine. I could still taste myself on his mouth, my stomach immediately clenching with renewed desire.
“Well, that was better than any fantasy for me,” he said.
“You’re welcome,” I joked, smiling against his mouth.
I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue into his mouth and tangling my fingers in his hair. My nipples pressed against his bare chest which amplified my desire.
Twisting our bodies, Harrison rolled me on top of him in a tangle of limbs. I pressed myself to his length and nearly cried out just from the friction.
“Lila,” he groaned, gripping my hips as I started to rock into him. “We don’t have to do everything in one night.”
I smiled and rocked my hips again, feeling his dick tense with arousal. “I thought you were done stopping me?”
His lip curved up. “Good point. I’m all yours.”
I moved my hips again, and a surge of satisfaction washed through me as he let out another groan.
“Fuck, I want you so bad.”
His raw words had my insides cartwheeling with joy. I hadn't felt this good—this comfortable with a man—since... since maybe ever. My ex had never treated me like this, like I was something precious he was lucky to have. And any hookups I’d had since then had felt almost clinical. This was something else entirely.
Harrison kissed me fiercely and I dissolved into him, ready to have him fully.
“Take me,” I said against his lips.
My body buzzed as he flipped us over again and pushed me into the mattress.
“If you insist,” he growled.
When he positioned himself over me, his expression changed, and the raw emotion behind his eyes nearly took my breath away.
He brushed his thumb over my cheek. “Are you sure about this?”
I smiled. “Yes.”
He reached into the nightstand and produced a condom. I eyed it.
“Did you really bring those on what you thought was a friends’ trip?” I demanded, a laugh escaping me.
He didn’t look the slightest bit sheepish as he tore the wrapper off and slid the condom on. “No.”
My brows pinched. “Then when?—”
“I got them today. While we were shopping,” he said, shifting so that he was back over me. “I wasn’t expecting anything, but...”
“You’re so obsessed with me,” I teased, lightly pinching his sides. But when I felt the tip of him at my entrance, I gasped.
“Yep,” he said, then sealed his lips to mine.
