“I just lost a lot of blood to my brain very quickly.” I flexed my fingers on my knees. She reached for my fingers and laced them with hers. When I looked at her again, I said, “I want to be sure this is happening.”
She squeezed my hand. “It’s happening. It can stop whenever either of us wants it to, but it’s happening.”
Yes. God, yes. Please let me lick every inch of your body.
“You’ve stopped talking again.”
“Did I? Actually maybe better that time.” I took a steadying breath. “And you’re sure you won’t have any regrets?”
“My only regret is wasting the time I already have. I need this. I need you. Harrison, I can’t wait any longer.”
I was out of the car and around to open her door before she had even taken off her seat belt. I scooped her up into my arms, hefting her like a bride, as she squealed a laugh and then buried her face into my shoulder.
“Slow down,” she whispered.
“Nope.”
Her laugh vibrated against my chest.
Once inside, I gently placed her down, but her arms remained linked behind my neck. She placed a soft kiss on my cheek before she broke away to close the blinds on the two windows. She clicked the one lamp light on, filling the space with quiet light.
She turned back to me. I scanned her as she slipped out of her heels, losing an inch of height. There was a determined set to her shoulders. The jeans hugged her ass so perfectly that I wanted to slide my hand into her back pocket all night long and squeeze. The satin top she wore highlighted her cleavage.
I dropped the keys on a side table and slid out of my trainers.
“Penny for your thoughts?” she asked, taking out her earrings and setting them next to the keys.
I tucked my hands into my jeans and looked up at her. “If I’m doing this for you, then I get to control the speed. You follow my instructions. You are off tonight. No choices. No responsibilities. Your only job is to say when something doesn’t feel good.”
She stepped closer and tentatively played with the button on my shirt. “I’msonot worried about that.” She looked up at me, and her normally half-covered eyes were even more lustful, almost closed. “Can we get naked?”
“And I thought you were great at following instructions,” I said roughly.
“I don’t ever remember saying that.”
“I’ve waited way too long to rush this. We’re gonna be here for a while.”
She moaned a petulant little sound.
I gently collected her face in my palms and lowered my face to kiss her. I went slow. Just to feel her lips against mine. Our last kiss had been too brief, too long ago. I needed these lips that consumed most of my waking thoughts. We tilted our heads in tandem to deepen, mouths opening to let our tongues caress. Her arms wrapped around my waist. We stood for minutes just kissing. When she stumbled and broke away, I looked at her with dark eyes.
I slid the strap of her shirt off her shoulder, bending down to inhale her neck.
“Am I allowed to touch?” Her hands flexed at her side as she sighed into my lips.
“I’ll think about it,” I said.
She blinked slowly. I straightened as her hands explored my chest, running up to my shoulders and down my arms. It felt incredible to be touched like this. I closed my eyes and focused only on her exploration. I was desperate to take it slow. I didn’t know if this would be a regular thing or a singular event. I would treat it as my last night on earth.
“Okay.” I grabbed her wrists, holding them with one hand down in front of her. It had the bonus of pushing her breasts up and together. She bit her lip, and I was right to think she wanted me to take control.
I used a single finger to push the other strap of her top off her other shoulder. It slid to reveal the straps of her bra, revealing the tops of her breasts. I dropped my head to inhale the space between her cleavage. I pressed a kiss to her sternum, feeling the soft but quick beat of her heart under my lips. I released her hands, and they stayed loose at her side as I took her neck in both hands. My thumbs pushed her chin up, the tips of my fingers massaging the back of her neck. She sighed and relaxed the weight of her head back.
I moved behind her until I could rub the base of her skull at the top of her spine. I couldn’t remember the role, but at some point, I’d researched pressure points and was easily able to find this one. My thumb stilled and pressed gently into it as she shivered a moan of pleasure.
Her pants came faster, and we had only just begun. My other hand brushed from one shoulder across her breastbone to the other side.
“Relax back,” I said. She leaned her head back onto my shoulder. “So much tension.”
