“Yeah?” I asked, breathy.
“He could brace him against the wall. Like this.” He stepped us both up to the wall. His entire front now pushed me into it. Only I didn’t feel scared or claustrophobic. I felt seconds away from humiliating myself. “And his other hand would be free to search for Adam’s backup Taser.” Harrison’s other hand landed so gently on my abdomen that I almost didn’t notice.
I stayed completely still. So silent. I thought he would pull back, but he didn’t.
“What do you think?” he asked, his hand still pretending to search me. It grazed up and down my thighs so slow I thought I could cry.
“I like it.” In case he was actually still trying to work and I was the one perving up the scene, I added, “Makes sense.”
“Yeah.” He was still pressed against me. “Good.”
As his hand softly caressed my abdomen, his pinky caught on the top of my leggings, stopping its movement. I heard him swallow hard behind me. I wanted to arch my back and press my core against him to see if he was hard. But I was also so afraid to move and risk this moment coming to an end.
We both stayed perfectly still. Maybe waiting for the other to stop things first. Well, it wouldn’t be me. I’d lost rational decision-making the moment he kicked my legs wide. Or maybe the day we met. Hard to say.
Either way, the air felt thick and on the precipice of something. I wasn’t alone on this. His breath was quick next to my ear. He vibrated with similar tension thrumming through me.
I wasn’t sure at what specific moment this pretense all ended. There was no doubt we were crossing lines now. His hand caressed the skin of my lower belly, tickling and tightening me. I clenched at nothing, desperate for him to go lower. He hesitated. Waiting for a sign? Permission?
I turned my head slightly to look at him. His gorgeous eyes burned with an intensity like I’d never seen.
“Okay?” he whispered.
I nodded and licked my lips. His gaze moved to watch the action. His head lowered as his hand continued to softly pet my sensitive skin. Our lips met. I was half pinned in the strange position, head turned awkwardly as was his to meet my mouth, but it didn’t matter.
How was it possible that this was our first kiss? His lips were familiar. They were right and true. As though all these months of studying the way they moved forming words, or wrapped around a spoon, or crooked with a smile somehow foreshadowed just how they would feel pressed against mine.
I feel like I’ve known you…
His mouth slanted, opened. Mine matched. Our breaths shared. Tongues as teasing as our banter has been.
He gripped me hard with both hands, desperate in their gentle strength. But that mouth. It moved me. I wished I was free to run my hands through his thick hair. To pull him close and not let him go. I wanted to touch him as he touched me, but the thrill of not getting what I wanted, of letting him control, was too great. And he seemed to sense that.
I flipped without warning, tugging him immediately back on me, my body now against the wall. One hand still braced my wrists. But now I writhed into the hand that was at my waist. He groaned, never breaking my kiss, but his hand started to explore more boldly. He spread his palm across my stomach. He took his time moving up under my shirt to cup my breast through my bra. He spread his fingers across my chest and collarbones. He took his time. And it drove me wild.
He grabbed my ass and squeezed. His hand went back to the front of my pants, and I gasped.
He grunted. A finger teased up and down the seam of my leggings. He palmed me, feeling the needy heat, but it wasn’t enough. I met his hand with roughness and rubbed myself, wishing his palm would press harder.
“Harrison,” I gasped.
“Tell me.”
“More. Please.”
He complied. His palm passed more firmly against my clit, and I threw my head back to moan. It was obscene and ridiculous and exactly what months of pent-up desire would do.
I could actually come like this. Him rubbing me through my clothes and kissing me like this. I really could, and I wouldn’t even be ashamed. He had to feel how wet I was. How desperate I was for him.
“Okay?” he asked, panting. I brought my head down to study his blown-out pupils. Intense focus flared his nostrils as color rose high in his cheeks.
The way he looked at me.
“I’m so close.”
“Good. Let me feel you.”
I broke the kiss to bury my face in his neck as I came.
