Page 44

His mouth moved down my body—my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breasts. He spent time there, his lips and tongue working my nipples until I was arching into him, my fingers dragging through his dark hair.

“Oh, God.” I sucked in a breath as he bit down just hard enough on my nipple for the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Fuck, it felt like I was going to combust and we’d barely started. Then he moved lower, his lips trailing down my stomach as his hands slid my underwear down my legs.

He settled between my thighs and looked up at me, his eyes practically black in the low lighting, but the hunger was unmistakable on his face. The sight of him there looking at me like I was a feast laid out for him had my breaths coming out in pants.

“I’ve thought about this more than you know,” he said against my inner thigh, his breath hot on my skin. “What you would taste like. How you would smell.” His gaze met mine. “How you’d scream my name as I made you come on my tongue.”

Fuck me.

Then his mouth was on me and I stopped thinking altogether.

I’d always enjoyed oral sex, especially if a partner was enthusiastic about it, but it had never—never—felt like this.

Harry’s tongue was magical, but more than the physicality of the act was the way it truly felt like he was worshipping my body and memorizing it at the same time.

He was savoring me like I was something he’d waited his whole life for, and that knowledge made every nerve ending in my body light up in a way I didn’t know was possible.

My fingers tightened in his hair as he found a rhythm that made me see stars, one hand flat on my stomach holding me steady while the other gripped my thigh before sliding down to slip inside me. The pleasure built differently than it ever had, starting behind my ribs instead of just between my legs. Because it wasn’t separate from what I felt for him. The pleasure and the emotions were fused together, amplifying each other until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

Holy shit, this was what I’d been missing. What all those empty hookups hadn’t had. Who knew that actually giving a damn about the person between your legs could make you feel like you were coming apart at the seams in the best way?

He thrust a second finger inside, hitting a spot that when combined with the way his mouth sucked on my clit had stars bursting across my vision. I cried out his name—the one that was only mine. “Harry, yes!” He groaned against me like hearing it was its own kind of pleasure.

When the aftershocks had subsided, he kissed his way back up my body while I lay there trying to remember how to breathe. His lips were on my neck, my jaw, then the corner of my mouth. I could taste myself on him when he kissed me, and that only made me want him more.

I wanted to feel everything with him.

I pushed at his shoulder until he rolled onto his back and I climbed over him, settling on his thighs. His hands went to my hips immediately, his grip firm, his chest rising and falling faster now. I unbuckled his belt and worked his pants open, and when I freed him, my breath caught. I’d seen him shirtless and only in a towel before, but I’d never seen this.

Harrison fucking Gordon was hung.

His cock was a fucking sight to behold—hard and thick and long enough that I knew he’d feel amazing but not so long it would be painful. When I wrapped my hand around him, his eyes fluttered closed and a low groan rumbled through his chest.

I kissed down his stomach, taking my time the way he had with me, and when I took him into my mouth, his hand found the back of my head and his fingers threaded into my hair.

“Sam.” His voice was completely wrecked and ragged. “God, your mouth feels good.”

I took him deeper, my tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as my cheeks hollowed while I sucked. His hips flexed involuntarily as a rough curse fell from his lips—one of the rare ones that told me exactly how far gone he was. I’d always enjoyed giving head, but sucking on Harry was something else. He was so responsive as I licked and sucked and used my hand where my mouth couldn’t go. I took him as far as I could until he hit the back of my throat, and that’s when his hands tightened in my hair and he pulled me up gently.

“Stop,” he breathed. “I need to stop you.”

I looked up at him, lips swollen, and the expression on his face made my heart stutter. He looked almost pained.

“Why?” I knew he’d liked that, so why was he stopping me?

He sat up, pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him. His forehead pressed against mine and his hand cupped my neck, holding me close. “Because I’ve waited for you for over a year, and I’m not coming anywhere but inside you.”

The air seemed to thin at his confession, and all the things he’d said to me before and during this trip clicked into place in a way they hadn’t before.

He’d waited for me.

Harry hadn’t been with anyone since we met. He’d spent a year and a half watching me waste my time with man after man, and he’d never wavered.

Never looked at someone else.

Never gave up on what he wanted most.

He’d chosen me long before I’d ever chosen him.