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I stole a glance towards the sliding doors. No one was looking our way, nor could anyone see what Harry was doing to me under his jacket.
“More,” I hissed, taking his hand and slipping it under the fabric. My skin erupted in goosebumps with his cold fingers.
“Fuck, yes,” Harry breathed, squeezing and rolling my nipple between his fingertips. I moaned again as my leg slid up his in reflex.
“Harry, no more rules,” I begged. “Please, just don’t stop.”
His talented hands paused and then he grinned. “Wanna make out in my car, Firebird?”
* * *
Harry wasted no time after our quick escape from the dinner. As soon as we reached Lorraine, he pressed me against the door, kissing me senseless. I arched my back, giving him more access to everything, everywhere. He broke our kiss, roughly pushing the fabric aside, and took as much of my breast into his mouth as he could and sucked.
I moaned so loud I scared a bird resting in the tree beside Lorraine. My leg slid up his again, and he caught it, wrapping it around him and holding me as close to him as possible.
I wanted him everywhere; kissing, sucking and fucking me at once. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.
Holding my thigh, Harry ground himself into me as he released my breast and kissed me again on the mouth. My hips moved against his, desperately seeking relief for the pulse between my legs. The friction was sweet torture.
I clawed at his shirt. “This needs to go. Now.”
Two buttons went flying into the dark.
“Jesus, woman,” he breathed. “I like you demanding. Tell me how you want it.”
I tried to kiss him again but Harry dodged my lips.
“Uh uh, I need to hear you say it, Anastasia. How do you want me?”
Harry’s eyes were so dark they were black. His hard length was pressed against my belly and I pushed up against him.
“I want you to—” I bit my lip.
“Say it out loud, Anastasia,” Harry whispered in my ear. “How you want the rules broken.”
I’ve never dirty talked before. I was dry humping him in a carpark—again—and he wanted me to say sexy things out loud.
“I want you,” I said slowly, as if testing out the words. “To. Fuck. Me. Hard.”
Even in the gloom, I saw the heat in his dark eyes.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about us that night at the track in Lorraine.” He pulled my dress up as I fought his shirt. “No woman has consumed my thoughts like you.”
My hands stilled. “Really?”
He cupped my cheek. “No one.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. Could I be more than a distraction? I couldn’t think about that. Not with his hands squeezing my thighs. Not while I’d finally unbuttoned his shirt and could rake my nails over his hard muscles.
Harry groaned, his finger teasing the edge of my panties. “I want to taste you.”
“T-taste me?” The darkness concealed my blush. Did he really say he wanted to put his mouth, his lips, likedownthere?
Harry paused, searching my face. “Anastasia, has anyone gone down on you before?”
I simply shook my head.
He scoffed, like he was disgusted on my behalf.
