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I met this woman a few hours ago and slept through most of them. I haven’t even kissed her yet. But I already feel as if I’ve waited far too long for her. It’s insane. And I don’t give a shit. Something about her just feels right at the moment.
Harlow reaches behind her head to grip the back of my neck at the same time she sways her hips, grinding against my cock. Only a towel separates us. It would be easy to set her on the bathroom basin, spread her legs, lose the terry cloth, and thrust inside her. But it would be too quick, like skipping over a scrumptious feast and eating only a bite of dessert. Nothing wrong with it when that’s all you want. But I’m hungry for more. I want this woman under me, where I can take her in every way I’m craving.
For now, I let my lips skate a path from her shoulder to her neck. Even fresh from the shower, I inhale a teasing whiff of her vanilla gardenia scent that revs me up. Then I give a gentle tug to her scalp until she cedes more of her velvety skin to me. A little gasp slips from her lips before she tilts her head so I can explore her throat at will. I feel as if I’ve won an important skirmish. She’s stopped stalling and started surrendering, and nothing could be more arousing.
“Noah…”
“I’m here. Tell me what you like.”
“Exactly what you’re doing,” she breathes.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I wouldn’t complain if you kissed other parts of my body.”
I grin. “Oh, I plan on that. Let’s go back to my room.”
Her lashes flutter. Her eyes open. She looks at me, then glances at the bed behind us reflected in the mirror. I see the moment she dismisses whatever crossed her mind. “Lead the way.”
“I’m not letting you put any space between us tonight.” Before she can say a word, I turn her to face me and haul her body to mine, grabbing her ass in my hands and hoisting her body up. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Harlow does as commanded, folding her arms behind my neck, too. Our gazes meet. I feel the impact of her stare down to my cock. Even without a speck of makeup, she’s one of the most hypnotic women I’ve ever seen. I may have glimpsed—even dated—females more beautiful. But none who flip my switch quite the way this one seems to.
Is that because my dry spell has been way longer than usual? Or because there’s something special about Harlow?
“You going to kiss me yet?” she asks.
“Once I get you in my bed, sure.”
“Why not now? Am I supposed to just stare at you as you walk down the hall carrying me?”
“Yep. Anyone ever tell you that you ask a lot of questions?”
A little smile curls up the corners of her lips. “All the time.”
And she’s not going to change her behavior a bit. I don’t know Harlow well, but I suspect that she’ll always march to her own drum and anyone who doesn’t like it can fuck off.
I can’t help but grin back at her as I head for the master suite. “You’ll thank me later for not kissing you now. I doubt you’ll miss the rug burn on your back. My knees already appreciate my restraint.”
She bites her lip and sends me an amused glance. “Impatient, are you?”
Why lie? “Like I might come out of my skin in the next three minutes if I don’t get my hands and my mouth on you.”
I reach the threshold of the master suite and save her from a reply. It’s not her conversation I want right now anyway.
Arms wrapped around her, I plant one knee on the bed and let her fall to the mattress. Before she’s even settled, I follow her down and tumble on top of her, pinning her with my legs. I anchor my elbows on either side of her head and grab her hair so she can’t look away.
Her breathy little gasp turns me on even more.
“Now I’ll kiss you, and when you come up for air a few orgasms later, I swear you’ll be completely satisfied.”
“Those are big promises,” she taunts.
“I’ll deliver.”
Something about her strips my usual cool reserve. I can normally hold back, maintain casual distance. Nothing about her or this moment feels casual at all. I don’t understand it. I only know that my whole body is tightening, my heart thudding, as I snare her gaze and lower my head.
Harlow meets my kiss halfway. She might have teased me earlier, but there’s nothing coy about her response now. Her fingers grip my neck and press me closer in silent demand, even as she parts her lips and her thighs, allowing me between both. Sexual heat smolders down my spine. As soft as her lips feel, it’s her flavor that shocks my system with a fresh jolt of desire. I taste wine on her tongue. But under that, I also taste her strength, her sensuality, her need.
