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Saying yes to her had never been a hardship. It was saying no that was the issue.
Charlie’s yell was muffled. “This is great, guys. Keep going!”
“Two down,” he said. “Two thousand to go.”
“And you call me melodramatic.”
He fought the urge to kiss her. It was becoming harder and harder to deny.
If only the lust that rolled through him every time she was near was the problem. If fucking her again was the goal, this week would be easy. A goddamn pleasure cruise. But he wouldn’t be satisfied, couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed simply being around her.
And he wanted more.
* * *
Two thousand hadn’t been far off. By the time they’d made it out of the car and under the arch, Charlie must have had more than enough. But with every complaint, she simply kept insisting she needed “one more.”
“Get really close. Stare into each other’s eyes as though there’ll never be another soul on earth worthy of your love.”
Seriously. He wasn’t some godforsaken cliché, ready to be manhandled into —
“Harry,” Hayley whispered, cotton soft and oh so close. And he followed easily, like she must have known he would, their hips slotted together and his heart chasing a dream.
“Fantastic,” Charlie said from somewhere. “How do you feel about a kiss?”
Good, was the truth.
And maybe he’d said it out loud, because Hayley was leaning in, leaving him the last few inches to cross on his own.
Some dreams weren’t dreams at all, but destinations.
Her breath stuttered as he brushed a chaste kiss against her lips, wanting — always wanting — more. But how much of this was Hayley and how much the fantasy?
“So good, you guys.”
Charlie’s comment brought reality crashing back, and he pulled away.
Hayley was beautiful every day, but framed by a veritable meadow, she stunned. Her sweater was a deep blush that perfectly complemented her pale skin. A white shirt poked out from under the neckline, and both were tucked into her dark jeans.
He loosened his grip from her waist and ran his hands along her arms to her neck, noting how her pulse fluttered under his palm.
Hayley pulled a small bud from behind him and slipped it behind his ear, her eyes shining so brightly that Harrison worried the need to have her might break him apart.
“Hey, lovebirds,” Charlie teased. “I’m not paying you to make eyes at each other.”
“You’re not paying us at all,” Hayley laughed, tripping Harrison’s heart further. The need to kiss her again was overwhelming. Brazenly, he traced his thumb along the line of her jaw. Hayley’s expression softened, and she surprised him, turning to place a soft kiss on his palm, her eyes never leaving his.
“You heard the boss,” she said, and he let his hands fall back to his sides, the hot press of her mouth a brand on his skin.
* * *
Eventually — how many photos of the same people could Charlie possibly need? — they were done.
He wanted to complain, but Charlie looked so relieved that he knew he couldn’t.
“I can’t thank you enough.”
“It was our pleasure,” Hayley said. “Do you want a hand loading your van up?”
