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She parted her lips and squeezed his hand.
Maybe it was all their talk about romance or the music they were swaying to. Really, it was how perfectly she fit into him, chest to chest, her nose tucked into his neck.
He never had a chance to keep the words back. “Sometimes you’re so beautiful it’s almost hard to look at you.” His lips brushed her ear. “Let me kiss you?”
She nodded shakily.
He leaned in, kissing her neck, tugging the collar of her sweater to taste the dip of her collarbone, her shoulder.
Her grip tightened as he continued to avoid her lips. “Harry, please.”
He smiled against her skin. “I want more than one night with you, Hayley. I want more than I probably deserve.”
“I want it, too.”
He raised his head, locked on to her darkening eyes, and finally pressed his mouth to hers.
She responded instantly, opening under him as sweetly as he remembered, the tang of tequila sharp on her tongue. Free to act on every urge he’d had in the last few days, he took charge, hand in her hair, kissing her with abandon.
God,he’d almost forgotten the hungry little sounds she made.
He couldn’t stop himself from returning to her neck, nipping and sucking as Hayley cupped the back of his head, holding him in place.
As if he was going anywhere.
Slipping his hands under her sweater, he said, “I’m going to tear your clothes off now, so if you want to stop me, you better be quick.”
“Shut up and do it already.”
Nimble fingers were already at his belt. He captured her lips again, kissing her while he pulled her shirt up, not caring that he was delaying his own damn plan. She tasted too good. How had he gone the week without it?
There was a hiss of a zipper and the rustle of clothing hitting the floor, but it wasn’t until Hayley abruptly pulled away from him to pull her shirt over her head that he realized she’d abandoned his pants in favor of removing her own. Suddenly, she stood before him in black lingerie. Not thin lace, like he’d expected.
No, her body was adorned with thick straps and buckles, and good fucking god, he might have to find some way of fucking her without removing them because how could he mess with art like this?
“Harry.”
He blinked. She was indescribable. Every place his eyes landed was better than the last. Soft, luscious thighs, but also her calves. Never had he wanted to worship someone’s calves before, but right now, he could happily sink to his knees and pay them the attention they deserved. Follow them with his hands and his mouth, up those incredible thighs to her hips… Fuck, he hardly knew where to start. It didn’t matter. He wanted his tongue everywhere. Where her thigh met her ass, the dip of her pelvis, along the high V of her panties, all the way down to her sweet pussy.
“Harry.”
Not that he’d stop there. He could live between her thighs. Subsist on her juices alone. He’d been thinking about it for days. He wouldn’t even have to remove the underwear; he could get her on her side and —
“Harry! For Christ’s sake, will you stop drooling and kiss me already?”
With a sound deep in his throat, he stalked toward her, crashing his mouth against hers. Lips met teeth and tongue.
Her thighs fit as perfectly as she remembered in his palms, and in seconds, he’d tugged her up, legs around his waist. He moved them back to the bedroom.
“I wanted to get you naked.”
Her voice broke. “You were taking too long.”
“You are so fucking sexy,” he said, tonguing the cup of her bra.
She jumped down once they were in the bedroom, stripping him of his sweater and pants while he fished the condom out of his back pocket. Down to his boxers now, he hooked a hand in her hair to kiss her again.
Hayley scratched her nails through the light scruff around his nipples before giving him one hard push, and he let himself fall back onto the bed, hands behind his head.
