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Then we’re inside Harry’s house. Sitting on our haunches, face to face in the middle of his bed. I wish I could remember the details of how we got here. But it’s all a blur.
“What next?” I ask, my cloudy eyes trying to focus on his handsome face in the dark. The string lights encasing the window cast a multicolored neon glow against the walls.
“Let’s take each other’s clothes off,” he suggests with a dangerously wide grin on his tempting lips.
I perk up. “Ooh. That could be fun!”
We both rise to our knees on the mattress, the fronts of our bodies pressed together.
“Shit, I can’t see anything. I need to see this.” He reaches behind me and flicks on the bedside lamp.
I try to stop him. “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice panicked.
It’s not that I’m painfully insecure about my body. I know that it’s not perfect but I’ve mostly made peace with that. Still, I’ve never been comfortable with a man’s eyes on me while I’m in such a vulnerable state.
But suddenly, Harry is bossy, demanding. “Let me see you,” he commands me. “I want to see the way your beautiful body reacts when I touch you. I don’t want to miss one second of it.”
“I don’t think—”
“I promised you, Dream Girl.” He eases back and I instantly miss his heat and his weight.
“Promised me what?”
“I promised that I’d learn your body. I’d learn exactly what you like.” He curls his fingers around the back of my neck. “I’d learn how to satisfy you.” He kisses me deep and greedy this time. “A bit hard to do that when you’re hiding from me in the dark.”
I open my mouth to protest, but then my gaze flicks to his face and my objections die off.
This man is beautiful. Downright beautiful. From his kissable lips to his manly jaw to the boyish way his dark hair flops over his forehead. But it’s his eyes, for me. It’s the way those kind, happy, dark irises dance with anticipation in the low light. Those eyes reel me in like they’ll never let me go.
Harry’s arm circles around me and he finds the zipper at the back of my dress. Arousal slithers down each notch of my spine as he peels the zipper down.
When the velvety fabric pools at my waist, I don’t hesitate snapping off my silky black strapless bra. Harry’s eyes bulge cartoonishly wide when my heavy globes bounce free. His big hands eagerly cup my sensitive breasts.Oh, that feels good.
Then he jerks his hands back, swallowing guiltily and meeting my eyes. “Can I…?” he asks quietly.
“Please…” I groan, grabbing his hands and putting them right back where I want them.
This man is my husband. I want his hands all over me.
His eyes dip down to watch how my golden brown breasts look in his rough palms. I hear a rumble pour from his throat. He ducks his head, admiring the globes like newly-discovered treasures. His hot, labored breaths pouring over them ignites a sizzle in my blood.
“Jesus…” he mutters, flicking his thumbs over my rock-hard nipples before giving my flesh a squeeze. Now, he looks drunk for a whole different reason.
My head lolls to the side and I moan. I’m aching. In my breasts and between my thighs.
He lowers his head and tenderly sucks each nipple into his mouth in turn. His hips begin to rock subtly on nothing as his tongue swirls one bud, then the next, alternating his attention seamlessly.
There’s a faraway voice in my head, telling me this is a mistake, telling me I’ll regret this in the very, very near future. But in this moment, all that matters to me is the here and now, the hot, velvety circling motion of this man’s tongue around my nipples.
“Harry…” I whisper, sliding my fingers into his hair, wanting him to worship my breasts forever.
His kisses move up my chest. One arm curls around my back. The fingers of his other hand close at the base of my throat to hold me in place. “This is fucking incredible, Nadia,” he mumbles right before his mouth covers mine.
Our tongues engage in a slow battle and we moan into each other’s mouths as our hands explore new territory. As we make out, I quickly unbutton his shirt and tear the article of clothing from his broad chest.
Once I rid him of his shirt and our hot torsos are pressed together, I unbutton his pants and slide my hand inside, gripping the length of his erection through his boxers.
He hisses with pleasure and his pelvis rocks a little bit faster into my palm. When I lean forward and gently bite the curve of his neck, he gives my throat a little squeeze that makes me squirt into my panties.
