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“What does that mean?”
“It means you’ve got showtunes, hip-hop, and classic rock all on the same playlist.”
“I have wide and varied tastes. Is that a crime?”
“No. Last time I checked, it’s not a crime.” It is, however, adorable. Maybe that’s just because I like her so much.
When she sits on the other end of the sofa, silence falls between us. It’s a little awkward, to put it mildly. Wanting to touch her. Knowing I shouldn’t. Feeling like she wants me to, but knows it would be a mistake. Still, I can’t ignore the electricity in the air, and I doubt she can, either. It’s so thick, I can hardly breathe.
“I wonder if I’ll get any trick-or-treaters this year.”
An interesting lead off, but it’s probably the safest topic, all things considered. “First year in the new house and all that.”
“Yeah. I know there are kids around– I saw them during summer break but of course, now they’re back in school. I guess I’ll have to get some candy just in case. It might actually be fun. I didn’t have a chance to do much of that when I was in the apartment.”
“You should dress up, too.”
“That’s a good idea, actually.” She frowns, pursing her lips. “I haven’t dressed up for Halloween in as long as I can remember. What could I dress up as?”
“A sexy doctor?” She rolls her eyes. “I mean, you already have the costume, right?”
“You are absolutely incorrigible.”
“Hey. No physical stuff, but that doesn’t mean I can’t flirt a little. What can I say? You bring it out in me.” Let her pretend to disapprove all she wants. I see the smile she can’t hide.
I want her to do more than smile. I want her to scream my name. I want her nails scraping against my scalp and down my back. I want to drive home tomorrow morning with her scent on my skin.
But when she yawns and stretches, I know it’s time for bed. I see the questions in her eyes. I sense her hesitation. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise. Besides, the game kicked my ass today.” That’s not totally true, but it seems to give her a little comfort, so I’ll let her believe it. Some things, a man fights through. I could have both legs in a cast and I would still want her riding on top of me.
I have to settle for getting undressed and crawling into bed, hoping this isn’t as impossible as it seems like it will be. Especially once she’s down to a tank top and yoga pants. Not the sexiest outfit in the world, but on her, it’s a bigger turn-on than any lingerie I can imagine.
“Goodnight,” she murmurs, giving me a peck on the cheek before rolling onto her side with her back to me. It’s a matter of reflex, the way my arm snakes around her. How am I going to lie here all night and not at least hold her?
She stiffens for a second and I hold my breath until she relaxes and settles against me.
And right away, the second her ass touches my crotch, I know this was a big mistake. She’s counting on me – I have to do right by her. But dammit, I’m only human. And usually, when a woman’s ass presses against my dick, it means we’re about to have fun.
She goes as stiff as I’m now becoming. “Is that what I think it is?” she whispers in the darkness.
What does she expect? All I can do is remember being with her in this bed and how incredible it was. “No. I brought the broom up from the kitchen.”
“Okay, you’re big, but not quite that big.”
“Is it a problem?” I pull my hips back, even though I don’t want to.
“No. I mean, it’s not like I’m not… excited.”
Fuck me. How can this possibly end in anything other than disaster? I mean, I’m sure it wouldn’t feel like a disaster at the time, but it would end up being one. “We should just go to sleep, I guess.” She shivers when my breath hits the back of her neck and dammit, I have never had to wrestle with self-control like I do now. Knowing she wants me the way I want her. It’s better if we both go to sleep, and quick.
Somehow, I manage it, since the next thing I know there’s a gasp that breaks me out of a deep sleep.
It wasn’t Harlow’s gasp, either. She’s just waking up, too, propping herself up on her elbow and looking toward the door.
Where Corey stands with a box of donuts balanced on one hand and her jaw hanging halfway to the floor.
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HARLOW
