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“Yes.”I’m close, nodding desperately now.
Wade strokes through my slickness again, then, eyes locked with mine, he presses inside.
My eyes go wide, my breath catching on a fractured cry he cuts off with his kiss.
He works in and out, slow and steady. One finger becomes two as he dirty-talks against my lips.“So fucking good… so wet for me… feel you squeezing me…”
It’s never been like this.
“So tight…”
He’s stroking deeper, stretching me more.
“So sweet… making me crazy…”
Oh God.“Wade.”
His thumb presses firm. “Come for me, Good Girl…”
And that does it.
I’m done. Crying out into his mouth as the pleasure surges and breaks, crashing hard through my center again and again until I’m limp and breathless, clinging to the man who just changed my world.
Our eyes meet and I catch my breath enough to speak. “You are crazy fun.”
He laughs, pulling me into his chest as he opens my door. “In the truck, Harlow. I’m not done with you yet.”
* * *
Wade
The driveto the hotel is torture.
But getting back to our room and getting Harlow beneath me is mission-critical, so I keep my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road. And when she leans across the front and slides her hand up my thigh, I tell her that unless she wants me to pull over and fuck her against the steering wheel right here on Main Street, she’s gotta stop.
She doesn’t. And she makes a liar out of me too because as bad as I want to hear her coming apart for me again, I’ve maxed out my risk-taking today.
That business in the parking lot? Not my usual MO, but damn, I couldn’t stop. Not when we had the woods behind us and the truck blocking the view of anyone coming out of the bar. Not when she was giving me those sexy, needy sounds and pulling my hand between her legs.
The last half mile is brutal, but somehow, I make it to the hotel, park, and get Harlow out of the truck without seeing how hard or how fast I can get her to come on my hand again. Somehow we get past the front desk and out of the elevator without getting arrested. But once the doors open on our floor, it’s on.
I’m backing her down the hallway, mouth fused to hers. She’s already got half the buttons of my shirt open. When she misses a step, I catch her, lifting her against me.
Her back meets the wall between rooms 303 and 305, her legs coming up around my waist as I rock into her heat. Two doors down, it’s my back at the plaster, her hands fumbling with my belt. Finally, we make it and stumble into the room, propelled by some hard-driving insanity.
“Clothes,” she gasps.“Hurry.”
I nod, grabbing the back of my shirt and whipping it over my head. “Need to get inside of you.”
Only she stops. Eyes wide and staring at my chest, she swallows.
And then instead of stripping off her sexy dress, she steps back into my space and presses her hands flat against my abs and smooths them up over my pecs.
My ego lifts his head, fucking sighs in relief.
Five seconds ago, I was completely on board with the hurry, hurry. But having Harlow’s hands on my bare skin for the first time makes me want to slow down.
“It’s crazy,” she murmurs, tracing my shoulders with her fingertips. “We’ve been all over each other for the last couple of days. Faking like we’ve been together this way. But it’s all new.”
