Page 133 of One Wrong Move

“Maybe you did,” he says gruffly and starts tugging up my skirt. “Maybe you’ve been sitting out there with your pussy bare against the seat, ready to bend over for a napkin and show Thierry everything that’s mine.”

I grip his shoulders. Heat is already flowing through me, singeing my skin. “You’re really going to check.”

“I’m really going to check,” he says against my lips, and his hand slides between my legs.

Harper

His hand cups me entirely. “Fuck,” he mutters. “You were telling the truth.”

I stand on my tiptoes and put my mouth to his ear. “I would never lie to you.”

He curses again, and his fingers move, stroking through my folds. He presses his thumb to my clit, and a pulse of pleasure spreads through my limbs.

“You know,” he says, mouth ghosting over the shell of my ear and his hand on my pussy, “we haven’t had sex, yet.”

My breaths are fast and shallow. “I know.”

“If you’re pulling stuff like this... does that mean you want to? Because touching you like this…” he runs a long finger along my slit, stopping at my clit, “and learning just how sweet you can be…” his fingers start to circle, “has made me wonder what you’d feel like around my cock.”

“Oh,” I breathe. My hands grip Nate’s shoulders tightly. Over his shoulder, I see the washroom door. Still shut and locked. Keeping everyone else out. The idea of that closed door makes my heart beat so hard, I hear it thundering behind my ribs. “Maybe you should… try it. Let’s check off number… thirteen.”

Sleep with someone who is wrong for me.

But everything I’ve done with him feels so right.

“Try it,” he mutters. “There’ll be no trying, Harp. Once we have sex…” His fingers leave my clit. Move downward, stroking, and then he pushes two inside me. My eyes flutter closed at the sweet sensation.

“Yes?” I whisper.

He curls them. “Us sleeping together won’t be a one-time thing. You know that, right? Once I know just how good you feel around me, the way you’re squeezing my fingers right now, I’ll need you over and over again. And we live together, baby. So that’ll be often. Every day. Every fucking day.”

I’ve never been so turned on before as I feel when I’m with him. At the movie premiere. In the back of his car. On the hard-tiled floor of his shower.

It’s like my body surrenders completely to him. Every impulse, craving, everything I’m feeling… My brain completely shuts off. And I’m simply in the moment.

“Can you handle that, Harper?” he asks. His voice is in my ear, his cheek against mine. I breathe in deeply, and it’s only him—the man and cologne and soap. “Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm…”

“Sounds hard,” I breathe.

“I will be, that’s for sure,” he mutters. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”

My voice is faint. “Then have me.”

“Not here,” he says and curses again. His fingers are still inside me, deliciously thick yet still not thick enough, stroking slowly. “The first time I fuck you, I want to be able to see you. Completely.”

“Then take me back to the hotel.”

He kisses me for a hot second and then pulls his fingers out. The sudden loss makes the air catch in my lungs.

“I wish I had the toy for you,” he mutters. Then, without breaking our locked stare, he puts the two fingers he just withdrew into his mouth.

“Oh,” I breathe.

“I’m an addict.” He grabs my hand, and his voice is rough. “Let’s make our excuses and leave. I need you.”

We make it to the door before he suddenly stops. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.”

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