Page 47 of Harvey

“I refuse to grace that with an answer. Now, if you would excuse me, I had a very long day- “

“That’s not my problem, is it?” Striding further into the room, he reached down and hauled her up against him.

“You are drunk.” She tried to push him away, but he would not budge.

“Yes, darling,” His eyes glittered as he clamped a hand around her neck. “I have been sitting inside my room, thinking about you and my brother and what he might be doing to this body of yours which belongs to me. Did he kiss you?”

“Let go of me.” She whispered.

“You are mine.” He whispered savagely. His head swooped down, and before she could avoid his mouth, he took her lips in a kiss that had the heat and desire tumbling through her body. With a moan of surrender, she wrapped her hands around his neck, her body melting against his.

Sensing her capitulation, he softened the kiss, his hands roaming up and down her back with a restless energy that indicated his rising need for her. He had spent the last hour and a half torturing himself with visions of her and his brother making out somewhere in some dark corner, and it had been driving him crazy.

Now she was in his arms, her sweet lips crushed by his, her slender curves melded with his, and he could not think about anything else but her, the scent and taste that filled him up and overflowing.

Tugging at the buttons of her sweater dress, he eased the shoulders off her and unhooked her bra.

“I need you.” He whispered thickly, his eyes a molten silver that seemed to be scorching her.

Lifting her into his arms, he carried her not to her bed but into his room, where he laid her against the pillows. Swiftly taking off his clothes with feverish haste, he climbed over her, slowly pulled the dress off, and then removed her stockings and underwear.

Sitting back on his heels, he allowed himself the incredible luxury of staring at her gentle curves, the shape of her breasts, the flat stomach, and then the curls covering her sex.

“Tell me you want me,” he rasped.

“I want you.”

“Tell me again.” He demanded.

“I want you so much.” She reached for him, but he shook her hands away.

“I want to explore you, feel your taste inside my mouth.” Before she could respond, he was bending over her and using his mouth on the hollow of her throat before moving to her breasts.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders and his back as he ravished her nipples, suckling hungrily until she was writhing with from the heat rushing through her.

Moving further down, he spent time ravishing her quivering stomach before kissing the top of her sex. Kendra’s body went rigid, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

“No!”

“Yes.” He whispered hoarsely, tongue touching the sensitive flesh. Her body lifted so suddenly that he had to hold her hips to keep her from upending him. “Shh, baby.” Her musky scent was about to drive him mad.

Plunging his tongue into her, he held her still while he went into her moisture, the taste of her making his cock swell to impossible proportions.

Kendra felt as if she was going mad. The passion was too much; she felt everything and could not stand it. A cry escaped her as the climax came immediately, driving her up against his mouth, her body shaking as if she had epilepsy.

“Harvey!” She cried out his name in her desperation and sent fire shuddering through his body.

Moving up and over her, he entered her swiftly, his face hard and taut with passion. Tilting her face up, he buried his mouth in hers as he drove into her roughly.

Minutes later, after he had spilled his seed deep inside her, he held her trembling body against him, his heart thudding against his ribs in an unsteady beat that made him feel faint.

Drawing the sheets over them, he held her close to him, the feel of him almost on top of him giving him so much pleasure he could not stand it.

He knew the minute she started sleeping. The feel of her even breath on his skin made him realize that she had succumbed to exhaustion. A slow and tender smile touched his mouth as he shifted to study her face.

Brushing back tendrils of hair that had fallen over her forehead, he kissed her flesh. What the hell was he going to do about these troubling emotions tumbling through his body? He had no idea. But he could not stay away from her. Sighing deeply, he settled back, feeling the peace washing over him.

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