Page 21 of Harry

A thought flashed in her mind. She could hide the drive here. She needed to explain what it was, so she grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, scrawling quickly that the drive held information about a human trafficking ring and that if she disappeared, Toovey and Laelyn were involved. She sealed the envelope with the piece of paper inside and stuffed the envelope between the cushions of the couch just before the door opened, and Harry came in carrying a huge package.

“Hey, what’s in the box?” Rory asked, trying to cover her unease with curiosity about the package.

“I bought some new pans. I know, boring, but I needed something new for cooking.”

“That’s not boring. That’s great. I go overboard on buying kitchen stuff. There are so many gadgets. It’s hard not to want new stuff.”

“True. When I first moved in, I bought some cheap pots and pans. These aren’t cheap.”

“Want to unpack them?”

The smile he shot her made her insides heat up. This man could make her feel things she didn’t know she had the right to feel. She imagined if they actually developed a relationship, it would be so wonderful she might burst.

After they unpacked the box and washed the new pans, she knew it was time to leave. Staying longer would only cause problems. “I should go.”

“You know you don’t have to.”

She nodded. “I know, but what would we do next?”

He shrugged and stepped closer. He was only inches away, and she felt desire flowing between them. She glanced up, staring into his soulful blue eyes. It would be easy to get lost in his eyes.

Harry reached up and fingered a lock of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail. “I don’t want to wait. I know it’s selfish, and I should just keep my desires to myself, but I really like you, Rory.”

She placed her palm on his chest, unsure if she should push him away or pull him closer. Neither of them moved as her desire grew deeper. The wise thing to do would be to push away and leave, but she didn’t want to be wise. She wanted the heat his body promised.

Their gazes met again, and that set off a firestorm of passion. Harry moved a few inches closer, and Rory didn’t back up. Her fingers pressed against his chest, feeling the tightness of his muscles. His other hand brushed over her side, and she stepped closer, moving so their legs were brushing together.

All the doubt, fear, longing, and need from not loving anyone for years crashed against her. Desire and want almost overwhelmed her, making it hard to catch her breath. She reached behind his neck and pulled him down. Harry offered no resistance. His lips brushed gently over hers at first, and then they were hungrily kissing. His hands went from drifting over her sides to pulling her closer in a desperate attempt to eliminate any air between them.

Desperation won out, and they were tugging off their clothes, needing to get as close as possible. She shoved her shorts low and kicked off her shoes. He stepped back, his gaze fixed on her like he was worshiping her.

She took him in, loving every single muscle and bulge. He looked like a work of art, nearly perfect in every way.

“We should shower first. I stink,” Rory said.

He held out his hand, and she took it, following him to the bathroom. He took her hair from her ponytail and ran his fingers through the strands.

“Your hair is amazing.”

“Thank you. You’re amazing. You’re so fit.”

“It’s part of the job. Without that I wouldn’t be much to look at. But you would be gorgeous no matter what you did. You’re so freaking sexy.”

He kissed her as he backed her into the shower. When he turned on the water, the cold made her yelp. His chuckle warmed her, and then his hands were on her, spreading soap over her arms and back, then her breasts. He teased her nipples, pinching and tugging gently. Heat spread through her body. Her head dropped back, and she moaned as his fingers slid down the front of her body, increasing in pressure until his hand cupped her pussy. He held her, his hands possessing her like he intended to give and not just take. Then he adjusted and found her clit with his forefinger.

She moaned as he touched and rubbed, gently bringing her closer to orgasm. She needed to feel all of him, but he wasn’t rushing and trying to slide his fingers inside her. He knew to give her pleasure first and take her higher.

She was on edge, about to blow, when he took one nipple into his mouth, driving her crazy. She rocked her hips, and he chuckled. That was all it took to push her over the edge. She cried out his name as she pulled him closer, needing to feel him.

He finished washing off his body quickly, and she washed her hair. Luckily, he had conditioner so her hair wouldn’t be too big of a mess when it dried. After they were done with the shower, Harry dried her body and watched as she combed her hair.

“You’re so freaking beautiful,” Harry said when she was almost done with her hair.

She turned, facing him. He was still hard, his cock jutting up proudly. She set the comb down and moved to him, dropping to her knees and looking up. “I could worship your body for days.”

She didn’t give him a chance to give a response before she wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking down on him. He moaned as he cupped the back of her head, encouraging her to take him deeper.

She reached up and teased his balls, eliciting another moan from him. Her tongue circled around the tip before she licked up his length and then sucked down on him. His hips cocked forward fast as he pumped down her throat.

---