Page 120 of Obsession

“Why? Why did you say it? You knew the trouble you’d get yourself into for giving false statements.”

I lifted my head to look at him and swallowed again. My heart began to pound harder, and I didn’t know why. His eyes were capable of leaving me breathless, and I lost myself in their depth, in the curiosity I could read in them.

I could have told him that I didn’t think he was guilty of this crime, that the evidence against him was weak and that I wasn’t going to be the nail in his coffin.

“Because it was about you,” I whispered. “I wouldn’t have testified against you even if I thought you were guilty, no matter the consequences. And I’d like to think you would have done the same for me.”

At that moment, something changed in his face.

A change I’d never seen before, a mixture of shock and another feeling that weakened my knees.

His arms tightened around me.

“Oh, baby,” he breathed over my lips, “you have no idea what I would be capable of doing for you.”

He gave me no time to analyze his words as his lips met mine and he took me in his arms.

The way to the bed was a blur to me, I didn’t catch when or how he moved, but I was now on my back, and he was on top of me in an instant. I was in no position to reject him in any way, I didn’t want to reject him, I needed to relive what he provoked so I could understand once again why I had risked my freedom for him without even blinking.

His lips devoured mine. His hands touched my body in all the places that drove me crazy, and when his palm slid under my T-shirt, I arched beneath him and pressed my chest against his. He moaned over my lips, then his hands moved on. One on my breasts, the other on the zipper of my jeans.

I flinched, unprepared for what was about to happen. Suddenly he pulled back and looked at me, a sharp breath escaping him as he took his hands off me.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against mine.

“It’s getting harder and harder,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

I was struggling to breathe normally and keep my wits about me in the situation I was in with him on top of me. I could feel that his body was much more massive and stronger than before. He covered me completely. His strength was overwhelming.

“What?” I whispered.

He didn’t open his eyes as he whispered back:

“To refrain. To keep stopping when all I want to do is be deep…,” he moved closer to my ear, his voice penetrating my pores, “… deep inside you, baby.”

My whole body shook, it was impossible not to. I didn’t even fight back against the sensations he triggered in me because sometimes he was too intense. It would have been torture to resist.

He slowly bit my earlobe, then his tongue began to play with it. I felt everything he did to me, every reaction of my body, how it responded to him. His erection was no longer a surprise. I arched into him again without thinking about it, and his arm snaked under me, his palm resting on my lower back.

“I could make love to you with nothing but whispers. Your body responds beautifully to me.”

I closed my eyes and licked my lips.

“Especially after what you did for me today without me asking … you have no idea what you have become for me, and how much I want to kiss every inch of your skin.”

His fingertips traveled over my stomach, and I whimpered, keeping my eyes closed.

“How I wish I could hear you whimper my name like you did in the bathroom today. You were so close to driving me insane.”

My toes curled and I clutched at the sheets, then forced myself to open my eyes, because I couldn’t know where we’d end up if I let myself get caught up in the feelings he was evoking.

Harris felt me pull away and pulled his head back, looking into my eyes, searching them for that mad ecstasy. He smiled when he found it, then cursed through his teeth and stood up suddenly.

In his absence I was overcome by a shocking cold, but it was better that way, because once again we had gone further than we should have.

He turned his back to me as he ran his fingers through his hair. His muscles tensed under his T-shirt, on his arms, his savage bulk and large stature reminding me how strong he really was, how capable of… killing, if he wanted to.

I tried hard not to look at him in a way other than that of a horny idiot.

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