Page 173 of Obsession

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw V straddling Jay in the exact same way as he tried to look over her shoulder at the screen.

She gripped his jaw between her fingers.

“You think I’m going to sit there and watch those two while you play?” she snapped at him.

Jay turned his head toward Harris and me, and we started laughing. He looked at the screen, then at V’s cleavage, and decided his priorities were clear as he buried his face between her breasts. Ty and Ken complained that he was abandoning them in wartime

Harris was still laughing and rose to his feet with me in his arms.

“Where are we going?” I whispered as we left the living room, immediately realizing we were going to his bedroom.

He dropped me back onto my feet, then closed the door. He said nothing, and I already knew that a silent Harris meant nothing but danger. The LED strip on the ceiling was on. My head fell back, I was mesmerized. The whole room was green. This bedroom had the same glow as his car.

Harris smiled as he pressed a button and the lights turned red.

“You plan on eating me tonight, aren’t you?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking, barely a whisper, noticing how thatcolor hugged his face. He looked devilish, beautiful, sexy… deadly.

The way he grinned as he approached me answered my question.

“You couldn’t have asked a better question,” he leaned over me and ran his fingers through his damp hair. “Remember when I told you I wanted to kiss every single inch of your skin?” he asked as the hormones in my body ran a marathon and I almost choked on my words, so I just nodded. “I’ll start with that.”

My skin vibrated, the familiar electricity setting my entire nervous system on fire, and I clung to his shoulders for support.

I wanted it! Fuck, I wanted it all! Everything that was in his head. Nothing could stop me anymore, nothing mattered, only him.

His hands found the hem of my T-shirt and crept underneath. He caressed my hips as his lips roamed over my neck. I could feel the menace in their gentle touch, I knew what was to follow. He was just being patient.

I whimpered and let my head fall back as his warm, calloused hands traveled up and reached my bra straps, then dropped again. I took matters into my own hands and bunched his t-shirt up on his chest, whereupon he lifted his arms and allowed me to take it off. I was unable to control my thoughts and my desires as my eyes committed every inch to memory, every muscle, every tattoo, and every piece of skin I wanted to sink my teeth into.

He was right. I was a pervert.

He placed two fingers under my chin and pushed it up until my eyes met his. I could read the playfulness in them.

“Are you finished?” I knew what he was asking, it was obvious, and I grinned shamelessly.

“Not even close.” I replied as he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pushed it up.

“My turn.”

Ah, that voice. Thick, raspy, so damn erotic, I couldn’t quite describe it, but I knew he could bring me to the brink of ecstasy just with his voice. I lifted my arms so he could take off my T-shirt. Goosebumps covered my skin as my damp hair fell cold and heavy around my face and down my back.

Then he began his sweet torture.

A madness so pure that made every hair on my body stand up. With his fingertips he traced a path across my abdomen, around my breasts. Too slow, far too slow. I clenched my fists and curled my toes. His eyes left nothing out, even though it wasn’t the first time he’d seen me in such an intimate way.

“Harris,” I whimpered as the last ounce of restraint in my body began to fade. I wanted to lunge at him.

He didn’t look at me, but he smiled, knowing full well what he was doing.

My hormones did a happy dance when he reached the zipper of my jeans.

Almost, just a little while longer.

Agony and ecstasy.

He came closer as his palms moved around me, under the fabric, pushing it down slightly until my buttocks rested in his hands. He gritted his teeth and bit my lip, but he didn’t kiss me. It was becoming increasingly clear that I couldn’t survive this night and stay lucid, not after Harris dropped to his knees and pulled my pants down. I hurriedly took off my sneakers and tried not to think about his face being so close to my private parts, which were only covered by a skimpy thong.

My underwear was black. Had I been inspired today? Did I know I would end up here? With Harris’s lips spreading kisses acrossmy abdomen, with his hands squeezing my thighs and pulling me closer to him?

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