Page 187 of Obsession

“I need you.”

Those simple words said so much. I dared to touch his erection; he had no underwear on, and I wasn’t ready for direct contact with his heated skin, because that’s how it was, inhumanly hot.

Harris bumped his head on the headrest and moaned.

“I’m yours, baby,” I dared to say in a whisper, knowing full well what I really meant.

“God,” he gasped, squeezing my hips.

“What… is stopping you now?”

I could only make out his figure in the darkness as he lifted his head and pressed his forehead to mine.

“Everything has changed tonight.”

I didn’t understand what that really meant and was afraid to ask.

He exhaled hard a few times, then began to calm down.

“Does it have anything to do with the fact that I’m a… that I haven’t been with anyone else before? Because I’m pretty sure you wanted to do it before you found out.”

I wanted so badly to see his face, and as if he’d read my mind, he reached forward, and the green ambient light surrounded us.

He was aroused to the point of insanity, but also serious.

“It has to do with what you have become to me, with the fact that I want us to start right this time. And yes, it also has to do with what you told me.”

“Why? Why do you…”

His lips stopped my words as he pressed them to mine.

“I have never had such a hard time giving up anything in my life, even my brain is bursting right now, but I’m doing it for you.”

I could understand that without any further explanations. He wanted me to trust him, really trust him. That was the result of me comparing myself to his sex toy.

I gave him a soft smile and took his cheeks in my palms. He was hot and sweaty.

“If it makes you feel any better, you started perfectly this time.”

He smiled, then sighed against my lips.

“It helps a fucking lot; I just hope I won’t go crazy in the meantime.”

I laughed and leaned down to kiss him, then he sped up again.

This time we stayed put, even though my breasts were still bare, and Harris hadn’t zipped up his pants yet. Our chests were glued together as he drove at the same speed as usual, his eyes fixed on the monitor. This time, he had no aggressive distractions.

The haze of arousal died down and we could both breathe normally again, although Harris was still tense and the way he kept kissing my jawline told me he wasn’t fully relaxed yet.

“Babe, where’s our child?” I asked, trying to distract him.

It worked because he burst out laughing.

“With Uncle Ty,” he replied, still laughing.

“Do I want to know what that means?” I giggled.

“I gave it to him to take care of and block it while the software runs its normal course. We should have turned it in today.”

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