Page 19 of Never Forget You

“Maybe one day, you will end up with a surname that just feels right,” he offers with a wink.

He doesn’t finish that with‘like Jones’,but I can feel it all the same. He still likes me enough to want to marry me, or at least he’s suggesting as much right now. I know that men will say anything in the bedroom… but Harry had always been different. He’d always been open and honest, truthful to the core. I don’t think that’s changed.

“We’ll see.” But this is no time for serious conversation like that. So instead of chatting some more, I start peeling off his clothing, gasping with delight at every muscle revealed to me. He’s hotter than I thought he would be. He has what appears to be a six-pack and even a V-shaped torso leading my hands nicely toward his underwear…

“Hey, I can’t be naked here alone,” he insists. “Aren’t you going to let me see you as well?”

His words remind me of the kick-ass confident girl that I used to be, the one he knew and let me be. I want to become her again, so I take a step back from him and start taking my own clothing off in a surprisingly sexy and fun way. Harry makes me smile the whole time. He makes me feel comfortable, and that’s what I’ve been missing.

“Wow, you are stunning,” he mumbles as I take my panties off, not leaving a scrap of clothing on me. His eyes run all over me, drinking me all in. He looks like he can hardly contain himself, which only fires me up more. The pool of need between my thighs is getting wetter by the minute. “Georgia, you have always been everything to me.”

He drags his trousers down, and his boxers pop off as well, immediately revealing his thick, throbbing erection which strips the air right from my lungs. He’s massive, much bigger than I’m used to, which has me squeezing my thighs together in nervous anticipation. Being with Harry Jones is definitely going to be an experience.

His cock might be rock-hard and fierce-looking, but the way Harry treats me is with soft kindness. He’s gentle as he lays me back on the bed, sweet as he runs his kisses and fingers all over my pebbled skin. His velvety fingers are delicious and delightful. I can’t get enough. I want him, all of him, oh, God, so much of him.

“Harry,” I rasp out in delight as he pops one of my nipples between his lips. He tugs and teases me into oblivion, driving me ever closer to the edge of desire. My fingers knot up in his hair, and I tug with every delightful sensation which grows with every passing second. He’s making me flushed and delighted. The butterflies in the pit of my stomach are swelling and growingwith every passing second. I can’t hold back any longer. “Oh, Harry…”

Just as I’m about to ask him for more, he rips the words from my lips by plunging his fingers deep within me. He spears me, massages me, really grazes my insides, and the sensations send me soaring to space already. It hasn’teverbeen like this before. I need more already, so much more, I really can’t take it…

Oh, shit.His thumb circles my clit, my hypersensitive clit that literally can’t handle anything. The slightest graze, and I’m screaming with bliss, flying over the edge, drowning in pleasure. The orgasm hits me like a tsunami, knocks me off my kilter, and I just know as it’s exploding in my veins that I will never be the same again. Not that I want to be. I want this pleasure to flood my lungs, to drag me under the waters of pleasure, to drown me. With Harry to cling to, with him protecting me and keeping me afloat, it feels absolutely perfect.

I tighten, he loosens me. I thrash, he holds me like I’m a precious jewel. I scream, and he seems to just love it.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as soon as I have enough energy left to speak. “Shit, Harry, that was something else.”

“It was good?” he asks me with a smirk as he brings those lovely lips back to mine. “You liked it?”

I know that I can be honest with him and he won’t judge me. I know I can just tell him and he will care about me no matter what. Harry has always been the one to make me comfortable, and now I feel the same.

“It was the best I’ve ever had.” I grab him and kiss him hard. “And now I want you. I want you so badly.”

He grabs a condom, I don’t know where from, and it really doesn’t matter as he rolls it down over himself. I prop up onto my elbows to watch him sheath himself, and it strips the air from my lungs. He’s so hot touching himself like that, and he makes me feel all kinds of kinky, freaky things. God, I didn’t even know I really liked sex like this before, but now I want everything, all of it. He has already sated me, and I still want more. I’m primal, an animal. A dragon of desire has been unleashed, and I don’t think there’s any caging it ever again. I am changed, new. Better, of course.

“Come here,” I growl once he’s ready for me. He rests on top of me, the weight of him only spurring me on. I wrap my legs around him and roll my hips, needing him badly, and right now, I’m only getting his tip. “Harry…”

Now, he isn’t giving me exactly what I want at the minute I want it. He has control, and he’s really using that to his advantage. It’s frustrating and sexy as hell in equal measures. I just can’t get enough of him.

“You are special, Georgia,” he whispers to me, his words tickling all over the exposed skin of my throat. “So special to me. I just need you to know that. I’ve never forgotten you. I never let you go.”

“You’ve always been on my mind as well,” I reassure him. “I’m glad that we found each other.”

I don’t know what the strength of our words means. I’m not about to dig in too deeply to figure out right now. This moment is about the wonderful physical pleasure that we can give one another. The deep stuff can come later. Thankfully, Harry seems to agree with me because he finally gives me what I’m aching for and thrusts deeply, plunging inside me, making me feelincredible all over again. Every time our bodies clap together is more powerful than the last. I feel myself spinning and twirling once more. Only this time, Harry is on the journey with me. The pleasure is gripping him at the same time as me, and he is crying out through the lack of control with me. He’s lost himself in my body, in my arms, and that’s where I want him to stay forever.

The next time an orgasm screams through my system, I can’t let go of Harry. I think I might cling to him so badly that my nails pierce his skin, but judging by the sounds exploding from him, he doesn’t mind. He likes it too. I honestly know right now that I’mneverletting this man go. The night that I spent sleeping in his arms was the best of my whole life, and I’m about to recreate it. Only this time, there won’t be anything to tear us apart tomorrow.

Not even real life.

16

HARRY

The warmth of someone’s arms around me is the nicest feeling while I’m asleep, a feeling that I’ve never experienced quite like this before. It’s comforting and brings me brightly colored dreams that I want to swim in forever. I don’t see any reason I should leave this place. I don’t want to move one bit. I’m content.

“Harry!” That is, until someone shakes me violently, dragging me from my happy place. “Shit, Harry, wake up!”

“Huh?” I rub my head hard as I slowly peel my eyes apart. “What’s the matter? What’s going on?”

I find myself staring into the wild, panicked eyes of Georgia. It’s a similar look to the one she gave me a decade ago when her father dragged her away from me. It causes ice coldness to run through me as well. I’m now absolutely terrified that something is about to come along and wreck us again when we havejustgotten to a good place.

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