Page 34 of Tamed By You

“Huh, you’re a cake girl.”

“Sure am.”

We clink our glasses and take another shot.

“Favorite movie?”

“Easy, Top Gun.”

She nods.

“What’s your main goal in life?” I ask her.

She pops an elbow on the back of the couch and leans on her hand, her arm wobbling, the vodka visibly taking its effect.

She worries her bottom lip, taking a moment to think. I place our shot glasses down; aware we've had enough. Her icy blue eyes close before opening them and staring directly into mine.

“To feel free.” Her voice is quiet but just loud enough to hear. And her words hit me right in the heart. She seems to be a carefree life and soul of the party girl, so her words are unexpected and without thinking, I reach out my hand and trace my index finger down her cheek.

Her eyes flutter shut as she leans into my touch.

I move my body closer, overwhelmed by the biggest urge to kiss her, to make her happy, but I pull back as her eyes open.

“I am sorry about today, and the whole cupping thing. I really didn’t think you were paying attention and listening to me.”

I let out a low chuckle. “Hey, that was on me, I was an ass and screwed you over and I didn’t read that form but to be clear, I had no interest in that girl's number and I’m always listening when you speak.” A blush creeps across her cheeks, and I think that is the first time I’ve ever seen her react to me in that way.

“And what you did today, at the pool. Thank you.”

Taking a second to realize what she’s referring to, I nod. “Anytime, I may be an ass at times, Ali, but I’ve got you, okay? If you fall, I'll catch you.”

She nods, her eyes softening at my words and then she shakes her head, moving towards the table, ending the moment. “Okay therapy session over, let’s have one for the road and get going.”

She pours another shot, and we throw it back, I stand first, taking her hand, and pull her up. We head towards the door where she attempts to fasten her high heels, but she keeps falling, giggling every time she does.

“Here, let me help you, Bambi.” She leans back against the wall, still giggling, her glazed eyes looking down at me as I sink to my knees to help her. Lifting her foot, I note the pink nail polish on her toes that matches her fingernails. Ali is always well groomed, another thing I find incredibly sexy.

I fasten the first strap around her ankle, carefully placing her foot down before reaching for the other. I smooth my hand along the arch of her foot, loving the feel of her silky skin, and then slide her foot into her shoe.

I glance up, and she’s still looking straight at me, her eyes full of heat. She wants me, and I know this because it’s the same look she gave me back in New York. “All done,” I tell her, tracing my fingers up her calf, slowly making my way to her thigh. I rise to standing, towering over her.

The tension swirls between us, my chest rising and falling as I watch her throat bob when she swallows. Stepping in closer, our bodies inches apart. The burning desire to touch her is almost unbearable. I cup her jaw, bringing her face to mine, stroking the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip my cock twitches when her tongue peeks out where my thumb has just been. My restraint is close to snapping like a rubber band.

“Ali…” I say gruffly, my tone laced with desire. Brushing my lips gently over hers she whimpers.

“Harry, just…” My name falling from her lips on a breathless whisper is my undoing. I crash my mouth down on hers and the kiss turns frantic. Pinning her to the wall and pressing my body against hers, we are a mixture of loud, gasping moans, and tearing at each other's clothes. The need for one another palpable.

I push her dress up around her waist, as she fumbles with my belt, undoing it, popping my pants' button and letting them fall to the floor.

“Fuck, I need you.” My voice is raspy and desperate, heart hammering, groaning in pleasure as she weaves her fingers into my hair.

Peppering kisses down the column of her neck, I pull another moan from her when I suck hard on that sensitive spot on her collarbone before I bury my head into the crook of her neck. My balls ache, and I know I won't last a minute here.

“My purse,” she says, breathlessly. I blindly reach for it on the entry table next to us, never breaking contact with her. I pass it to her, and she opens it, pulling out a condom before dropping the purse to the floor, its contents scattering with a loud clatter. I take it out of her hand, tearing it open with my teeth and sliding the condom down my throbbing cock, already leaking with pre cum. There’s no time for foreplay. I need her. The desire to be inside her is almost too much to handle.

I lift her by the waist, pinning her to the wall with one hand, lining up my cock with her entrance, as she wraps her legs around my waist, she sinks down on my hard length, soaking me with her arousal. Swallowing her moans with my mouth I slide my tongue between her lips to meet hers.

It’s hard and fast, and what I've wanted, no needed, since I saw her at the club last night. I fuck her with a sense of urgency, desperate and needy for anything and everything she’s willing togive me. I’ve missed this, us, her. I’m buried inside her and yet it doesn’t feel enough, I need more.

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