He swipes a loose tendril behind my ear, leaning in for another chaste kiss. This part of going slow might be the equivalent of psychological warfare. Is he intentionally trying to wear me down?Gah!He’s being so sweet, but I want to rip this man’s clothes off and do all the things.
“Where do you see yourself in two years?”
“Harrison, do you really want the answer to that? I just got you back. This might be too much real for one night.”
He straightens beside me. “No, I really want to know.”
“I never in a million years thought I’d ever say this.” Harry stares at me with bated breath, and I pray he won’t tell me the date’s over. But why hold back? We need to communicate if we’re on different pages, right? “Married and blissfully happy.”
His eyes fly wide, but it’s not alarm that’s reflected back at me.
It’shope.
“I want that too.” He mumbles against my mouth. “I want to give you and the boys everything.” Nothing about this conversation feels slow. But at least we’re looking to the future and not plugging directions to the justice of the peace into our navigator app.
“I feel like getting this fresh start I already have everything I could ever want.”
He nuzzles my neck, teasing me further with his closed mouth kisses along my throat and collarbone. “C’mon. There’s got to be something you’d want.”
I giggle. “Well, to quote Goldie Hawn inOverboard, I’d love if you could give me a little girl. Not sure if you noticed, but I’m surrounded by testosterone.”
Pushing my hair back over my shoulders, he trails kisses down my chest to where my cleavage spills out of the bodice of my dress. “I know we said we’d take it slow. And I want to prove to you, I’m a man worthy of your love.”
My pulse thrums in my ears as his mouth skirts dangerously close to my nipples. I wriggle at the warmth building between my thighs.
“So, I don’t want to plant my seed in your belly just yet.”
“Oh my god.” I snort.
“But can we practice for the big day?”
I practically knock him over in my attempt to climb on top of him. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Harrison slides my one shoulder of my dress down, revealing my bare breasts. “Holy fuck, Harlow. How did I not know these tits were just waiting for me like this?” His hands tremble as he skates his open palms over my nipples. Watching this strong man almost overcome by desire, is doing crazy things to me. Then it dawns on me that it’s the first time he’s been able to touch me with both hands.
He takes his time, cupping, squeezing, sucking, and pulling my nipples taut with his fingertips. I try not to rock as his erection grows hard beneath me.
Unable to wait any longer, I slowly unfasten the buttons of his shirt while he mumbles sweet nothings between open-mouthed kisses on my throat and chest. I need to see and feel all of him.
Becoming impatient, he arches his back, pulling the remainder of his shirt out of his suit pants. The familiar sound of buttons hitting the floor making me giggle.
“If we don’t slow down, you’re going to go broke buying new clothes.”
“It’d be worth it.” Harrison crushes my torso against his, the feel of his firm, toned skin against mine like flint to an already blazing fire. While he’s lost weight after his mother’s death, he’s still as gorgeous as ever. Suddenly, he stands, my legs curling around his waist as he lifts me with him. “I need to feel all of you, baby.”
“Wait.”
He stops, worry replacing lust.
“Where do we go from here? Are you heading back to Miami tomorrow?” Panic sets in that the vicious cycle we’d fallen into last time could swallow us whole again.
“No. I’ll head back soon, but not until we come up with a plan for you and the boys to visit, as well as a schedule when I’ll be here. We’ll get the calendar out and plan around your jobs. I want to spend as much time with you as possible, Harlow. We’ll figure this out. I promise.”
That’s all I needed to hear. Crushing my mouth over his, I kiss this man with a hungry abandon. His fingers dig into my ass as his pace toward his room hastens.
“I need you,” I moan.
“Fuck, baby. I need you too.”