Page 57 of Wish I Didn't Want You Back

Her palms skimmed over my shoulders. I reached my hand to the side of the seat to recline it back. There was no space between us. No hesitation. It was only her—just us. I groaned against her mouth. Harlow moved her fingers down my chest and untucked my dress shirt. The feeling of her nails grazing along my skin made my entire body shudder with need.

I’d been with other women since she left, but they were never her. Not even close.

Harlow made a soft, needy sound in the back of her throat. Every little moan that slipped out lit a fire inside me. All the years of loving her and missing her came rushing back. My hands framed her face as her tongue met mine, stroke for stroke.

We kissed in the dark like we were trying to make up for lost time. I could have kissed her forever. She was in my arms again, and nothing else mattered.

A car sped by, so I pulled back, needing a second to catch my breath. I held her face in a tight grip. She was a mess with wild hair and flushed cheeks, yet she was the kind of pretty that made time slow down. Her eyelids were heavy, her lips were swollen, and the ache in my pants was unbearable.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I rasped, sliding my hands along her shoulders. “Anyone could see us.”

She smiled, soft and sweet, as she squeezed the bulge in my pants. “I don’t care.”

I jerked back. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I want to make you feel good.”

I drew in a sharp breath. “Harlow, we are not doing this right now.”

“Why not? I can feel how hard you are for me?”

That was true, but we had already crossed too many lines tonight.

“Sweetheart,” I warned, but she didn’t listen. I should have pushed her away. But when her fingers traveled to my zipper, slow and deliberate, every nerve in my body was on high alert.

This was dangerous and foolish, but I was a red-blooded male who was turned on like there was no tomorrow.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to meet her eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”

The second I said the words, my dick hardened in defiance.

She shifted closer, bringing her mouth to my cheek. “I want to do this, so stop trying to talk me out of it.”

I didn’t think there was anything she would ask for that I wouldn’t give her right now.

“This is reckless. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

Her fingers traced a lazy pattern along my inner thigh. “You used to like reckless.”

“That was a long time ago.”

Why was she pushing me so hard? I only had so much control, and what little I had left was about to snap.

Her lips continued to tease the edge of my jaw. “You have no idea how much sleep I’ve lost because I can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to be back in your bed again.”

Jesus.

“I don’t know what was in that wine tonight, but you have no idea what you are saying. You will regret these words in the morning.”

She only had two glasses of Merlot, so I had no idea what was spurring her on like this.

“I would never regret you.” Her fingers fumbled with the button of my pants.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I’m afraid that come morning, you will go back to hating me again. If this is my one chance, I’m going for it.”

She was making it so damn hard to deny her.

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