Page 35 of Her Kensington
“Shit,” she gasps when I place my hands on her shoulders and slowly run them down her arms, her whole body flinching under my touch.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you’d have heard me coming.”
Shaking her head, she drops it to the side and allows me the space I need to run kisses down the soft skin of her neck.
Her moan of pleasure vibrates against my lips and lust shoots straight to my dick. She might be pissed off at me, but I need her. I need to show her how sorry I am for not telling her everything from the beginning, and I need to show her what she means to me.
“Harrison—”
“Shhh…stop thinking. Just feel.”
She lets out a sigh but she doesn’t stop me.
My hands leave her for a couple of seconds as I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor before coming to stand in front of her.
Her eyes hold mine for a few seconds. I can still see anger and disappointment darkening them. Guilt engulfs me that I’ve made her feel that way. That I’ve made her question what she means to me. Her eyes soon drop from mine in favour of my naked chest and as glad as I am that I can’t see the evidence of my stupidity staring back at me, I miss the connection instantly.
Locking down my thoughts, I step back up to her, grasp the bottom of her t-shirt and peel it up her body.
