Page 6 of Her Kensington
“Twenty-one.”
“And a few.”
“Cheeky.” Grabbing my hand he pulls me from the suite and into the elevator. He presses the button for the ground floor before backing me up against the wall.
“Sooo?”
Dropping his head to my neck, he kisses the sensitive skin below my ear. “Thirty-two,” he whispers, so quietly I don’t think he really wanted me to hear.
“HOW OLD?!” I squeal, pushing at his shoulders so he has no choice but to pull back and look at me. I want to look shocked but the smile twitching at the corners of my lips gives me away. “Because I was thinking more like forty.”
His chin drops open in shock. “You cheeky little—” whatever he was going to say is cut off when the elevator doors open and another couple walks in. He moves to stand next to me, and I don’t expect his fingers to trail up the inside of my thigh. My loud intake of breath ensures that the other couple looks over. I fight to keep the blush from my cheeks but I can’t, and the heat rises.
When he finds my clit, he presses a finger against it, making me tremble with need. “I may be too old for you, but I’m notthatold.”
“I…I was…j…joking,” I stutter as he slowly starts to circle his finger against me.
Thankfully, the elevator dings to announce our arrival. Harrison removes his hand as the other couple walks out. I breathe a sigh of relief because another few seconds and what he was doing to me would have been no secret.
Harrison notices me glance over to the LBD as we walk past the entrance.
“Did you want to go in? Collect anything, say goodbye to anyone?”
I come to a stop and stare at the purple lights as my short time spent working in there flashes through my mind. I can’t say I really enjoyed my time there. It was…an experience. But suddenly leaving the way I am has my palms a little sweaty. This is not how I expected things to go. I had visions of having money sat in my bank account and a college acceptance letter in hand as I told Max to screw his sleazy job. My hands tremble with uncertainty, and I shake them out to try to push it away. “No, I really don’t want to.”
“You were never meant for that place, beautiful. But thank god you were there because I may not have found you otherwise.” His words do sweeten my memories of my many long night shifts being leered at by drunk men a little.
“I’m pretty sure I was always destined to crash into you one day.” He doesn’t respond but I can tell by his smile that he agrees with me.
With one last look at the place I spent so many hours, I hold my head high and walk out the front of the hotel with my hand firmly where it should be—entwined with Harrison’s.
Harrison
“So where are we going?”Summer asks as I sit on her bed and watch her pack. In reality, she doesn’t need any of it. She thinks I was awake watching her sleep this morning, which is partly true, but mostly I was booking us the most luxurious honeymoon I could find. We have what looks like the most incredible private villa waiting for us. I’ve already organised for everything we’ll need for our week’s stay to be there. I’m just humouring Summer’s need for me not to spend money on her right now by allowing her to pack her own suitcase.
“It’s a surprise.”
She narrows her eyes at me in frustration. “Is it abroad?”
“It is,” I confirm.
“What if I don’t have a passport?”
“You’re coming to London; I already know you have a passport.” I know all the details on it as well, seeing as Ireland came up trumps this morning when I needed them to book our flights. Sticking her tongue out at me, she turns back to her case. “Do that again and I’ll make it mine,” I warn, my trousers getting tight at the thought alone.
“Oh yeah?” She puts her hands on her hips before doing it again. I’m off the bed in seconds and she lets out a little shriek as I force her into the wall.
“I don’t joke, Summer,” I say before crashing our lips together. I kiss her until she’s panting, groaning for more. Then I step away. “Come on, we’re running out of time.” Rearranging myself as I walk off, I listen to her complain behind me about being a tease. I can’t help but smile. I can see she’s worried about what’s to come, but she doesn’t need to be. I have every intention of giving her everything she could need, providing a life she’s always dreamt of. I’m hoping this honeymoon will show her just how good things can be.
Before returning to the hotel to grab the few things I have, I instruct the taxi driver to head to the chapel.
Was getting married last night when I knew she was drunk wrong? Probably. But the second the words fell from her mouth it was all I could think about—making her mine, giving her my name, ensuring she’d leave with me this time. I’d sworn off the possibility of doing all this again after the fall out from my last relationship, but there’s something about Summer. I’m incapable of staying away from her. Our time apart was hell for me. Knowing she’s now mine gives me more contentment than I think I’ve ever felt in my life. She’s the piece of me that’s been missing.
I stand and watch, totally enthralled, as she spins around in the room where we said our vows to each other last night. She’s wearing the dress she wore the night we went out for dinner and she looks just as beautiful as she did in her wedding gown.
“Maybe I should have worn my dress,” she says with a laugh as she walks up the aisle.
“Too late, it’s getting shipped back to the UK.”
