Page 45 of Hidden By the Convicts
She grabbed hold of his arm before he could pull away. “I’m okay. I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”
That carefree smile returned. “How could you ruin anything? I’m standing here with my cock rubbing against a beautiful naked woman.”
She laughed. There was just something so refreshing and sincere about Harlis that she couldn’t even get offended when she knew she probably should. Instead, she pressed her lips to his and shut out all thoughts except those of the sweet man whose hands roamed her body like he intended to learn every inch of her. She liked that idea.
His lips move down her neck and then back up to her earlobe, where he sucked and sucked until her pussy felt so damn wet. She never would have guessed her earlobe would be so sensitive. Leave it to Harlis to discover that.
Her fingers threaded through his hair as he captured a very hard peak and began using that wicked tongue of his. He lifted her and sat her on the table, nudging her legs apart. Eagerly, she wrapped her legs around him.
His cock slid into her very slick folds as he released her breast. “You okay, princess?”
She nodded as she dug her heels into his ass, drawing him closer. His eyes lit before falling to where his tip sat against her entrance. She followed his eyes and looked down as he eased into her. Something about seeing him enter her, so damn slow, sent heat through her. She lifted her hips and thrust, taking more of him.
“Now who’s impatient?” he teased.
She locked her ankles together, trapping him. “What are you going to do about it, my scoundrel?”
“Ah, I see these names are going to be vital to fucking.”
She waggled her brows. “Maybe.”
Without warning, he lifted her off the table, causing her to cling to him. He carried her across the room to his bed when he fell with her beneath him, driving himself into her further. And it felt so damn good, especially when he began to move.
Each thrust made her blood race a little faster, and each smile made her heart open just a bit more. The sex, as wonderful as it was with Harlis, had nothing on the man and the way he looked at her.
“You look happy,” he said.
“Ifeelhappy,” she said, knowing it was the truth.
“Happy looks good on you, princess.”
“You know what, Harlis? I actually feel like a princess right now.”
“Even better,” he said, as his pace picked up. “Not gonna last.” A moment later she felt her inner walls grip the man, throwing him over the edge with her.
He collapsed on her, kissing her neck as he shifted his weight to his elbows.
“You don’t know how sexy you are.”
“Hardly.”
His face fell. “Those bastards took more than your sense of safety, didn’t they?”
She didn’t know what to say to that, but he was right. She shook her head, wondering why she’d never seen this serious side to Harlis before, or rather, why she was seeing it now. “Are you okay, Harlis?”
“Truthfully? I’m a little conflicted. I’m flying high on a cloud after what we just did, but I feel selfish, like maybe I took advantage of you.”
“I agreed. In fact, I think I started this.”
He pushed back the hair that tumbled into her face. “I know, but what if this adds to your trauma somehow? I don’t know how to help you. I question myself when it comes to you. When it comes to a lot of things.”
That surprised her. Harlis always seemed so sure of himself. “Has something happened?” she asked.
“I’ve been debating telling you, but I think you should know. I had a run-in with Mozely today. When I left the maintenance area. He’s convinced you’re alive.”
She closed her eyes. The ruse had failed. Mozely would never stop until he found her.
Soft lips kissed her forehead. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
