Page 53 of The Harborer
Her beautiful eyes gleamed like polished onyx in the dim light of his living room, and they locked onto his as she took one step and then another toward him. “I didn’t realize how I felt until just now,” she said softly. “I’ve let a misplaced sense of loyalty cloud my vision for a long time, and I’ve only recently begun to acknowledge whatIwant.”
He stared at her, his mind buzzing to interpret her words, hesitant to accept their meaning because he was filtering them through his own hopeful lens. So many questions danced on his tongue, but he held onto them like guarded secrets, ready to swallow them down. Yeah, he was completely unhinged.
An explosion behind him on the TV startled him, and he spun and poked the power button. The screen went dark.Instinctively, he turned back to Amy and closed the gap between them, meeting her partway.
He jabbed a thumb against his chest. “Are you saying you wantme?” Air suspended in his lungs.
She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, but a smile tugged the corners of her gorgeous mouth. “Yes, for Gaia’s sake!”
“Sorry. I’m a little thick.”And a whole lot of surprised. He deflected. “Who the heck is Gaia anyway?”
“She’s the ancient Greeks’ version of Mother Earth. I was raised Catholic and taught not to take the Lord’s name in vain,” she babbled, “so Gaia became my go-to for ‘God.’ Instead of saying ‘For God’s sake!’ I say—”
“For Gaia’s sake. Got it.” He raised his hand. “Also a Catholic.”
Her dark brows rode up her forehead and kissed her hairline. “Oh! How did I not know that?”
“Same reason I didn’t know you were. I’ve never seen you in church.”
“There isn’t a Catholic church in Fall River,” she pointed out.
“Fair, but Montrose has one.”
Her head tilted to the side, and her nose crinkled as if she was trying to puzzle him out. They stood less than two feet apart, but the awkwardness dividing them was as wide as his entire apartment.
He hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “Can we, uh, skip the religion and get back to the part where I was rocking your world and you were a tiny bit in love with me? Or did I annihilate the moment?”
Suddenly, she fizzed like a shaken bottle of pop and covered her mouth to hold back what sounded like a torrent of giggles trying to escape. Then she doubled over. Unsure whether this was a good or bad sign, he gave her a half-smile coupled with a confused frown.
Bringing herself upright, she flapped her hand. “I’m sorry,” she snort-laughed. “It’s not you, it’s me. You’re so cute, and I’m really bad at this.”
“Yeah, me too,” he chuffed, releasing some of his tension. Hope hitched one side of his mouth higher.Cute? Cute’s good. I think.
He didn’t have time to contemplate it further because somehow their bodies collided, and they became a jumble of limbs and mouths.
Jesus, her mouth! Warm and succulent and so fucking sweet. A hint of citrus and champagne combined with something he’d only tasted in her kisses—it washer. He sank into the kiss as he maneuvered them toward the couch. She caught on quickly and helped guide them there. He dropped onto the cushions and brought her with him, cradling her bottom so she straddled his lap. Then his hands were on the loose, one tangling in hair he’d wanted to touch for as long as he could remember while the other one explored her back and shoulders. Small-boned, she didn’t have much real estate for him to investigate, but God, did she fit him perfectly!
He dragged his mouth from hers, roaming it along her neck, her ear, inhaling the intoxicating lavender scent of her skin, noting which spots made her shiver or mewl. She began an exploration of her own, and his fine hairs rose everywhere her fingers landed. He wanted those hands on himeverywhere.
She plastered herself against him and wriggled as if she couldn’t get close enough. Her fingers tunneled through his hair, tugging, sending hot chills cascading down his spine. The fire she’d ignited inside him roared, sending flames upward to lick the sky, and his cock swelled beneath her ass, transforming into a shaft of pure steel.
Taking her mouth once more with a demanding kiss, he snaked his hands under the hem of her sweater, inching upward on either side of her rib cage, giving her time to adjust in case she didn’t like where he was headed. She didn’t stop him. He angled his thumbs and stroked her nipples through the thin silk of her bra. A whimper rose in her throat, and it shot straight to his rock-hard dick.
“You like that?” he mouthed against her lips.
“Yes,” she hissed. “More.” She grinded against him, the friction making his cock pulse with need.
He pinched and tweaked and tugged, and she moaned into his mouth. The kiss grew deeper, more intense, their mouths hot and frantic. An urgent need to touch her everywhere overtook him. He pulled away and lifted the sweater up and over her head, revealing a cream-colored bra that barely contained the fleshy softness cresting its cups. The nipples he’d been stroking strained against the flimsy fabric.
Christ, he wanted his mouth on them!
She pulled his head back to hers and took command of the kiss. As their tongues continued a desperate dance, he glided his hands up her arms, relishing her velvety skin, heading over her shoulders, to her back where he popped her bra hooks. He slid the straps over her arms, tossed the garment somewhere toward the kitchen, and palmed her breasts. Her beaded nipples grazed his skin.
Fuck yeah.So soft. So plush. So perfect.
He tried to go slow, he really did, but the muted, sexy cries in her throat spurred him on. Cupping and stroking, he savored the heaviness filling his hands. Meanwhile, her hands were everywhere under his shirt, and her luscious ass squirmed against his aching dick. Unable to hold back, he broke the kiss, dropped his head, and sucked a turgid peak into his mouth. She arched into him, and he plucked and rolled the other nipple between his thumb and fingers.
“Oh God, yes,” she wailed.
