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“What?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Hey,” I snipped, “you can’t roll your eyes at me and then not tell me what you’re thinking.”
He waited for a few minutes and then locked his eyes directly into mine. “I was just thinking about how much I want to take you home again.”
The resonance in his voice washed over my skin and left goosebumps in its wake. “So why don’t you?”
“It didn’t work out so well for me last time, did it?”
If I hadn’t ghosted him on purpose, Imighthave taken offense. “Still draggin’ that one out, huh?” I leaned as far across the small table as I could and danced my fingertips across the back of his hand. “Didn’t you say I’d have to earn my way out?”
Harry considered me quietly for a minute and then said, “You’re not gonna ghost again are you?”
I perked an eyebrow and flashed him a seductive gaze. “Give me a good reason to hang around.”
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Harry quickly paid for our meal and then in the blink of an eye, we were back on his bike and blazing back into Hoppa. We tripped and fell our way up the sidewalk, already tangling into one another, but when we were finally behind the front door, there was no holding back. It didn’t take a genius to know that sleeping with Harry was only going to confuse my feelings. Not only was he one of the sexiest men I’d ever been with, but there was something about the way he looked at me. Something about the way each place he touched burned as if his hands were made of fire. It threw logic out the window. It had me pulling at him like I was starved and he was the only food available as he pushed up against the door with his hands sliding down my sides, journeying lower to the base of my dress.
His lips found mine in his unlit living room, sliding over them and pressing with his tongue, requesting I let him in. I sent mine forward to meet him and they twisted into one another. I let a quiet moan escape my lips, giving Harry the confidence to go further, because his hands wrapped around my thighs and he lifted me from my feet. He kept me fastened between himself and the door, reminding me exactly how strong he was behind his glasses and quiet charm. His button-up shirt, though unbuttoned, was struggling to contain his thick arms, so I did us both a favor and pulled it free.
“We’re not even in the bedroom yet,” Harry said with a snicker, and that same resolve was back but it had a depth to it that made me glad it wasn’t on me to stay on my feet for the moment. There was a beast inside Harry, one I’d met at the conclusion of our first date, and I was glad to meet it again. In most circumstances, he chose to keep that beast at bay, but now he’d released the leash and it was running rampant, letting his lips and hands go anywhere he wished.
I clawed along his back, pulling the t-shirt that had been under his button-up further up his stomach. He rested his head against my neck and licked a line up the side. I dragged the shirt further and further up until it was at his shoulders. He pulled his head back enough for me to get his shirt over his head, leaving his torso bare. I groaned at the well-cut abs and firm pecs, partnered by his biceps, flexed slightly as his arms did the job of keeping me up. The man I’d slept with in a petty fit of rage a few nights ago cracked across my brain briefly. Not one ounce of that experience had been as satisfying as the one I was having now.
And we were still in the front hall.
“Bed,” I growled, but Harry shook his head.
Through the shield of his glasses, he looked at me and I realized I’d stepped right into a trap I didn’t even see set there. “You said you’d earn your way back, so don’t rush me. I’m going to treat this as if I won’t see you again.”
He kissed me again and this time when he did it, he pinched my bottom lip in his teeth. His fingers dug into my skin, reminding me of my dress that still kept our skin apart, but his hands felt so hot against me, it was like they were ignoring that fact. Excited for what could be, I relinquished control. The more inches I gave Harry, the more feet he took.
What awaited me on the other side was equal parts terrifying and exciting to imagine.
I did what I could to anchor myself to therealreason I was there. My mission was important, and I kept having to repeat it internally in a weak attempt to keep myself from falling too deep into Harry’s spell.
But then he would hiss my name.
“Celia.”
And it was as if the arousal deep in my body was begging me to forget anything other than my carnal desires. I gripped the back of his head, fighting to catch my breath, and looked into his eyes. “How long are you going to make me wait?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he tutted. “You made me wait.”
My fingers dug a little deeper. “Punish me for it then.”
He pulled me away from the door and turned. As if he were carrying a sack of feathers, not a person, he carried me down to his bedroom. He moved with an ease, but a quickness that had the moisture between my legs doubling. I wanted,needed, him. Maybe I was impatient. I’d never had someone demand so much of me before. I felt inexplicably compelled to give it.
He dropped me down to the bed and stood over me. His normally light eyes were much darker now and wide with lust. They took several trips up and down my form and my body temperature increased.
“Stop staring.”
“No,” he replied immediately, and it was the best kind of gut punch. Who knew Harry wasthatkind of alpha? I’d never experienced anything like it. The way he let his eyes bore over me, I had to resist the urge to physically bare my neck. “You’re too beautiful not to stare at.” His hands moved to his pants to unbutton them. “I told you already, I’m behaving as if this is the last taste of you I’m going to get. Don’t expect me to hold back...”
