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I swallowed hard. My heart was thundering through me and my head was fuzzy. “I don’t want you to.”
His hands moved away after freeing his button and pulling down the zipper, giving me a teasing view of the bulge that rested within. It seemed larger than I remembered, but the thoughts disappeared as his hands went down to my legs to unwrap my dress and pull it away from my body. He left it to rest beneath me and wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled, dragging me to the edge of the bed as he knelt. His eyes fluttered closed and he placed soft kisses all along the inside of my legs, trailing down until he was almost at my core, before hopping back up the top of the other legs and starting down again.
“Stop teasing me,” I growled.
His eyes flicked open for a moment, landing in mine. “No.”
I was terrified of him. Of how quickly he made me forget everything that wasn’t him. I’d spent my entire life always keeping some semblance of control over myself, but Harry made me feel like I was falling from the top story of a skyscraper.
And I liked it.
I dropped my head back, and Harry returned to kissing my legs. Kisses turned to nibbles and then to bites. I gasped as his teeth sunk in. His breath caressed my skin as he chuckled at my reaction and his hands moved forward off my thighs, just enough to grab the edges of my underwear and drag them down my legs. The exposure was frightening but exciting, and I was rewarded for my lack of complaints by Harry’s head finally pushing in to lick.
I whined and writhed as he set to work, taking as much of me below as he wanted. I pulled the blanket beneath me into my hands and squeezed, but it did little to keep me holding on. “Harry,” I moaned, but it only encouraged him, increasing his focus on my sweetest spot. My mind went blank and my ears hummed with a quiet white noise as an orgasm pulsed through me. It started small but grew into the greatest feeling I’d ever experienced. If sound was coming out of my mouth, I couldn’t hear it, only feel the pleasure as it rocketed over me.
Harry pulled up, and my cheeks burned at the sight of him licking his lips. The more time we spent together, the more convinced I was becoming that he knew my plan all along and was trying to drive me from it. He had to be using something supernatural. How had he helmed so much control of me in such a short period of time? What did it mean?
But then Harry’s hands were back on my sides, and it didn’t matter. They slid around my back to pull apart the clasp of my bra, and then he blanketed himself over me and landed a kiss against my neck as he pulled it free.
He stepped back again and smiled down at me, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”
Alarms of all kinds were going off in my mind. I’d put in so much hard work building a wall between Harry and myself that would keep him close enough to hurt, but not close enough to hurt me, but in he waltzed with a sledgehammer and was knocking shit down left and right. Anything he could find that stood between him and me was destroyed until his skin against mine felt more permanent, and more real than anything that had ever touched me before. He pulled down his pants and boxers, doing away with what clothes remained between us, quickly snaking a condom from his pants pocket before releasing them fully.
He set the wrapper between his teeth, and all the places he’d bit me up to that moment pulsated with memory. As he rolled the condom over, I put on a sly smile. “I’m ready.”
“Good,” he replied.
He grabbed my legs and pulled them up against his chest, and then a hand moved down to guide himself inside. My hips bucked and insides swirled, both rushing toward and away from the intense feeling. It wasn’t just that my most recent sexual experience had beensounsatisfying, it was that Harry was profoundly different from anyone I’d let near me before. He crossed a physical threshold, but he was inserting himself into me on a deeper, more ethereal level. He worked himself into a rhythm, letting out quiet, sexy grunts of his own as he did, and I opened up as much as I could, not even recognizing the lurid noises I was making as a result.
His hands slid into the grooves in my hips and mine wrapped around his wrists for leverage as we moved against each other in a bowing pattern that made each thrust feel like ten. Each bead of pleasure burst like a piñata and rained bottomless rapture down over me.
“Fuck.” It was all I could get out before my whole body started to shake.
He held onto me tighter and I shuddered as my very bones rattled inside of me. Now, I could hear myself, crying out, trying to form words, but nothing coming out besides incoherent sounds, but Harry didn’t slow. He used his strength to lift me up again and flipped us until I was straddling over him, riding him instead. My body moved on instinct, up and down, finding any angle or speed I could to keep my skin searing hot and latched to Harry. Even though I could feel sweat dripping down my skin, I continued, going faster and faster, because before I knew it, I was at the finish line again. How many laps had it been? Harry’s grip on me got tighter and tighter, until I knew there would be marks there the next day, and finally, he slammed all the way into me and shuddered as he came, a sexy, animalistic growl roaring out of him as he did.
He released, and I collapsed on top of him. His chest rose and fell under me just as mine did, while we both struggled to catch our breath.
“I have to apologize,” I said, in a moment of raw honesty. “How Ieverdidn’t return your calls is beyond me. You are far and away the best I’ve ever had.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Yeah. I’ve never been with anyone like you before,” he responded and then groaned. “I know we have to move, but I don’t want to.”
“So, let’s not” My eyes were already growing heavier and heavier, worsened by Harry wrapping his arms around my back and tracing gentle circles along the small of it. “I’m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that.”
“So, fall asleep,” he said, “or are you afraid of still being here in the morning?”
In truth, I was. Not because it was all just a ruse, but because if I stayed, I was afraid it’d start to feel less and less like one. “No,” I lied. “I was hoping for round two.”
He laughed. “We’ll get there. Don’t you worry.” He kissed the top of my head. “It’s okay to sleep here, you know.”
“I know,” I said, and then glanced up at Harry. His eyes fell into mine and it took my breath away. I set my head back down on his chest and closed my eyes, trying to still the thrumming in my heart.
The last thought that crossed my brain as I fell asleep was that I was in serious trouble.
Chapter Eight
Bullet
Every part of me truly expected Celia to be gone when I woke up, so when I peeled my eyes open and she was still nestled against me with my hand resting over her slender hip, I smiled. Even with her hair a mess from the raucous lovemaking we’d engaged in well into the early hours of the morning, she was still stunning, and I found myself staring. I’d be lying if I said I understood what was going on in my life at the moment. Between Nick trying to promote me at the club and Celia and I suddenly dating again after what happened the first time, it felt like things were more happeningtome versus me making an active choice. What was I meant to do with it all?
