Page 1 of Perfect for Her

Prologue

Mark

She looks fucking edible lying next to me, the rising sun giving her an effervescent glow as my fingers pull her closer. I spent that last week basking in her smiles, drowning in her touches, wanting nothing more than to stay here in this little hut forever.

I didn’t plan on falling into bed with a stranger on my vacation. Hell. I didn’t even want to be on vacation at all, but Max, my twin brother, insisted I take some time off after working for three solid months without a day off. He paid for it all, even insisted when I made the point that I make more money than him, but he just shook his head, explaining that he just wanted to do something nice for me. And now, I’m lying in a king-size bed, wrapping my arms around the most beautiful woman I have ever met in life and dreading the fact that she’s leaving in a few hours.

“Mmm,” she moans as my lips trail down the back of her neck and up toward the soft spot beneath her ear. “You keep doing that and I won’t be able to get on that plane.”

I chuckle softly, smiling at the intake of breath that comes from her as my teeth lightly graze her skin.

“That’s my plan,” I mutter, my fingers tracing patterns on her flat stomach, trailing down toward the apex of her thighs. “I have been known to be very talented with these hands… maybe I can convince you to stay.”

She laughs softly, her hand grasping my wrist right before my fingers reach their destination.

“You know I would stay if I could. I have a job to get to.” If I had my way, she would stay in this bed until I had my fill. I’d tie her hands to the headboard, spread her legs, and eat her out until she begged me to stop. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

“Remind me again why you love modeling so much,” I whisper, turning her onto her back and kissing down the valley of her breasts, taking each nipple in my mouth and sucking, groaning at the arch in her back that comes with every flick of my tongue.

“Right now, I can’t think of a single reason,” she moans, her fingers tangling in my hair as my mouth latches onto her clit and doesn’t stop until her hips begin grinding on my face. “Fuck, Mark… you’re gonna make me…”

I don’t let her finish as two fingers plunge into her heat, taking her over the edge, her hips rising, her head tilting back as her screams of pleasure fill the room.

“Your sounds are addictive, you know that?” I mutter, kissing her lower lips softly before making my way back up to her mouth. “But you know what I want, gorgeous,” I whisper, nibbling at her ear as the tip of my cock hits her clit, sending shock waves through her body.

When she doesn’t answer right away, her hips circling, searching for more friction, my fingers grasp her hips, holding her still.

“Say it, Harlow, say it and I’ll give it to you.”

“Fuck me,” she moans, her eyes closed, her fingers grasping at the bedsheets beneath us. “Please fuck me, Mark.”

Fucking music to my ears.

“God, you beg so beautifully,” I mutter, taking her lips in a punishing kiss as I plunge all my inches into her pussy, basking in the scream that leaves her throat. “That’s it, Harlow, take it. Let me fuck you so hard and so good that you remember it while you’re thousands of miles away from me. Feel how good my cock feels inside you and know you will never get it again.”

My anger is coming through as my fingers grasp the headboard, using it for leverage as my hips set a punishing pace. I want more than this one week. I want more of us and she doesn’t, and she’s made that perfectly clear. Harlow’s mouth opens in a silent scream, her feet planting beneath her but it’s not enough. For either of us.

“Mark, please…” she pleads, her voice cracking as her fingers grip the back of her legs, pulling them up and I sink deeper.

I growl, needing more than this, so I flip her onto her stomach, grasp her hips and sink back inside her as my eyes close in pure ecstasy. Nothing compares to being inside her, nothing even comes close to the way her walls feel surrounding my cock.

“Jesus, how does it get better every fucking time,” I mutter, pulling her up so her back is flush with my front. One of my hands grasps her throat while the other sinks between her legs to feel where we’re joined. “Grab the headboard,” I demand, my fingers tightening on her neck as her pussy squeezes me so tight. Fuck, how am I going to live without this every day?

“Mark, holy shit…” she moans, her head falling back against my chest as I pound into her with reckless abandon.

I want to imprint myself on her body, I want to leave bruises on her skin to remind her exactly where my hands were, I want to sink my teeth into her neck so every time she looks in the mirror, she remembers what my mouth feels like against her. I’ve never felt this much possession in such a short time and she’s leaving in hours, and I know nothing I say can change that.

“Fuck…” I groan, my fingers finding her clit and pinching, causing a sound I’ve never heard from her to fill the room. “Holy shit, just like that,” I mutter, punctuating every thrust with a flick of my wrist between her legs and she goes off, her whole body convulsing as my hips become erratic. “Shit,” I whisper, pulling out and wrapping my hand around my cock and coming all over her ass and back, groaning at the sight of her covered in me.

“Jesus Christ on a cracker, why did you leave that for our last time?” she jokes, turning those bright eyes on mine and smiling. I’ve grown accustomed to waking up to her eyes, her lips, and that laugh that seems to fill every empty space around her.

“I had to make sure you remembered me somehow,” I joke halfheartedly.

In reality, I want her to remember every aspect of this last week like I know I will. I want her to think of me every time she sinks those fingers inside her pussy and gets herself off. I need that.

“Well, mission accomplished.” That smile graces her face once more and this time she turns, kissing me lightly before she gets out of bed, making her way toward the bathroom.

Once I hear the shower start, I lie back, my hands beneath my head, and I stare at the bamboo ceiling. How did I get here? How did I go from being a satisfied bachelor for life to being hung up on one woman after one week in paradise? I was supposed to come here to relax, get away from life and just drink and soak up some sun, yet here I am a week later, pining after a girl that is leaving me as if it isn’t the end of the world.

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