Page 492 of Hell Hath No Fury
“Cut?”
“This is called a cut.” He slid off his vest and folded it neatly, setting it on the chair by the window, before kicking off his boots. Once he was barefoot and cut free, he closed the distance between us and stood in front of me again. “There. Now, we’re even.”
“You’re wearing a bra, too?” I teased.
He smiled. “You’ll have to peel me out of my clothes to find out.”
I blushed. “Why am I so embarrassed?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “But there’s no one here to judge you, Bryn.”
“Can you take over, please?”
“You sure you want that?”
“God, yes,” I hissed.
His mouth covered mine and I wrapped my arms around his waist as he intensified the kiss. I couldn’t stop myself from sliding my fingers along the ridges of his abs and I felt his muscles contract in response.
He broke the kiss briefly to remove his shirt and I let out a quiet gasp at the sight of his chest. “Holy moly,” I breathed out.
The Dogs of Fire club logo was front and center, tattooed across his chest with wings on either side above it. I ran my fingers over it, letting the tips of them dip into each crevice as I explored his incredible body.
“Your turn,” he said, and I met his eyes. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded, and he helped me lift my T-shirt over my head. He reached behind me and unsnapped my bra, releasing my double D’s with ease.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Jesus.”
I tried to cover my breasts with my arms, but he stopped me.
“What are you doing?” he admonished. “Don’t you dare hide these from me.” He ran his thumbs over my nipples, and they tightened into pebbles. Pulling me closer, his mouth went to my neck and his teeth scraped gently along my jaw. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Bryn. Fuck, I can’t believe you’re trusting me with this.”
He kissed me again, lifting me and carrying me to my bed, throwing the bedding back and setting me gently on themattress. He tugged my jeans down, panties and all, throwing everything into the corner of the room. I was fully exposed to him, and I closed my eyes, forcing myself just to feel.
He wrapped his hands around my thighs, tugging me down the bed, then spreading me open to him where he buried his face between my legs. I let out a quiet groan as his tongue ran through my already slick folds and I couldn’t stop myself from fisting my hands in the bedding.
“Harm?” I panted out, almost in tears, but he was too focused on my clit to hear me.
His fingers slipped into me, and I knew I was too far gone to think, so I let the sensations pour over me. But when his thumb pressed against my clit, I cried out as an orgasm hit and then I burst into tears, unable to control the emotions welling up inside.
“Jesus,” Harm whispered, climbing up my body, and wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. “Shit, did I hurt you?”
“No,” I sobbed out. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. In. My. Life.”
“Shit, seriously?” he asked, concerned.
“I’m only going to say this one time, well, in my bed, but DC would never do…that… to me.”
He frowned. “That?”
“You know…” I waved my hand over my vaginal area, “…that.”
“Eat you out?”
“Yes. He felt it was gross and unclean.”
“He was all about you givin’ him head though, huh?”
