Page 159 of Piece You Saved

So I do.

As I reach for the bottom of his shirt, he slowly shifts me onto my back, communicating loud and clear what he intends. It would be impossible to be even the slightest bit startled.

Yet he still pauses, eyes me as if he wants to check I’m good.

“I’m okay,” I whisper and reclaim his lips.

I push his shirt up, and he takes over, easing it over his head. My fingers explore the warmth of his back, his shoulders, and each indentation, including the one at the base of his spine. I learn every inch of skin I can touch, and I moan as I shift restlessly beneath him, craving more.

We work together to ease his pants down his legs. When they get caught on his boots because he didn’t take them off, we choke back our laughter. I toe his boots off as he pushes his pants down the rest of the way. And then he’s naked. His cock glides over my belly and settles at the vee of my thighs.

He breaks the kiss, holding my gaze as he dips his head and kisses the tip of my nose, my cheek—both right and then left—and finally the point of my chin.

He moves down.

My shoulder, collarbones, and my breasts. Every part of my body receives his loving attention.

I don’t know if he’s still looking at me because my eyes flutter closed as I bury my hands in his hair with a groan.

I tilt my hips up. A soft moan slips from my lips as Harley delivers lick after lick of orgasm-inducing pleasure between my thighs.

When I’m trembling, hovering over the edge of release, I tug on his hair. “Harley?”

He presses a final kiss on my core and slides up my body. “Saige?”

I peel my eyes open and look at him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you,” I quietly admit.

His face softens. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop needing you.”

“I need you, too,” I say. Not just his body or his smile. But him.Allof him.

As he dips his head to kiss me, I wind my legs around him, angling my hips up as he pushes into me.

I release a soft gasp, burying my nails into his back as he slowly invades me.

Drawing back an inch, he slides forward, easing into me with a soft groan. I cling to him with nails, legs, and arms. He glides within me, burying himself deeper and deeper until he fills me so completely, I never want him to leave me again.

Harley breaks his kiss, his face taut, and eyes dark with heat. “I think I’m going to stay right here forever. How does that sound?”

I smile back, even as my body burns. “Perfect.”

The longer he doesn’t move, the more desperately I need him to drive into me. As if he feels it too, he strokes his hands down my waist, closes them around my hips, and resumes rocking into me.

He starts slow, with smooth, easy motions that slowly tip me over the edge while gradually increasing his pace. I stroke my hands over sweat-dampened skin, and we fill the room with the musky scent of sex and low groans.

As he drives into me, he keeps his eyes locked on me, and I keep mine on him.

The pressure within me builds and builds.

My toes curl as I dig my heels into the back of his thighs because my release is right there.

Harley’s face tenses as he growls, thrusts hard into me, holding himself deep as he fills me with heat.

Each harsh spasm inside me makes me gasp until my head falls back and I come with a loud moan. My muscles ripple around him and then clutch him tight as he presses his lips to my shoulder, groaning as we ride out our climax together.

I lose track of time, letting my eyelids flutter closed as I wrap my arms around him and relax into the bed.

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