Page 98 of The Wild Card

We laugh giddily together.

“God, I wanted to hear you say that,” he utters quietly, resting his forehead against mine. “I hoped you would, but there’s no way I thought I’d ever get this lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” I say, my anxiety finally beginning to loosen its grip on me. I nearly fucked this up. Big time. “It feels so crazy to be having this conversation. This is scary, Harry. But I know it’s you. You’re the one for me. My soul has known it for a long time. My heart, too. Just took my head a little while to catch up.”

“Stubborn little pretty head,” he chides, playfully tapping a knuckle on my forehead. He squeezes me to his chest. “Fuck—I need to say it again. I love you, Nadia.”

“I love you,” I respond with urgency in my voice.

Harry kisses me some more. And then some more.

My brain is light and fuzzy when we eventually pull apart. He looks equally drunk off the kiss. His face is flushed and his eyes are hooded.

And when I rub myself against him, I discover that—out of nowhere—he seems to have grown a third leg.

How odd.

He gazes down into my eyes. “What happens now?” he rasps in a dark tone.

“Anything you want,” I rasp back.

His third leg seems to like my response. Very much. Through Harry’s sweatpants, I feel it throbbing against my stomach.

His grin turns dark and his eyes smolder. “Be careful what you consent to, Nadia. I’ve been having all kinds of ideas since the last time I had my hands on you.”

“Ideas?” I ask innocently, my body coming alive the second his hands slide down to the curve of my ass. “What kinds of ideas?” My hips instinctively move closer to his, wanting a better feel of his erection.

“The kinds of ideas I can’t quite put into words,” he whispers. His head dips and his mouth finds my throat, depositing wet, warm kisses in the sensitive spot. “So, let me show you.”

I sigh at the scratchy feeling of his cheek brushing against my neck. While I’m busy swooning, Harry finds the front of my coat and starts undoing the buttons. Before I’ve caught on to what’s happening, the pile of wool hits the floor, puddling around my feet.

Our mouths come together again. Harry undresses me frantically as I wrestle his sweatpants past his hips.

We separate just long enough for my chunky sweater to go flying over my head. In the next instant, he’s somehow got my jeans and my panties around my ankles. And I’m flinging his T-shirt to the floor.

Then, he’s kissing his way down my body and shoving my hips back against a brick wall. And then, he’s falling to his knees with his mouth on my navel and his hands searching for the wetness between my thighs.

Tugging firmly on the denim, he frees me completely of my jeans. He runs a slow finger through my wet folds and I shiver, bracing my shoulders against the wall.

“Y’know, I haven’t stopped thinking about this pussy since that night I had it on my tongue.” He hooks a hand behind my knee, pulling my thigh over his shoulder. “I missed it.” Then he coaxes my other knee over his shoulder, too, and now both of my ass cheeks are virtually sitting in his palms as I hold myself up against the cool bricks. “I missed all of you.”

My eyes slam shut. So much anticipation swirling inside me. “Oh, Harry…” I moan, sliding my fingers into his hair and rolling my pelvis as his mouth opens on my mound. “I missed you, too.”

He gives attention to my clit before moving his soft, warm tongue through my folds, making me shudder and shake over and over again.

My head is floating so high with sheer pleasure that I don’t even notice when Harry rises to his full height. Imagine my surprise when I blink and find myself almost at eye-level with his chandelier.

“Oh my god, you crazy man! What are you doing?” I say, clutching his hair like a safety harness.

He smirks up at me, squeezing my ass. “Taking this to the next level. Literally. Enjoy the ride, baby.”

With my legs hanging over his shoulders, he presses my back to the corner wall. He absolutely devours me, alternating languid strokes of his heavenly tongue with devastating suckles on my clit. He does it all so effortlessly, balancing my weight on those sexy, muscular shoulders of his.

It all feels unreal. His mouth on me feels unreal.

I get so lost in it, straddling his face, grinding restlessly, clawing at the wall and completely destroying my manicure. So fucking worth it, though.

When the pleasure becomes too much, I start to shake. From my perch on Harry’s shoulders, I gape down at the hardwood floor.

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