“This is so nice!” Arya looks around.
I point upward. “There’s a deck off the master bedroom up there.”
“Cool.”
“I think Ash sunbathes in the nude there.”
She laughs. “I really didn’t need to know that.”
“Fuck. I’m such an idiot.” I rub my face.
She sets her glass on the outdoor coffee table, turns to me, and leans in. My body electrifies in shock as she kisses me.
When she eases back and meets my eyes, I blink. “Um…”
“I’m nervous too.”
“Jesus. You’d think we’re a couple of virgin teenagers.” I pause, my eyes widening. “Oh…is that why you’re nervous?”
She laughs softly. “No. I’m not a virgin.”
“Okay. I mean if you were, that would totally be fine. I don’t have a virginity thing. One way or the other, I mean. And I’m not either. A virgin.”
She lays her soft hand on my cheek. “Somehow I didn’t think so. But why are you so nervous?”
“Because…” I clench my teeth briefly. I can’t tell her why. She’ll run screaming. “Because I really like you.”
“I like you too.” She caresses my face, my stubble rasping against her hand.
I set down my drink too, cover her hand with mine, and turn my face so I can kiss her palm. I watch her carefully. Her lips part, her eyes are half closed, and a pulse flutters in her throat. “We can just take things slowly.”
“Yes.”
With a hand on her hip, I bring her closer and kiss her. She makes a little noise in her throat, opening for me. Our tongues slide together. She tastes fantastic. I want to devour her.
Easy.
I touch my fingertips to the side of her neck so gently, my thumb brushing her jaw, our mouths moving on each other in slow, lingering kisses. Her hand curves over my shoulder, around to the back of my neck, caressing me. I suck on her bottom lip. For a moment we pause, my nose resting alongside hers, our eyes flickering open to peer at each other. Heat swells inside me and shimmers around us.
I dive in for more kisses, hotter, faster. I slide my mouth down to the side of her neck and suck gently. Leaning her forehead on my shoulder, she shivers, then she tips her head back, giving me access to her throat. I glide my tongue over her smooth skin and kiss her there too. She’s panting and making needy little sounds, and a groan climbs my throat.
I shift her closer to the arm of the couch and lean her back onto it. She lifts one leg up onto the couch. Now I’m on my knees, our hands all over each other.
She toes off her flip-flops, letting them fall to the patio, grabbing at my shirt to tug me closer.
Okay, then!
I slowly slide my hand down from her shoulder over her collarbone. Watching her face, I wait for any resistance as I linger there, then leisurely cup her breast.
“Ohhh.” She sinks her teeth into her plush bottom lip, her eyes fluttering closed. Her back arches, pushing her soft flesh into my hand.
“Christ,” I mutter, gently squeezing, then kissing her again. “You feel so good….”
“Yes…”
We make out for a long time…kissing and touching, licking and sucking. I want to feel more skin, and it seems she does too, as she slips her hands beneath my T-shirt to explore my back.
I lift my head, panting. “This isn’t exactly private.” I jerk my head toward the next-door neighbor’s house. We’re on a corner, so there’s only one, but still…
“Yeah.” She gives me big blue eyes.
“Inside?”
She nods.
I take her hand and help her stand. Then I hesitate. “Um…wait right here. Just a minute.”
She slowly sits, watching me, luckily her lips curved in a half-smile.
I dash to the door that leads to my bedroom. At the back of the house, it also has a door onto the patio. I don’t have my fucking key. Argh!
I hustle back into the kitchen, down the hall, and through my room. It’s a generous-size room—having been two smaller bedrooms at one time—with shiny oak floors, a big white-covered bed against the wall between two windows, and another door to an en suite bathroom. The room is dim, with the blinds on the two windows still closed, the only light coming through the frosted panes of the French door to the patio.
I scoop up the socks and underwear lying on the floor and shove them in the hamper, grab two towels and hang them in the bathroom, and kick a pair of shoes under the bed. Other than that, the place isn’t too bad. Thank God I made my bed this morning.
I fling open the French door and step outside.
Arya’s sitting, sipping her mojito, her face flushed.
She stands.
“This is my room,” I explain. I hold out a hand for her to climb the two steps up and inside.
“How convenient,” she murmurs, taking my hand.
“Right?” I smile and remove her drink from her grasp. I set it on the dresser and turn to her. “I, uh, just had to tidy up a bit.”
Her eyebrows lift. “Oh.” Her smile is so sweet. “Are you a bit of a slob?” Her fingers tease the back of my neck again.
“Just a bit.” I hold up my thumb and forefinger about a half inch apart.
She laughs softly. “I am too.”
“Whew.”
I bend my head to kiss her again, wrapping my arms around her and gathering her up against me.
Chapter 15
Arya
I’m trembling, inside and out, aching with need. My mouth opens to Harrison’s and I love how his tongue feels against mine, sliding in and out of my mouth. He cups the back of my head, his other hand cradling my ass, while I basically try to climb him. I can’t get close enough. I need more.
I let out a squeak when he hoists me up by my butt, and then I grip him with my thighs. He carries me over to the bed, which I’d noticed immediately upon entering the room. It’s huge, king-size, with a crisp white duvet and white pillows, except the big square ones against the headboard, which are gray—charcoal gray—as is the suede headboard and all the walls in the room. It’s masculine and seductive.
Not that I need much more seducing. Making out on the patio has me wet and throbbing.
He lays me down on the bed, tugging a pillow under my head, then stretches out next to me. With one arm beneath my neck, his other hand rests on my belly as he kisses me again. I want him to feel my boobs again, oh God, I want it. My nipples are hard, my breasts full and tender.
Then, praise Jesus, he glides his hand up to cup my breast. His other hand tangles in my hair, our mouths sliding together in slow, lush kisses. My blood is on fire.
“Can we get rid of this?” He plucks at my tank top.
“Yes.”
He works it up and over my head, leaving me in a pink lace bralette. “Sweet,” he murmurs, kissing my chest. “Sweet and sexy.”
I can tell the moment his gaze lands on my scar.
He touches it gently just above my right breast with his fingertips and lifts his gaze questioningly.
I say nothing, rolling toward him, pushing him down, climbing nearly on top of him.
His mouth curves into a smile before I kiss him again, his hands gripping my ass as I wriggle against his erection. Dear God, he’s hard. And big. I love it. I want it. All of it.
I find his skin again, under his T-shirt, sleek and hot, then he rolls me onto my back, jackknifes up to sitting and tugs the back of his shirt over his head. He tosses it aside. My chest fills with air that won’t exhale as I stare at him. He’s perfect…smoothly muscled, tanned, and solid.
I trail my index finger down between his pecs.
“I think this is first base,” he says.
I peek at him through my eyelashes. “No, no. Kissing is first base.”
“Oh. I’m doing better than I thought, then.”
I laugh and kiss his chest. “You’re doing great.” I finger the button of his jeans, but then I can’t resist palming his cock. I give it a firm rub up and down.
He closes his eyes, groans, and falls back into the pillows. “Oh yeah.”
I caress him there, enjoying the thick, firm length of him. Then he rolls me over onto my back, going onto his knees. He slides one hand under my butt, the other clasping my ankles and lifting my feet in the air. Curling his fingers into the waistband of my cropped leggings, he meets my eyes. I nod.
He drags them off me, past my knees, then over my feet, still in the air. When they’re off, he runs his hands up my legs. “Gorgeous,” he says hoarsely. He cups my pussy with one hand and leans down to kiss me again. He kisses my mouth, my jaw, my throat…down my chest. He kisses my scar. I lift my hips to press myself into his hand, needing more pressure there.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, rubbing me. “So hot. I want to make you come.”
“Ohhh. I want that too.”
He tugs aside the lace cup of my bralette and kisses my nipple. My skin tingles and tightens, lust flipping low in my belly, and when he closes his lips over the tight peak and sucks, sensation darts right down between my legs where he’s rubbing me.
He tugs at my nipple, presses on my clit, and I come, in a burst of sparks and rippling heat. I cry out, fingers clutching the duvet, my head going back.
He lifts his head and gives me a wicked smile. “There’s one orgasm.”
“I, uh…what?” I can barely breathe.
He eases up the bralette over my head, then pulls my panties off. His big hands land gently on my thighs and push them open. I’m quivering everywhere, my heart thumping.
“Christ, so beautiful.” He’s studying me so intimately. Heat flushes from my face down to my chest. “So pink and wet. I want to taste you.”
“Ungh…” I’ve lost the ability to speak actual words. But I part my legs wider for him.
“Yeah…” He moves to kneel between my legs and lowers his head there.
Oh. My. God.
My body jolts as he licks me. Fire rips through me, lighting me up. He glides his tongue up and down my outer lips, which is lovely, then kisses me there, licking where my thigh joins my hip on one side, then the other. He’s taking his time, and I’m dying.
Using his thumbs to part me, he licks deeper, slowly, as if he’s savoring me. Tension builds inside me again, making me tremble. He makes appreciative growls, and then sweeps his tongue over my clit.
I nearly lurch right off the bed. I’m still so sensitive from that orgasm only moments ago. He presses me down with his hands on my hips, tonguing my clit, then slides his hand up my body to cover my breasts. He stretches out on his belly, settling in, tweaks my nipples, rubs my clit. Sensation swirls inside me, spiraling into a tight, almost painful coil that builds higher, stronger…and higher still. “Oh my God!” I shout as another orgasm bursts inside me, white-hot sensation sliding down my legs, spreading from my pelvis through my body.
He sucks my clit, drawing out the pleasure almost unbearably, until I reach down for his head to push him away. “I can’t…stop…”
He lifts his head with satisfied smile, then lays kisses over my quaking stomach, up between my breasts, and then onto my mouth. Rising up on his knees, he unfastens his jeans and shoves them down to his knees.
I’m still gasping for air, barely able to focus, but wow, what a vision in front of me—male perfection, all sculpted muscles, sleek skin, and sweet Jesus…his cock is magnificent, thick and ridged, the head smooth. My lips part, my chest rising and falling.
He moves to get his jeans all the way off, reaches for something from the drawer of the table beside the bed, then returns to his position between my legs. He holds up the condom, then rips it open and rolls it on.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my shaking lips trying to smile.
His hands on his thick cock are so erotic…both big and solid. Powerful and yet gentle. In the quiet, dimly lit room, sunshine filtering between the blinds on the window, I feel like I’ve been transported to another reality, somewhere sensual and wanton and dreamlike.
My pussy is aching again. “Those orgasms were amazing,” I say, my voice throaty. “But I need you inside me.”
“I’m going to be,” he rasps out. “I need it too. Arya, Jesus, watching you come like that…”
I don’t know what my O face is like, but apparently it wasn’t hideous.
He kisses me again, his fingers on the slippery folds between my legs, probing deeper this time. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “So ready.”
“Oh my God, yes.” I pull up my knees as he grips his sheathed cock and finds my entrance.
It pinches at first, just a bit, and I wince.
He stops immediately. “Okay?”
I nod, biting my bottom lip. “You’re, um, big.”
“I’ll go slow.” He works his way in, inch by inch, and my body stretches and accommodates him. The sensation of him filling me is exquisite…I try to relax, but I’m so wound up, so ready to come again. It’s crazy.
He strokes loose strands of hair off my forehand and gazes into my eyes. “Still okay?”
“Yes…oh yes…”
He’s all the way inside, his groin pressed against mine, and the pressure on my sensitive mound is intense and erotic.
He’s up on his knees, sliding out of me, then back in. Pleasure torches me, burning through me body. He touches my stomach and I grip his hand, my body rolling to meet his strokes, shocked gasps falling from my lips as he fills me so deeply. So completely.
He falls forward onto his fists and lowers his mouth to mine, swallowing my panting breaths. I rub the back of his neck and pull my legs up, my feet sliding along his hips. Nose to nose, eye to eye, we move together. It’s heat and light, sunshine and fireworks, sweetness and enchantment.
My hands move everywhere—cupping his face as we kiss, caressing his hair, gripping his biceps. His strokes get faster…harder. Sensation builds in my core, a hot, throbbing glow. The bed bounces wildly.
He rears back up onto his knees, one hand on the inside of my knee, the other clasping my breast. I watch his face…oh God, so beautiful. Intense. Concentrated. Focused on me. My inner muscles tighten. I find my clit and circle it with my middle finger, and he groans.
“Do that,” he rasps. “I’m close…want you to come again.”
God, I want it too, so much. I rub faster, slicking up my arousal, and I topple into acute, all-pervading ecstasy, clenching on the thick flesh filling me.
“Yeah,” he growls. “Fuck, that’s hot. I’m there too, baby…” He lowers himself over me again, burying his face in the side of my neck. I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him as he pounds into me with his powerful hips, the inside of my body so sensitive I feel as if I’m still coming in wave after wave of pleasure.
He emits a long, raspy groan as he comes, muttering in my ear delicious curse words about how good it feels.
We’re wrapped up in each other’s arms, both of us panting and shaking and sweating. I press my open mouth to his shoulder in a long kiss, my heart quaking. This was amazing, more than anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s almost frightening, it’s so intense.
Neither of us move for a long time, holding on tightly to each other. Neither of us says anything. I’m shattered.
Eventually I feel Harrison’s body relax a bit and his weight bears down on me. His breathing is heavy in my ear. I grip his shoulder. “You asleep?” I whisper.
He grunts. “Sorry. Am I crushing you?”
“It’s okay. It feels good, but if you relax all the way I might not be able to breathe.”
Slowly he lifts his head and smiles down at me. “Jesus. I think you destroyed me.”
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br /> I drag my bottom lip between my teeth, my heart squeezing. “That’s how I feel.”
He eases out of my body, holding the condom on, and rolls off the bed. “Be right back.”
I can’t move. I can barely think.
He returns a moment later and lifts me off the bed
“Eeek!”
He holds me against him and yanks down the covers, then settles me back on the mattress before joining me. We move together like magnetic puzzle pieces, naturally fitting and fusing. I’m floating, drunk on pleasure and hormones and Harrison.
We doze a little. The next time I open my eyes the room has darkened, although it’s still light outside the French door. This feeling of being held so snugly against Harrison’s strong body, his hair-roughened legs twined through mine, his arms around me…I can’t even describe it. I haven’t felt this secure and safe in a long time. I never want it to end.
I study his face, my eyes moving over the faint bump on his nose, the scar on his eyebrow.
My heart thumps.
Harrison’s eyes flicker open, his short, thick eyelashes lifting to reveal his beautiful blue eyes. This close I can see glints of cobalt and icy blue. The corners of his wide mouth lift. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
His hands move on me in leisurely strokes that both soothe and excite.
“I’m hungry,” he says.
I blink, then grin at his unexpected statement. “Worked up an appetite?”
“It is dinnertime.”
“What?”
“It’s six-thirty.”
“Holy shit.”
He chuckles. “I’ll order something in.”
“Um…” Should I leave?
“You’re not leaving,” he says, apparently reading my mind. “I have to feed you.”
Okay, then. I smile. “All right, then.”
“How about sushi?”
I don’t move. Uh…
“Kidding,” he says with a grin. “Thai?”
“No shrimp.”
He gives me a thumbs-up and reaches down over the side of the bed. He rises with his phone in his hand. “Hang on…let me open the app.”
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