I shrug and look away. Do I admit that it’s an everyday occurrence for me?
“You can tell me,” she says as she places whispering kisses along my jaw. Fucking hell, this woman is going to be the death of me. How did we go from barely talking to this? I’m not complaining by any means, but I want her to be so god damn sure of herself because I’m not ready for any heartbreak.
“Something tells me that I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
Katelyn pulls back. Her finger tugs again at my nipple ring. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. I have no doubt that my eyes roll back into my head each time she does that. “Does this hurt?”
“Hell no, it feels so good.”
She does it again, eliciting the same response. “Can I try something?”
“Anything,” I reply.
“Lift your arms.”
I do as she asks.
Her hands travel from my waist, up my sides, her fingertips leaving a path of heated fervor as they move over my skin. She lifts my shirt, setting it behind her. She kisses along my collarbone, down my chest. Her tongue traces over my tattoos. The moment she touches my ring, I grip her hips and pull her higher onto my hard on. I slide my hand up her body and cup her breast. I bite down on her collarbone as I rock her against me.
“Fuck,” I hiss when her fingers pull at the button to my shorts. I’m going to hate myself in the morning, but I need to say it, “Not here, baby.”
Her hand snakes into my shorts, her palm pressing against me. “Yes, here.”
HE holds me tightly. One hand cups my face, with his thumb caressing my cheek. His arm is wrapped around my back, keeping me from falling off his motorcycle. How he holds us steady with his feet planted on the ground is beyond me. I meet his gaze and see the need… the want in his eyes. It’s been there this whole time and not just now; but because of what’s about to happen. He’s looked at me this way since the first day we met. I wasn’t blind to it, just not willing to accept that I need to move on, but I am now and want to with him.
My hand grazes the dark patch of hair. My fingers trail up and down as I watch his eyes close. I lean forward, allowing his fingers to thread into my hair, and lightly pull on his nipple ring. He hisses and grips me harder. There’s so much about him that I was denying and for what? I don’t have the answer. He’s done everything he can to show me he’s in this deep and doesn’t want to hurt me. He wants to love me. I want this with him.
“Katelyn?”
“Huh, what?” I look at Jenna and Josie. Both of them have their eyebrows raised with stupid little smiles on their faces.
“Where are you?” Josie asks as she sips her coffee.
We’re finally sitting down to go over wedding stuff. Josie and Liam have set a date, right after Christmas to allow them to celebrate their first holiday as a family together. Me? I think they just want more presents. I process her question and realize I need to craft my answer carefully. I’m not willing to divulge what Harrison and I did last night.
“You’re off in la la land. Does it have to anything to do with that hunk of a man you’ve been hanging out with?” Jenna asks. I eye her up and wonder if she’s attracted to him? I can’t lie and say I’ve never been attracted to him. He’s very good looking. He’s confident in knowing he’s capable of loving me the way I need to be loved. When I finally pulled my blinders off, I saw the man who oozed sex appeal. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I’d hold him in my arms. Before I’d thread my fingers through his dark, beautiful hair. Before I’d feel him… all of him as he brought me to my peak over and over again as if it would be our last time together. The man who is so confident when he’s in the room with me that I can’t help but know his eyes are trained solely on me, regardless of how bitchy I am.
“I’m fine,” I say, trying to erase the image of Harrison and I on the motorcycle last night. Not that I plan to forget it any time soon, but this isn’t the time to let my reaction to one of the most incredibly sexy moments in my life show through. “Did you decide on colors?” I ask, hoping that I didn’t miss it.
“No, not yet,” Josie says as she opens one of the many magazines sitting on the table. I swear she has every subscription available. “I like red and Liam likes black, but I don’t know.”
“I think you should wear a red cape over your gown. It goes with your winter theme and will keep you warm.” Jenna says.
“Oh I like that idea,” I add. Josie’s gown is gorgeous and just perfect for her. Liam won’t know what hit him when she walks down the aisle.
Josie claps her hands together and writes something down. I don’t envy her. Okay, maybe I do. Mason and I had a small wedding. My parents thought I was too young to get married and wouldn’t pay for much of it and his parents paid for what they could. It wasn’t much, but it was ours, and that’s all that mattered. Honestly, I can’t see myself walking down the aisle again.
His caress his soft. He cradles me like a fragile doll, even though I’m not. I’m not going to break suddenly; at least I don’t think I will. He slides his hand from my back to my ass and pulls me forward. I rock against him. His mouth moves along my neck to my chest; placing lingering kisses as he keeps rhythm with our bodies.
My hand moves into his shorts. There’s not much room between our bodies. This would be easier on the ground or in a bed, but here… on his bike… the need to be with him is so great that I can’t stop. I won’t. I need this moment with him.
I pull his zipper down carefully, never breaking eye contact with him. His adam’s apple bobs up and down each time he swallows. He stands and the bike wobbles making me wonder if this is a smart idea after all. Harrison smiles and kisses me briefly, before pulling out his wallet. My heart skips a beat when I see the classic foil package in his hand.
“This not how I expected our first time to be,” he says. He pulls his shorts down a bit, enough to free himself. I gasp. Something in the back of my mind tells me to run, but my heart is screaming at me to stay and to give myself to the man in front of me.
“You’re prepared.”
He sits down and cups my face. “After the other day, I’ve been hopeful, but I won’t pressure you. I want you to be absolutely sure.”