Harry’s a walking dominant gene, so I’m figuring our kids will be better off in a ton of ways and long before they’re born.
Plus, this cat in heat is also a million dollars richer. Although, I’ll squeal about that if and when it actually happens.
But Harry bought the ticket, meaning he has more right to it than I do.
Between us, we can give our babies a solid financial start in life as well as share the best dad in the world with them.
My body feels like it’s being sucked inside with Harry’s once he opens the front door to his apartment.
An apartment that makes Kansas seem small somehow, and that view from the corridor as well as how the man actually lives almost arrests my full attention.
Almost.
His huge hands are on me before I can focus properly on anything else, pulling me toward him.
That fat dick of his pressing hard into my belly, making me groan loudly.
My own trembling hands run over his chiseled abs and chest through his shirt.
Craning my neck to look up at him, with the white light from his high ceiling radiating out from behind him…
I could easily tell myself this man is an angel come to earth.
“Megan….,” he says in a hoarse whisper. Grunting when he pulls me even closer.
The heat from his arousal presses into the volcano of my own that I feel spilling over inside me.
I try to answer him back, wanting to tell him so much, but this damned moaning of mine is the best I can manage.
Harry’s strong arms hold me up like I weigh nothing once I feel my legs giving themselves permission to finally go out from under me.
Keeping upright whenever he’s around is gonna be tricky. It’s clear to both of us that we were both designed to slot together horizontally, and often.
Starting right now.
But he wants to tell me something. His eyes are like fire that match the blazing heat pouring off his body.
I guess I have something I should tell him too… But all this primal energy means I can only communicate in grunts, clicks, and whistles for now.
“Just tell me this is what you want… I mean… Tell me you want—” he starts to ask, gripped by another shudder of his own as I suck air in through my teeth.
Trying to make the words.
I want… I fucking want!
The flat of my hand running up and down his thick organ through his pants is the easiest reply. And hearing him growl with satisfaction, that perfect face of his coming closer to mine.
The sensation of his lips over mine as he lifts me up would be enough to see any mortal woman lying in a puddle.
My legs doing their best to wrap around his waist as he moves us both over to a huge, oversized leather sofa.
Standing as tall and strong as his manhood, Harry holds me like this for what feels like forever. Our mouths having the dress rehearsal for what I know our whole bodies will be doing very soon.
He sure does taste as good as he looks, too.
But I think it’s safe to say that kissing him only makes me want the rest of him even more.
Our mouths unlock, and he set me down on the couch.