“Jealousy looks good on you, Harry.”
He tilts his chin up but doesn’t say a word.
“You think I want him, don’t you?” I ask with a playful grin. “You think I went to that diner to see him before we…”
“Stop it, Ava,” he warns. “You’re playing with fire.”
I inch close to him, edging up to my tiptoes, so I can lower my voice. “Take me home and fuck me. Make me forget any other man exists.”
“Such a pretty little pussy.” Harry licks a path up my inner thigh. “I’ve been waiting for this, London. I’ve thought about how incredible you taste.”
I’m naked on my bed while Harry teases me to the point that will soon draw tears to my eyes.
“You’re punishing me,” I accuse him as I try and snap my legs shut.
He keeps them in place with his hands splayed over my thighs. “Is that what I’m doing?”
He finally touches my swollen clit, but it’s a soft kiss and nothing more.
I whimper as he pulls back to stand.
He takes all the time in the world to toe out of his shoes and socks. Before he loses his sweater, he looks me over again, stopping to stare at my pebbled nipples before his gaze drops to my mound.
“Open your legs,” he demands. “Show me how much you want me.”
I shake my head. “You’re cruel.”
That lures a deep-seated laugh from him. “I’m patient. I’m savoring this image because I want to imprint it in my mind forever. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful than you.”
He repeated those words as he stripped me of my clothing as soon as I locked my apartment door.
By the time we reached my bedroom door, I was only wearing my panties. Those were lost to his fist in his urgent need to see all of me. I squealed when he ripped them from my body.
His hands drop to the buckle of his belt. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck me,” I spit the words out with such force that they sound desperate.
It makes sense. I am desperate.
His gaze lingers on my core. “You’re not ready.”
I laugh. “I’m so ready.”
He moves forward, drops his hand, and runs a fingertip over my pussy. “So soft and so wet.”
I move my hand to find his, but he’s already pulled away, so I begin my own exploration.
I let out the faintest moan as my fingers circle my clit. My hips sway slightly, pulling up from the bed as my back bows.
“I’ve thought about this moment,” I confess as he watches in rapt wonder.
I don’t care that it’s the middle of the afternoon and light is streaming into my bedroom. He can see every perfect and imperfect inch of me, and he’s transfixed.
“You’re going to ruin me, “ he whispers. “I’ve never wanted anything more than this.”
“Condom?” I whisper.
He pulls one from the back pocket of his jean and tosses it at me. “I’ll leave that to you, Ava.”
I scramble to my knees as he rids himself of his jeans and boxer briefs. I stare at him before I rip open the package and carefully sheath him.
His finger on my chin lures my gaze to his. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
He can’t make that promise.
My heart is already aching because I know that this won’t last. We’ll have fun, I’ll go back to London, and the moments we are together like this will only be a memory.
CHAPTER FORTY
Harrison
I fuck her with all of the intensity that has been building inside me from the moment I first saw her in the elevator.
Her small body moves with each of my thrusts. Her breasts bounce, the nipples beckoning to me, so I drop my mouth to one and slide it between my teeth.
Her pussy grips me tighter.
I swear to fuck I’m going to pass out because it is that good.
Her whispered moans are implanting in my memory, etching a permanent place there that will forever drown out everything else.
I pump harder, giving her nipple relief by lashing my tongue against it.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
I slow my pace, seeking her mouth with my own.
I press my lips to hers roughly, savagely, kissing the breath out of her.
She moans again, and I pump. I pump harder and deeper, wanting her to come because I need to feel that. I need to see it and hear it.
“Oh, God.” She screams. “I’m going to…”
The last word is so tangled in the groan that flows from her that I stare at her lips, waiting, wondering if she’ll be able to catch her breath.
I roll my hips so she can ride me through that wave.
Our eyes lock for the briefest moment, but I have to tear my gaze away because this is a type of vulnerability I can’t feel. I won’t feel. I refuse to let anyone see into the depths of me.