She tenses as she reaches her peak above me. I could live a million years and never see anything more beautiful.
“R-R-Reed,” she cries, tilting her head back.
“Louder,” I command as my jaw clenches and fire races from my balls up my dick.
“Reed,” she screams.
“Harley,” I shout back as I explode, my body shaking beneath her as she milks the pleasure from me. My orgasm goes on and on with hers, both of us making so much noise I swear New Jersey can hear us a state over.
I squeeze her hand between mine as the last pulse leaves me shuddering and spent beneath her.
“I love you,” I pant.
Her eyes shine and she unfastens the tie from around my wrists, pulling both up to her lips to kiss them once they’re free.
“I love you, too. So much.”
I slide my hands around the back of her neck and guide her lips to mine as she lies down over my chest, resting on my uninjured side.
“Stay with me forever, Angel. Don’t ever leave again.Please.”
I slide my tongue between her lips, deepening our kiss until she sighs happily.
“I won’t,” she murmurs. “I like being Mrs. Walker too much.”
I smile against her mouth, reaching down to pull her leg higher up the bed. I find her foot and cradle it through the bandage.
“That’s good, because no one else ever could be. It’s a position with only one suitable candidate.”
“That’s what I wanted you to think. I Harley-trapped you, remember? It’s what you said once.” She grins as I shake my head with a chuckle.
“I did say that.” I grin back at her. “But I was wrong.”
I stroke her cheeks as I study her face, allowing my eyes to sweep over it indulgently. Tracing every curve, every dip, every perfect inch. I exhale, my body relaxing completely.
“You didn’t trap me, Angel. You unlocked the cage I didn’t know I was in. You freed me.”
“Reed?” Harley inhales as I hold her face.
I stroke away a strand of blonde hair that falls into her eyes, tucking it behind her ear.
“You freed me from a past I didn’t know still held so much over me. You freed me from fear, from the fear of what happens if I give up control. Itrustyou, Harls. Do you remember what else I said?”
She shakes her head, her eyes locked on mine.
“I said the next woman who got my lips, got my heart.”
Her pupils dilate, surrounded by bright, dazzling blue, like the clearest sky. “Do I have your lips?” she whispers, pressing a finger to them.
I kiss the tip of it.
“You have everything, Angel. My lips, my heart. Everything… If you want—”
“I want it,” she cuts in before I’ve finished speaking. “I want it.” A smile lights up her entire face.
I rest my forehead against hers. “Then it’s yours. Always.” I kiss her. “Now help me get some pillows to pad around my shoulder.”
“Why? Is it hurting?” Her eyes pop wide, and she moves back to look at my shoulder.