Harley’s gaze is open and trusting as I lower my lips to hers. “Yeah. Like them.” I kiss her softly, smiling against her lips as she lets out a quiet sigh. “You’re beautiful.”
“So are you,” she murmurs as I draw back. “I never thought this side of Reed Walker existed. You’d come and visit Griffin at work and annoy the hell out of me just by being there. And then everything Maria heard…” Two lines appear between her eyebrows.
I frown, hating that she knows about the way I used to act. “Harley, everything that Maria heard is—”
The hotel phone rings. I reach over, lifting it off the hook.
“Hello?”
Harley runs her finger down my chest and over my stomach, tracing around each muscle with a serene expression on her face.
I mean it. She is fucking beautiful.
I listen to the voice on the other end of the phone, my jaw tensing before I answer.
“Yes, that’s fine. I’ll come down now.”
When we arrive back home, Harley’s eyes light up as she spots her slippers inside the hallway when we walk back through the door hours after leaving the hotel.
I shake my head as she slides her feet inside. “They still as good as an orgasm?” I growl in her ear, making her jump.
She looks at me with a smirk. “Maybe not. But they do relieve my aches, rather than inflict them.”
I pull her into my arms. “You should have told me you were aching, Harls. I would have done something.”
“You can’t do anything. It’s your…” Her eyes drop to my groin. “I’m just a little sore, that’s all.”
I hold either side of her face as I seal my mouth over hers and kiss her leisurely. I love how she’s all sweet and pink and girly and can’t even say the word cock to me right now. Despite the fact she was screaming as I fucked her all night until I thought my dick might fall off.
All. Fucking. Night.
Like I was ever going to let her go once she gave me the green light. If we hadn’t had to check out of the hotel and drive back, I know I would still be inside her right now, drawing moans from her perfect pink lips.
“I’ll kiss it better for you.”
She giggles against my mouth and pushes my chest. “I know how that’ll end.”
“I mean it.” I grab her back to me and kiss her again. “Let me take care of you.”
She shivers in my arms as I dust my lips down her neck and press gentle kisses to the red marks I left on her skin. I’ll have to remember she marks easily. I never want to hurt her, despite feeling like I could lose control with her and be rough.Really rough.
“I’ll run you a bath and you can dig out those deformed cat pajamas to put on.”
“They’re caticorns.” She huffs and wriggles out of my arms playfully.
“Whatever the fuck they are, you can wear them and get comfy on the sofa and have a nap until we go out later.”
“We’re going out later?” Her brows rise.
“Yes, I need to drop some papers to Stuart. He’s got Book Page for the day and they’re going to be in the city, so I said we’d meet them for dinner. If that’s okay with you?”
“Of course.” Harley grins. “I haven’t shown Paige the gif I made of you and Freddy yet. She’s going to love it.”
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” I call after her as she walks past Bruce and Beryl and whispers something to them. “Harley? Harley?”
She ignores me and carries on into the living room as I sigh and take my keys and wallet out of my pocket and deposit them onto the table.
Half an hour later, she’s in a bath with so many bubbles I’m beginning to think I’m at one of those nightclubs from the nineties with a foam machine and sticky carpet.