“You like that?” he murmurs against my lips. “Want more?”
“Yes.” I’m close, nodding desperately now.
Wade strokes through my slickness again, then, eyes locked with mine, he presses inside.
My eyes go wide, my breath catching on a fractured cry he cuts off with his kiss.
He works in and out, slow and steady. One finger becomes two as he dirty-talks against my lips. “So fucking good… so wet for me… feel you squeezing me…”
It’s never been like this.
“So tight…”
He’s stroking deeper, stretching me more.
“So sweet… making me crazy…”
Oh God. “Wade.”
His thumb presses firm. “Come for me, Good Girl…”
And that does it.
I’m done. Crying out into his mouth as the pleasure surges and breaks, crashing hard through my center again and again until I’m limp and breathless, clinging to the man who just changed my world.
Our eyes meet and I catch my breath enough to speak. “You are crazy fun.”
He laughs, pulling me into his chest as he opens my door. “In the truck, Harlow. I’m not done with you yet.”
Wade
The drive to the hotel is torture.
But getting back to our room and getting Harlow beneath me is mission-critical, so I keep my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road. And when she leans across the front and slides her hand up my thigh, I tell her that unless she wants me to pull over and fuck her against the steering wheel right here on Main Street, she’s gotta stop.
She doesn’t. And she makes a liar out of me too because as bad as I want to hear her coming apart for me again, I’ve maxed out my risk-taking today.
That business in the parking lot? Not my usual MO, but damn, I couldn’t stop. Not when we had the woods behind us and the truck blocking the view of anyone coming out of the bar. Not when she was giving me those sexy, needy sounds and pulling my hand between her legs.
The last half mile is brutal, but somehow, I make it to the hotel, park, and get Harlow out of the truck without seeing how hard or how fast I can get her to come on my hand again. Somehow we get past the front desk and out of the elevator without getting arrested. But once the doors open on our floor, it’s on.
I’m backing her down the hallway, mouth fused to hers. She’s already got half the buttons of my shirt open. When she misses a step, I catch her, lifting her against me.
Her back meets the wall between rooms 303 and 305, her legs coming up around my waist as I rock into her heat. Two doors down, it’s my back at the plaster, her hands fumbling with my belt. Finally, we make it and stumble into the room, propelled by some hard-driving insanity.
“Clothes,” she gasps. “Hurry.”
I nod, grabbing the back of my shirt and whipping it over my head. “Need to get inside of you.”
Only she stops. Eyes wide and staring at my chest, she swallows.
And then instead of stripping off her sexy dress, she steps back into my space and presses her hands flat against my abs and smooths them up over my pecs.
My ego lifts his head, fucking sighs in relief.
Five seconds ago, I was completely on board with the hurry, hurry. But having Harlow’s hands on my bare skin for the first time makes me want to slow down.
“It’s crazy,” she murmurs, tracing my shoulders with her fingertips. “We’ve been all over each other for the last couple of days. Faking like we’ve been together this way. But it’s all new.”
“It is.” And not just that I’m finally able to run my thumb across the lush swell of her bottom lip. It’s that this feeling I have when I’m with her is new.
I’ve had girlfriends.
I’ve gotten caught up in women.
But this? This is different.
I want to tell her she’s special, drop the words like kisses across her body, let her see it in my eyes. But that’s not what tonight’s about. Until I convince her otherwise, tonight is about tonight.
Still trailing her fingertips across my skin, she brings her lips into the mix. The light scrape of her teeth. The smallest taste from her tongue.
“Harlow.”
She hums, sliding her arms around me and moving on to a slow, openmouthed exploration that’s so sweet and sexy, I have to clasp my hands behind my head to keep from grabbing her and tossing her onto the bed.
“You’re killing me with that mouth.”
Another soft hum. “Your body’s making me do it.”
Her kisses drift lower, and while I love the direction of her thoughts, it’s not what I want tonight.
“Come here,” I say, bringing her up. I gather the dress I’ve already taken more than my share of liberties with and draw it over her head, leaving her in a pale pink bra and matching panty set that’s fucking gorgeous against the darker hues of her skin.
“Beautiful.” For a guy who likes to use his mouth, it’s all I’ve got.
“You make me feel that way. You make me—” She shakes her head, looking at me with a mixture of heat and wonder that has me pulling her in for another kiss.
When I have her mouth beneath mine again, her soft moans slipping over my tongue, I wrap my arms around her and carry her to the bed.
I lay her down, pressing the condom from my wallet into her hand as I taste the spot beneath her jaw and skim the line of her collarbone with my nose. Nuzzling lower, I tease the swell of her breasts while easing the straps of her bra from one shoulder and then the other.
She reaches behind her for the clasp and then those silky cups fall away, freeing the full mounds.
So sexy.
I draw one tight, beaded nipple into my mouth, sucking and flicking until she’s arching beneath me, her knees sliding restlessly against my jeans.
“Naked,” she pants, making me grin when she starts working them down with her feet.
“Naked,” I agree, catching her panties as I back off the bed. And damn, the needy sound she makes when my cock springs free is about the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
Taking it in hand, I give myself a slow stroke to torture us both. Her mouth drops open and yeah, that does it. I’m back on the bed, crawling up her body. Groaning when she rises up, reaching for my kiss.
Our tongues glide together, wet and hot. Urgent.
I rock between her spread legs, coating my shaft with her need. Teasing her clit with the ridge of my cock and then dragging it back and forth through her folds until we’re slick, groaning, treading dangerously close to the line I never cross.
I won’t. I won’t.
Fuck—
I break away for the condom and then she’s pulling me back to her. Sucking on my tongue and moaning around mine. I press her knee up and open. Line up, so I’m right there. So close, I can feel the needy pulse of her body begging to take mine.
But I want the words.
“Tell me, Good Girl.”
Her breath is ragged, desperate. “Please.”
Please.
She’s killing me.
I push into her slippery, wet heat, clenching my jaw as she squeezes and hugs me. Pulls me deeper and gasps when she’s taken me as far as she can. Our eyes meet and hold, while I wait for her to adjust.
Another clingy grasp, and I start to move, slowly. Pulling back through that wet velvet grip, back, back, and then sliding in again, deep, deeper. She takes more of me this time, clenching around me when I bottom out.