“Maybe next time, baby. But tonight, I’m just glad to see you again before I leave town, so we could watch both of those, and I wouldn’t care.” I sat down on the couch and set my plate on front of me on the coffee table.
She turned on the TV, grabbed the Xbox controller, and collapsed onto the couch next to me. “Since that sounded too sweet,” she held the controller out to me, “you get to choose the movie.”
“Fire it up, and I’ll help choose.”
She huffed but sat back on the couch and started scrolling through the latest releases. By the time I finished my dinner, we had decided to watch Den of Thieves.
“I think we managed to pick a movie that was anything but a chick flick,” she laughed.
I set my plate on the coffee table and kicked my feet up. “And while I said I would watch whatever, I appreciate you not torturing me.”
“I knew it,” she laughed, pointing a finger at me. “You didn’t want to watch a chick flick at all.”
My fingers wrapped around her hand, and I pulled her to me. She leaned in, her shoulder pressing against my chest. “Everyone knows you shouldn’t show your cards too soon. I played that one close to my chest.”
“Is that so?” she whispered. Her gaze traveled over my face, and she bit her bottom lip.
“Did you miss me, Harlyn?” I had controlled myself long enough. After the kiss we had shared last night, I craved to be close to her.
“Maybe.” Her eyes were trained on my lips, and her pretty pink tongue snaked out to lick her lips. “It was rather slow at work today, and I had time to um…well…think.”
“About?” My voice was low and husky. My need for her was building by the second.
“Uh, things.” She fidgeted nervously, brushing against me.
I released her hand and wound my arm around her waist. “I need to hear about these things.”
“The movie is about to start.”
“We can start it over.” I lifted her up onto my lap, her legs straddling me.
“Remy,” she gasped. She rested her hands on my shoulders and settled onto my legs. “What are we doing?”
“Getting to know each other better.”
“And that means I need to be sitting on your lap?”
I laughed and rested my hands on the small of her back. “Somewhere else you’d rather be sitting?”
She bit her lip and sighed. “It is the best place in the house to sit right now.”
“Kiss me.” I didn’t want to wait any longer.
“You’re rather demanding.”
“I just know what I want.”
She ran her fingers through my hair. “I suppose. I assume you wanted me in your lap, right? That’s why you physically put me here.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it, baby.” She wasn’t going to play games with me. With Harlyn, I knew I wanted her, and I knew she wanted me.
“I want you, Remy. I just don’t want to go to fast, and we burn out before we even begin.”
I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I can guarantee you that is not going to happen. But we can take this as slow as you want, baby.” I didn’t want her to think I was pressuring her. Whatever she was comfortable giving me, I would willingly take.
“I like where we are right now.” Her hand glided along my neck, and she cupped my cheek with her hand. “I thought about our kiss today. A lot.”
That was what I wanted to hear. “Is that so?” I pulled her close and brushed a kiss against the soft skin of her neck. “I have to say, that was on my mind all day too, baby.”
She turned her head and looked down at me. “Then what are we waiting for?”
I knew she had just given me the green light. Her lips begged to be kissed, and I was the man they wanted.
My fingers threaded into her hair, while her hands glided over my shoulders and down my chest.
“Kiss me, Remy,” she whispered.
I vaguely heard the movie start in the background, but my attention was on Harlyn. I closed the gap between us, my lips brushing against hers. She pressed her body fully against me, and I could feel her heart beating erratically, and her breaths—short, and quick.
“More,” she begged in a whisper.
My fingers moved over her ass, palming her fullness, and I tilted her in. “There’s always more, baby.”
Her lips yielded underneath mine, taking whatever I gave her. Our tongues danced together, licking, tasting, and teasing each other.
“God dammit, Harlyn,” I gasped when we came up for air.
Her forehead was pressed against mine, and her eyes were closed. “That was good.”
I chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to her lips again. “Just good? I think I’m going to have to do better than that.” That kiss was off the fucking charts for me. I was going to have to pull out all the stops with Harlyn if she thought that was only good.
I released her butt with a squeeze and glided my hands up the small of her back, pulling her shirt up. Her soft skin felt like velvet beneath my callused fingers. “You want more, baby?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “Maybe just a little bit more,” she said coyly.
I wasn’t gentle this time. I didn’t ease into it. I took, and took, hoping she would keep up with me but too needy to wait for her.
The kiss was fierce and aggressive.
Her hands traveled over my chest, clawing her nails into me. “Remy,” she gasped against my lips.
“Keep up with me, Harlyn.” I lifted her up and shifted my body to lay down on the couch with her on top of me. I pulled her shirt up and over her head, exposing her heaving breasts.
My legs parted, and her body fell between them, pressing her core against my rock-hard dick. A few kisses from Harlyn, and my dick was ready to explode without her even touching it. This woman was a drug I was quickly becoming addicted to. My need for her coursed through my veins like racing fuel in a dragster, and even while I had her close to me, I wondered when I was going to get the next hit from her.
My fingers glided up her back, finding the clasp of her dark blue bra. “Tell me if you want me to stop, baby.”
She whimpered and shook her head. “Not yet.”
I reached up and untied her hair from the top of her head. The silky mess fell around her face, and she smiled.
“I thought you were sexy as hell when you answered the door, but now with your hair down, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She laughed and shook her head. “You’ve seen me with my hair down before.”
“Yeah, but you weren’t laying on top of me then. I think that might have something to do with it.” I reached up and tucked a few strands behind her ear.
She rolled her eyes.
“Okay, okay. It has a lot to do with it.” Not gonna lie about it. Not like I could hide the raging hard-on between us.
She squirmed on top of me, grinding her sweet core into my dick.
“Baby,” I grunted. I didn’t know how far she wanted this to go, but if she kept on the way she was, it was going to end pretty quickly.
“Just a little bit more,” she whispered.
She leaned in, trailing kisses along my collarbone and up my neck. “You need to take your shirt off.”