His head dipped, and his lips pressed against the sensitive skin behind my ear. “Might have,” he whispered. His hand brushed against my arm and skimmed around my waist, settling on the small of my back. “You’re going to have to do better than that, baby.” His other hand rested on my hip and gently squeezed.
“Um, I’m not sure what more you want.” I wasn’t trying to play coy. My brain seriously lacked the response he wanted to hear.
He trailed kisses along my neck, and I tilted my head to the side to grant him more access. “Maybe you can’t form the words to tell me what you want, but your body is screaming that you want me.”
I groaned my reply as his lips pressed against my collarbone. His hand traveled up my back, and his fingers delved into my hair. He tugged my head more to the side, while the hand on my hip pulled me flush against his body. “Remy.” I had never spoken a word with more need in it than I had then. One word, and it felt like I had spilled everything to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and splayed my hands across his back.
He groaned against my skin, and his hand snaked around my waist, over my ass. He squeezed. “Not gonna lie and say this isn’t what I came for. Two weeks,” he growled. “Two long weeks of texts and phone calls. Two weeks of my need for you growing every day.” He lifted his head and looked down at me.
I slowly righted my head and bit my lip.
“Two weeks of wondering what you would feel like under me.”
A gasp escaped my lips. Whoa.
“Speechless?”
I nodded my head once. “A bit.”
“Normally, I’m not like this, baby. But with you, I can’t seem to control myself. Three dates with you, and then a day with you at my mom’s, and you’re all I can think about.” His eyes heated with desire, and he bent his head closer. His lips were a breath away from mine. “I’m going to kiss you.”
Not asking. Telling me.
A kiss.
One kiss I knew was going to lead to a whole hell of a lot more.
More that I wanted.
I closed the space and surrendered to the pull between us. I yielded to his touch and just felt.
His lips pressed against mine. His hands traveled over my back, pulling up the hem of my shirt. My hands needed to know what every inch of him felt like.
The cold air rushed against the bare skin of my back, and then the skin was immediately warmed by Remy’s touch caressing me.
“Fuck me, Harlyn.” His words rumbled against my lips.
I delved my fingers into his hair and pulled him to me. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to hear anything except for the sound of our hearts and breaths mingling with each other’s.
His hands grasped my butt and lifted me off my feet. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and he walked the short distance to the couch. He laid me down, his body covering mine.
“Tell me to leave, Harlyn,” he rasped.
I opened my eyes and blinked. “Huh?”
“Tell me to leave right now, or I can’t promise you’ll ever get rid of me.”
Getting rid of Remy wasn’t anything I wanted to do. “Stay.”
*
Remy
The pull this woman had over me was crazy and amazingly intense.
The sharp and staccato gasps that fell from her lips only encouraged and inflamed my desire for her.
Part of me had wanted her to tell me to leave, because I knew if I stayed even a second longer, I wasn’t going to ever want to leave her. The other part of me had beat my chest like Donkey Kong standing on the top of the Empire State building.
She wanted me as much as I needed her.
Her hands roamed over my back, pulling up the fabric of my shirt.
My lips never wanted to leave her soft skin, knowing they would never touch anything the same ever again. I trailed kisses across the small section of her chest that was exposed, and she threaded her fingers into my hair. “Where are you going?” she gasped.
“Nowhere, baby.” I had no intention of being anywhere except with her right then and there. She tried to tug my head back up to her lips, but I needed to find out if the rest of her tasted as good as her mouth.
I pulled her shirt up, exposing her stomach and bra-covered breasts. “Green for go,” I muttered. It had to be a sign she was wearing a bra that was the exact same shade as the green light on the Christmas tree in drag racing.
“What happens if I wore red panties?” she giggled.
I pressed a kiss to the well of her breasts. “Then I’d just have to take the fuckers off.”
Laughter bubbled from her lips. “Such a problem solver.”
I raised my head and winked. “Always finding the fastest way to satisfaction.”
“Is it safe to say that might be your slogan? Satisfaction guaranteed?”
“When it comes to me and you, I’m pretty sure satisfaction is going to be a given.”
“So cocky,” she mumbled.
I continued my journey of her body with my hands, worked her shirt over her head, and tossed it on the floor, joining mine. “Much better.”
Our bodies pressed together, skin-to-skin, again fueled the need to have her with me. I pulled down the cups of her bra, her lush breasts spilling out. My mouth latched onto her nipple while my hand teased and taunted the other.
“Remy,” she gasped. She shifted beneath me, her heels digging into the couch to press her body into mine. My body nestled in between her legs, pressing down on her while she pressed up. We fit together like two pieces of the same puzzle.
Her hands continued roaming over my body, pulling me closer. With our shirts off and my lips on her breasts, I still needed to be closer to her. “You’re driving me crazy, Harlyn. I can’t stop.”
“Then don’t,” she moaned.
I kissed her like I wanted to make sure she knew if anyone kissed her after me, they wouldn’t compare. Harlyn was it for me, and I was going to make damn sure she felt the same way.
She wrapped an arm around the broad expanse of my shoulders and pressed her other hand against my chest. “Make love to me, Remy.”
I leaned back and looked down into her dark green eyes. I knew right then and there I was in love with her. Harlyn Krinston was mine, no matter what. I was too stunned to react for a second, but once I got enough blood pumping to the head on top of my shoulders, I lifted her off the couch and carried her down the hallway to her bedroom.
She buried her face in my neck, pressing kisses to my Adam’s apple while I pawed around on the wall for the light switch. As soon as my fingers flipped it up, I stalked to the bed and tossed her down on top of the dark blue blanket she had draped over the top.
She rested back on her elbows, her eyes hooded with desire, and watched me kick off my shoes. Nothing on this Earth made me hotter than Harlyn looking at me like she wanted to devour me.
I popped open the button on my jeans and dropped them to the floor.
“You weren’t lying when you said you don’t wear underwear,” she gasped. I looked down, and my dick bobbed up and down, waving at her.
“Yeah, wasn’t lying.” Underwear had been a thing I stopped wearing years ago. And right then, I was thankful for the one less layer of clothing I needed to take off. “Pants off, baby,” I ordered.