“More than you can know,” I said, kissing the lip I was caressing. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”
“You’re such an only child,” she teased, wobbling to her feet. “I need to learn to hold my liquor better.”
After shoving the sandwiches into our bags, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Sloppy drunk looks good on you.”
“Feels good too,” she said, giving me a silly wink.
I noticed Arlo’s henchman approaching and gave him a fuck you look to make him go away. Reading his short, bloody future if he crossed me, the guy turned around.
“Ooh, scary,” Harlow whispered, still sipping her whiskey tea. “I like when you make people piss themselves. Really turns me on.”
“Now, I know you’re drunk,” I said, taking the cup and dumping the tea.
“Hey, you said drunk was a good look on me.”
“Yeah, but I want you sober enough to swim.”
Harlow wrapped her arm around my waist as we walked to the SUV. Like most people, she found confidence through liquor. Less thinking, more doing. Harlow even licked my lips when I helped her into the passenger seat.
Adjusting my camo pants, I sighed. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a succubus tempting me into hell.”
“Whatever,” she said, waving me off. “I said the incubus thing first.”
A smiling Harlow stared out of the window the entire ride back to the apartment. She smiled on the way up the elevator and after she slid into her pea green swimsuit. Her smile grew when she saw me shirtless.
Walking confidently towards me, she ran her fingers up and down my chest. “I don’t like hairy guys. You’re just right though.”
“Good to know,” I said, removing her hands. “I think we need to cool you off.”
Giggling, Harlow kept pawing at me and her touch felt too damn good. My skin wanted more. My fingers itched to explore her soft skin. I wanted to taste it too, but I reminded myself of the men I killed in Arizona and how they stole her innocence.
Harlow didn’t want to swim. Her hands were in my hair, down my chest, and even tugging at my trunks. Laughing, she kissed whatever part of my body she could reach while I dodged her in the water.
“You’re saying no and running away, but psychically you’re sending me yes messages.”
I laughed as she lunged for me. “You’re making me want to take advantage of you.”
“Do it!” she cried, splashing me. “I dare you to get a taste of this white chocolate.”
While I laughed again, Harlow frowned at how her comment hadn’t sounded right. Once she got over it, she came at me again. This time, I allowed her to catch me.
“Your smile guts me,” I said, caressing her wet hair. “Makes me feel like superman and a broken child in the same moment.”
Harlow stared at me then smiled wider. “Last night, you kissed my breath away. I want you to do it again.”
Distrusting a sober Harlow would be happy at what drunken Harlow asked from me, I slid my hands over her round butt and squeezed. She immediately stepped back and shoved me.
“No.”
“Just checking to make sure you weren’t too drunk to say yes.”
Harlow frowned darkly, feeling threatened. I cupped her face, caressing her lips with my thumbs.
“I want to kiss you.”
“Leave my butt alone,” she said, still pouting even as her hands slid down my arms.
Leaning down, I whispered, “For now.”
The second my lips met hers, Harlow moaned into my mouth and her arms wrapped possessively around my neck. When her body pressed against mine, I felt my control slip.
Lifting her up onto my hips, I kissed her harder, deeper, wanting to own every part of her. Harlow didn’t struggle or say no. I kept my hands away from her ass, instead wrapping her legs around my hips. Apparently, this was acceptable because she grinded against my erection.
My lips never leaving hers, I waded through the water. Reaching the steps, I rested on them and wrapped her tighter in my arms.
“Harlow,” I said, prying my lips from hers.
“Saint,” she whispered, nuzzling my neck with her lips. “Your heart is beating so fast.”
My lips sucked at her throat, causing her to let out a hungry sigh. Hips rolling fast against mine, Harlow searched for relief. The pressure made my cock so hard I couldn’t think. My hand in Harlow’s beautiful, soft hair, I tightened my grip. Harder, I sucked at her throat while guiding her hips.
I wasn’t sure how long we moved together until I came. I didn’t even know how long she rolled her hips after I’d finished. All I did understand was I took everything and never considered the consequences.
“No,” I said, resting her next to me. “Stop.”
Face flushed and eyes dazed, Harlow stared at me then sighed. “Now my heart is beating so fast.”
I brushed back her wet hair and basked in the face of a beautiful, fragile woman. She needed me to take care of her, yet I’d lost control. I hoped Harlow would inspire me to be a good man. Instead, the selfish side of me took over.
“Fuck,” I muttered, standing up and pulling Harlow to her feet. “We need to clean up.”