“What are you asking?”
She steps closer, bringing her other hand into my hair. I have no willpower to tell her no or to stop. She’s going to be the death of me.
“Give me… us a second chance.”
I close my eyes and get lost in the feel of her hand in my hair. I want this, I do, but I don’t know if I can do it.
“I love you, Harrison.”
My eyes flash open, my heart races faster. Those are the words that I’ve wanted to hear from her for so long and now that she’s said them, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what they sound like.
“Say it again.”
“I love you and I love Quinn. My girls love you and we want you both to be a part of our lives. I need you by my side, Harrison. I want to walk the path that we lay together.”
I pull her close before my mind tells me to second guess everything. She came over here in the dark of night to tell me this. My heart fills with love as I look into her eyes.
I do what I’ve been longing to do for weeks. I move forward, tentatively and touch my lips to hers. Her reaction shocks me as she claims my mouth instantly. She lets go of my hand and grabs onto my shirt, tugging me closer. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I try to lead us upstairs. I stop when her hand slides down my pants and I know we aren’t going to make it to the bed.
I hadn’t realized how much I missed him until now. The way he makes me feel, the way he kisses me, it’s like he’s claiming me. This is not the adventurous Harrison opening my world on his motorcycle; this is not the sensitive Harrison who makes every cell in my body dance with his touch. No, this is primal Harrison. Domineering, animalistic. This is the rockstar telling me that I am his. I can truly understand what Josie means when she tells us about ‘Liam Page’. This version of Harrison is my own personal bad boy rocker.
He excites me.
He satisfies me.
He makes me want to beg for more.
I want him.
I need him.
My body is eager for him.
I want him in every way possible.
I slip my hand into the top of his jeans and flick the top button open. It creates enough space for me to slide my hand in. He growls. My legs rest on his hips. I bunch his shirt in my hand, trying with all my might to rip it away from his body. I palm his hard on, desperate to touch him. He hisses as he slams me against the wall, his casted arm pressing painfully against my back.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says heavily, his lips barely leaving mine. He pulls back, much to my dismay. I whimper when we’re no longer connected. My chest heaves, pushing my breasts closer to his mouth. He pulls the top of my dress down, freeing them. He takes one in his mouth and kneads the other. His tongue swirls over my taut nipple, biting it gently. I move against him, lifting my dress so I can be closer to him. Pressing against him does nothing to ease the ache that I feel.
I tug again at his shirt. He takes it off with one hand, only breaking contact with me for a brief moment. I squeeze my legs tighter around his hips so I can work to free him from the confines of his jeans. My eager mouth attaches to nipple ring. I pull, knowing that he loves the way it feels. It urges him on. He moves against me, building the friction between our clothed bodies.
His fingers dig into my legs as he holds me against the wall. His mouth sears into my skin, leaving a path of burning kisses on my neck. He bites my earlobe, pulling and sucking it into his mouth.
I free him from his captor, sliding my hand up and down his shaft. He pulls back and looks at me. His green eyes bore into mine, daring me to stop this before it goes too far. What he doesn’t know is that I want this. I want him. Now, tomorrow and forever.
He moves my panties aside and guides me to his ready cock. I arch against the wall, as he grips the door casing for leverage. He pulls back and thrusts. I scream out, not in pain, but in pure unadulterated pleasure.
He watches me. He takes stock in knowing that I’m coming undone by his touch. He pushes harder. My body slams against the wall. The way he keeps control, the way he keeps his rhythm, it’s like I’m the beat of his drum and he’s playing me with every ounce of energy he has.
He bunches my dress in his hand and watches as he pulls out. “Fuck,” he hisses as he buries himself into me again and again. I pull him to my mouth, my hands woven in his hair as I reach my peak. I give him everything.
My heart.
My body.
My soul.
My life.
Harrison comes hard, grunting and pushing himself deeper. The clarity of this moment makes me realize that I am his, and he is mine.
He kisses me softly, his mouth lingering over mine. My breath catches when he moves away from me. He holds me in his hands until my feet are planted on the ground. I look down at myself and shake my head. I move to right myself, but he bats my hands way. He adjusts my dress, placing small kisses along my cleavage. He bends and in one fell swoop has me in his arms.