I kiss the top of her head and adjust so I can place my lips along her face, her eyes, cheeks, nose, and finally her lips. She closes her eyes and leans her head back, accepting the attention I’m giving her. I remove my hand gently. She sighs and that makes me feel fucking great. I gave her something that every woman needs.
“Harrison,” she whispers in between kisses. The way my name rolls off her lips sends chills down my spine. I’ve waited for this for such a long time. I don’t want the night to end.
“Yeah?” My voice is ragged. I kiss her full on the lips before pulling back so she can talk to me.
She threads her fingers though my hair. Had I known she liked to do this, I probably would’ve let her do it sooner.
“Do you need me to take care of you?” she asks in such a soft voice, I get the feeling that our little exhibitionist act is not up her alley. Not that it’s up mine, but there was no way I’d take back what we just did. She opened up to me in a very intimate way and shared something that I know she’s only let one other man do before.
I smile at her and kiss her forehead, letting my lips linger there as I hold her to me. “I’m good,” I tell her. “It’s nothing another cold shower won’t take care of later.”
“A cold shower, huh? Do you do that often?”
I shrug and look away. Do I admit that it’s an everyday occurrence for me?
“You can tell me,” she says as she places whispering kisses along my jaw. Fucking hell, this woman is going to be the death of me. How did we go from barely talking to this? I’m not complaining by any means, but I want her to be so god damn sure of herself because I’m not ready for any heartbreak.
“Something tells me that I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
Katelyn pulls back. Her finger tugs again at my nipple ring. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. I have no doubt that my eyes roll back into my head each time she does that. “Does this hurt?”
“Hell no, it feels so good.”
She does it again, eliciting the same response. “Can I try something?”
“Anything,” I reply.
“Lift your arms.”
I do as she asks.
Her hands travel from my waist, up my sides, her fingertips leaving a path of heated fervor as they move over my skin. She lifts my shirt, setting it behind her. She kisses along my collarbone, down my chest. Her tongue traces over my tattoos. The moment she touches my ring, I grip her hips and pull her higher onto my hard on. I slide my hand up her body and cup her breast. I bite down on her collarbone as I rock her against me.
“Fuck,” I hiss when her fingers pull at the button to my shorts. I’m going to hate myself in the morning, but I need to say it, “Not here, baby.”
Her hand snakes into my shorts, her palm pressing against me. “Yes, here.”
He holds me tightly. One hand cups my face, with his thumb caressing my cheek. His arm is wrapped around my back, keeping me from falling off his motorcycle. How he holds us steady with his feet planted on the ground is beyond me. I meet his gaze and see the need… the want in his eyes. It’s been there this whole time and not just now; but because of what’s about to happen. He’s looked at me this way since the first day we met. I wasn’t blind to it, just not willing to accept that I need to move on, but I am now and want to with him.
My hand grazes the dark patch of hair. My fingers trail up and down as I watch his eyes close. I lean forward, allowing his fingers to thread into my hair, and lightly pull on his nipple ring. He hisses and grips me harder. There’s so much about him that I was denying and for what? I don’t have the answer. He’s done everything he can to show me he’s in this deep and doesn’t want to hurt me. He wants to love me. I want this with him.
“Katelyn?”
“Huh, what?” I look at Jenna and Josie. Both of them have their eyebrows raised with stupid little smiles on their faces.
“Where are you?” Josie asks as she sips her coffee.
We’re finally sitting down to go over wedding stuff. Josie and Liam have set a date, right after Christmas to allow them to celebrate their first holiday as a family together. Me? I think they just want more presents. I process her question and realize I need to craft my answer carefully. I’m not willing to divulge what Harrison and I did last night.
“You’re off in la la land. Does it have to anything to do with that hunk of a man you’ve been hanging out with?” Jenna asks. I eye her up and wonder if she’s attracted to him? I can’t lie and say I’ve never been attracted to him. He’s very good looking. He’s confident in knowing he’s capable of loving me the way I need to be loved. When I finally pulled my blinders off, I saw the man who oozed sex appeal. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I’d hold him in my arms. Before I’d thread my fingers through his dark, beautiful hair. Before I’d feel him… all of him as he brought me to my peak over and over again as if it would be our last time together. The man who is so confident when he’s in the room with me that I can’t help but know his eyes are trained solely on me, regardless of how bitchy I am.