His eyes were dark and stormy as the endless sea behind him. I nodded in wordless permission of whatever solution he had. I trusted Harley’s skills when it came to a lot of things in such a short period of time.
Those wickedly talented hands tugged the skirt of my dress up before reaching under to hook his fingers on the elastic band of my bikini bottoms. The hot air caressed me below. Alarm skittered through me when Harley’s mouth started to trail kisses down my inner thigh. My eyes widened when Harley’s hot breath blew across the helpless nerves there before his tongue was there— gently swirling in a soothing rhythm.
My fingers buried themselves in the sand to keep myself grounded against the onslaught of Harley’s tongue and fingers. He kept that same rhythm until I couldn’t see straight anymore. I could feel the beginning signs of an impending release, but Harley’s mouth lifted right before it could happen. An ache filled me.
I bit back a groan of frustration when I saw that smug smirk on her face. Not willing to let him get away with anything just yet, I pushed him back onto the sand. Harley fell backward with a look of surprise before I straddled his hips. I was greeted with that familiar hardness pressing up against me.
“What are you doing?” Harley asked, giving me a wary look. “I don’t know if you could handle a top position yet. No offense.”
“A lot was taken,” I said and reached between our bodies to unzip his pants. A nervous tremble filled me again, but I quickly shoved it away. We’ve done it already once. Why am I so nervous? I rubbed at the heat and hardness that waited for me there.
Harley’s head fell back into the sand with a groan. His hips shifted up under me to grind up against my hand. Feminine smugness filled me to see the pleasure across his face. I have the ability to make a man trained in the Special Forces to writhe under me in desire and pleasure.
“Fuck,” Harley growled a minute later. “If you keep going, I’m gonna come, Abi. I am telling you.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Is that a bad thing?”
“No, because I want to be inside of you when I come. That’s why.”
He sat up suddenly, so I was cradled in his lap. His lips nipped at the column of my neck while my hips rolled against his for the friction. Carnal Instinct was all I could think. It took over everything in my mind. I wanted this man underneath me before he flipped me over onto my back with ease.
I didn’t get a chance to think of anything else besides the feel of Harley entering me with a grunt. There was nothing gentle about it this time. His hips buried into mine, and I could feel every inch of tension radiating off him. This wasn’t just about sex. I could sense it as Harley’s fingers buried into my hips to thrust hard and fast.
Hot sand ground against my back as pleasure built up in me again fast and hard with each frantic thrust. I could only hold onto Harley’s arms while I thrashed from the crushing wave of an orgasm.
“Now,” I heard him grit out and reached between our bodies to rub his thumb against me until I bucked up with a gasp.
I came hard with a scream that echoed I was sure. Harley gasped against my mouth before collapsing against me. I felt the heat of his release lingering inside of me long after he slipped out with a shake of his head. He knelt in front of me with his head bowed.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” he said through pants. “What is it about you that I can’t resist?”
“It’s not a bad thing,” I said, sitting up as well. My heart slammed against my rib cage. “Why do you make into a bad thing?”
“Because I’m way older than you, Abi,” he said. “There’s ten years between us.”
“Age doesn’t matter to me.”
I reached out to grasp his hand, but Harley pulled it away. The gesture stung, but I let my hand fall between us uselessly.
“It should because your life is ahead of you still,” Harley said. “Mine is pretty much over. My glory days are gone. I live at home with my Mom.”
“To take care of her,” I said, alarmed at the disgust in his voice. “You didn’t waste your life over in Iraq fighting for freedom.”
“And there’s that too.” Harley looked up with a haunted gaze that chilled me. “I watched one of my best friends get blown apart right before my eyes. I killed people over there. All of that weighs on me in a way that you don’t even know.”
“I don’t pretend to understand it,” I said. Tears started to fill my eyes. “What do you think that I want from you?”
Harley tucked himself back into his
pants. He felt so cold and distant when I knew there was warmth beneath his skin. I numbly reached for my bikini bottoms to tug them up my legs.
“You want a relationship,” he said. “I get why you do, but trust me. You don’t want to be in a relationship with me. I’m not the type of guy you want to commit your life too.”
“Everyone deserves to have something like that. You—”
Whizz. Sand dusted my hand. I felt a flutter of a breeze in my hair. I jerked back in surprise at the sound before I heard Harley let out a string of curse words. He reached out to grab me by the arms painfully.
“Run,” he shouted.