“Oh, yeah? How do you expect to do that?”
Running my hands over her rib cage, I continue lower. I like the feel of her in my arms again, being close, and the anticipation of what’s about to happen. The thin material of her black top allows me to feel the side curve of her great tits. “By making you forget you have to. Just for the night.”
She leans against me, and her hands slide under the sides of the jacket, lowering to my ass. Giving me a good squeeze, she smirks. “Mmm.” Her moan travels straight to my groin and hardens for her to feel instantly, and she does like she fucking owns my cock. She’s owned many of my thoughts over the years, so I admit she owns my dick as well. “How do you feel about mornings?”
“With you, I’m willing to find out.” I scoop her into my arms under the melody of her laughter and cut through the living room.
“Last door on the right.” Always giving directions.
I fly down the hall, not only tired of playing these teasing games but ready to see her naked again. Many nights have been sweat out to the memory of her body writhing under mine, her lips wrapped around my dick, and kissing her sweet pussy until she came so hard that management was called. Fuck me. I need to be inside her again.
I’m stopped the minute I enter her bedroom.
“This is where you sleep,” I say like a dumbass.
She laughs again. “Yep, this is where the magic happens.”
A growl rips through my chest as the thought of magic with anyone else happening with her brings back that earlier reaction—jealousy. I have no claims to stake. She’s her own woman, but I don’t need to hear about other dates. She lifts and kisses my cheek, and then says, “If it makes you feel better, by magic, I meant my beauty sleep. It takes magic to make me look like this each day.”
“I beg to differ. I’ve seen you with nothing but the sunrise drifting across your skin, a vision of beauty I’ll never forget.”
“You don’t have to beg.” The smile softer now. “And stop being so nice.”
“It’s the way I’m built.”
Trying to squeeze my bicep, she fails, and says, “I’ve always appreciated your build.” I set her down on the bed and spin her until the heels of her shoes are against my chest. “Ooh!”
No fucks are given about dirtying my shirt. The view is killer. In the low light supplied by a lamp on the nightstand, I unbuckle the strap wrapped around her ankle and slip the shoe off, dropping it on the floor, and then repeat with the other.
She props herself up on her elbows, watching every move I make.
We might have chosen a different topic of conversation to travel, but going back to the thought of her with someone else, I say, “We’ve lived our lives, but in here, when we’re in this bedroom, or any other, together, it’s only us.” Running my hands up the sides of her legs across her smooth and tanned skin, I keep going until my hands disappear under her skirt. Under her heavy gulp, I part the softness of her inner thighs. Her mouth opens, and her teeth dig into her bottom lip. “Okay, baby?” There’s only one answer, but I volley the power into her court.
“Okay.” She spreads her legs wider, allowing me to go higher.
“Good girl.” I know how to tease to please a woman. Greeted with lace at her hips, I wrap my fingertips around it and pull down until she’s freed from the delicate fabric.
I may not be able to see her sweet spot, but I can stroke the soft skin. “What do you want, Tatum?”
Lying flat, she’d let me do anything I wanted, judging by the trust residing in her eyes. And I just might. But then she says everything I’ve been waiting to hear for years. “I want you, Harrison.”
10
Harrison
“Where do you want me? Be specific,” I say, sliding my finger through her heat, her body already submitting to mine. Coating my finger in the lightest essence, I bring it to my mouth to taste. Her eyes are fixed on my lips, so I take it in and suck it clean.
Pleasure lifts the sides of her mouth, and she replies, “I want your mouth on me. Down there.” She lifts her skirt, confidence filling her expression. Another challenge laid down as if I won’t jump at the chance to savor her again.
Tugging off my jacket, I let it fall to the floor as I drop to my knees, not wasting any time, and duck under her skirt. The room is dimly lit, but under the thick fabric of her skirt, there’s no light at all. I don’t need it, but I wouldn’t mind seeing her up close again.