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ARYA

I’m trembling, inside and out, aching with need. My mouth opens to Harrison’s and I love how his tongue feels against mine, sliding in and out of my mouth. He cups the back of my head, his other hand cradling my ass, while I basically try to climb him. I can’t get close enough. I need more.

I let out a squeak when he hoists me up by my butt, and grip him with my thighs. He carries me over to the bed, which I’d noticed immediately upon entering the room. It’s huge, king-size, with a crisp white duvet and white pillows, except the big square ones against the headboard, which are gray—charcoal gray—as is the suede headboard and all the walls in the room. It’s masculine and seductive.

Not that I need much more seducing. Making out on the patio has me wet and throbbing.

He lays me down on the bed, tugging a pillow under my head, then stretches out next to me. With one arm beneath my neck, his other hand rests on my belly as he kisses me again. I want him to feel my boobs again, oh God, I want it. My nipples are hard, my breasts full and tender.

Then, praise Jesus, he glides his hand up to cup my breast. His hand tangles in my hair, our mouths sliding together in slow, lush kisses. My blood is on fire.

“Can we get rid of this?” He plucks at my tank top.

“Yes.”

He works it up and over my head, leaving me in a pink lace bralette. “Sweet,” he murmurs, kissing my chest. “Sweet and sexy.”

I can tell the moment his gaze lands on my scar.

He touches it gently just above my right breast with his fingertips and lifts his gaze questioningly.

I say nothing, rolling toward him, pushing him down, climbing nearly on top of him.

His mouth curves into a smile before I kiss him again, his hands gripping my ass as I wriggle against his erection. Dear God, he’s hard. And big. I love it. I want it. All of it.

I find his skin again, under his T-shirt, sleek and hot, then he rolls me onto my back, jackknifes up to sitting and tugs the back of his shirt over his head. He tosses it aside. My chest fills with air that won’t exhale as I stare at him. He’s perfect... smoothly muscled, tanned, and solid.

I trail my index finger down between his pecs.

“I think this is first base,” he says.

I peek at him through my eyelashes. “No, no. Kissing is first base.”

“Oh. I’m doing better than I thought, then.”

I laugh and kiss his chest. “You’re doing great .” I finger the button of his jeans, but then I can’t resist palming his cock. I give it a firm rub up and down.

He closes his eyes, groans, and falls back into the pillows. “Oh yeah.”

I caress him there, enjoying the thick, firm length of him. Then he rolls me over onto my back, going onto his knees. He slides one hand under my butt, the other clasping my ankles and lifting my feet in the air. Curling his fingers into the waistband of my cropped leggings, he meets my eyes. I nod.

He drags them off me, past my knees, then over my feet, still in the air. When they’re off, he runs his hands up my legs. “Gorgeous,” he says hoarsely. He cups my pussy with one hand and leans down to kiss me again. He kisses my mouth, my jaw, my throat... down my chest. He kisses my scar. I lift my hips to press myself into his hand, needing more pressure there.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, rubbing me. “So hot. I want to make you come.”

“Ohhh. I want that too.”

He tugs aside the lace cup of my bralette and kisses my nipple. My skin tingles and tightens, lust flipping low in my belly, and when he closes his lips over the tight peak and sucks, sensation darts right down between my legs where he’s rubbing me.

He tugs at my nipple, presses on my clit, and I come, in a burst of sparks and rippling heat. I cry out, fingers clutching the duvet, my head going back.

He lifts his head and gives me a wicked smile. “There’s one orgasm.”

“I, uh... what?” I can barely breathe.

He eases up the bralette over my head, then pulls my panties off. His big hands land gently on my thighs and push them open. I’m quivering everywhere, my heart thumping.

“Christ, so beautiful.” He’s studying me so intimately. Heat flushes from my face down to my chest. “So pink and wet. I want to taste you.”

“Ungh...” I’ve lost the ability to speak actual words. But I part my legs wider for him.

“Yeah...” He moves to kneel between my legs and lowers his head there.

Oh. My. God.

My body jolts as he licks me. Fire rips through me, lighting me up. He glides his tongue up and down my outer lips, which is lovely, then kisses me there, licking where my thigh joins my hip on one side, then the other. He’s taking his time, and I’m dying.

Using his thumbs to part me, he licks deeper, slowly, as if he’s savoring me. Tension builds inside me again, making me tremble. He makes appreciative growls, and then sweeps his tongue over my clit.

I nearly lurch right off the bed. I’m still so sensitive from that orgasm only moments ago. He presses me down with his hands on my hips, tonguing my clit, then slides his hand up my body to cover my breasts. He stretches out on his belly, settling in, tweaks my nipples, rubs my clit. Sensation swirls inside me, spiraling into a tight, almost painful coil that builds higher, stronger... and higher still. “Oh my God!” I shout as another orgasm bursts inside me, white-hot sensation sliding down my legs, spreading from my pelvis through my body.

He sucks my clit, drawing out the pleasure almost unbearably, until I reach down for his head to push him away. “I can’t... stop...”

He lifts his head with satisfied smile, then lays kisses over my quaking stomach, up between my breasts, and then onto my mouth. Rising up on his knees, he unfastens his jeans and shoves them down to his knees.

I’m still gasping for air, barely able to focus, but wow, what a vision in front of me—male perfection, all sculpted muscles, sleek skin, and sweet Jesus... his cock is magnificent, thick and ridged, the head smooth. My lips part, my chest rising and falling.

He moves to get his jeans all the way off, reaches for something from the drawer of the table beside the bed, then returns to his position between my legs. He holds up the condom, then rips it open and rolls it on.

“Thank you,” I whisper, my shaking lips trying to smile.

His hands on his thick cock are so erotic... both big and solid. Powerful and yet gentle. In the quiet, dimly lit room, sunshine filtering between the blinds on the window, I feel like I’ve been transported to another reality, somewhere sensual and wanton and dreamlike.

My pussy is aching again. “Those orgasms were amazing,” I say, my voice throaty. “But I need you inside me.”

“I’m going to be,” he rasps out. “I need it too. Arya, Jesus, watching you come like that...”

I don’t know what my O face is like, but apparently it wasn’t hideous.

He kisses me again, his fingers on the slippery folds between my legs, probing deeper this time. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “So ready.”

“Oh my God, yes.” I pull up my knees as he grips his sheathed cock and finds my entrance.

It pinches at first, just a bit, and I wince.

He stops immediately. “Okay?”

I nod, biting my bottom lip. “You’re, um, big.”

“I’ll go slow.” He works his way in, inch by inch, and my body stretches and accommodates him. The sensation of him filling me is exquisite... I try to relax, but I’m so wound up, so ready to come again. It’s crazy.

He strokes loose strands of hair off my forehand and gazes into my eyes. “Still okay?”

“Yes... oh yes...”

He’s all the way inside, his groin pressed against mine, and the pressure on my sensitive mound is intense and erotic.

He’s up on his knees, sliding out of me, then back in. Pleasure torches me, burning through me body. He touches my stomach and I grip his hand, my body rolling to meet his strokes, shocked gasps falling from my lips as he fills me so deeply. So completely.

He falls forward onto his fists and lowers his mouth to mine, swallowing my panting breaths. I rub the back of his neck and pull my legs up, my feet sliding along his hips. Nose to nose, eye to eye, we move together. It’s heat and light, sunshine and fireworks, sweetness and enchantment.

My hands move everywhere—cupping his face as we kiss, caressing his hair, gripping his biceps. His strokes get faster... harder. Sensation builds in my core, a hot, throbbing glow. The bed bounces wildly.

He rears back up onto his knees, one hand on the inside of my knee, the other clasping my breast. I watch his face... oh God, so beautiful. Intense. Concentrated. Focused on me. My inner muscles tighten. I find my clit and circle it with my middle finger, and he groans.

“Do that,” he rasps. “I’m close... want you to come again.”

God, I want it too, so much. I rub faster, slicking up my arousal, and I topple into acute, all-pervading ecstasy, clenching on the thick flesh filling me.

“Yeah,” he growls. “Fuck, that’s hot. I’m there too, baby...” He lowers himself over me again, burying his face in the side of my neck. I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him as he pounds into me with his powerful hips. the inside of my body so sensitive I feel like I’m still coming in wave after wave of pleasure.

He emits a long, raspy groan as he comes, muttering in my ear delicious curse words about how good it feels.

We’re wrapped up in each other’s arms, both of us panting and shaking and sweating. I press my open mouth to his shoulder in a long kiss, my heart quaking. This was amazing, more than anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s almost frightening, it’s so intense.

Neither of us move for a long time, holding on tightly to each other. Neither of us says anything. I’m shattered.

Eventually I feel Harrison’s body relax a bit and his weight bears down on me. His breathing is heavy in my ear. I grip his shoulder. “You asleep?” I whisper.

He grunts. “Sorry. Am I crushing you?”

“It’s okay. It feels good, but if you relax all the way I might not be able to breathe.”

Slowly he lifts his head and smiles down at me. “Jesus. I think you destroyed me.”

I drag my bottom lip between my teeth, my heart squeezing. “That’s how I feel.”

He eases out of my body, holding the condom on, and rolls off the bed. “Be right back.”

I can’t move. I can barely think.

He returns a moment later and lifts me off the bed

“Eeek!”

He holds me against him and yanks down the covers, then settles me back on the mattress before joining me. We move together like magnetic puzzle pieces, naturally fitting and fusing. I’m floating, drunk on pleasure and hormones and Harrison.

We doze a little. The next time I open my eyes the room has darkened, although it’s still light outside the French door. This feeling of being held so snugly against Harrison’s strong body, his hair-roughened legs twined through mine, his arms around me... I can’t even describe it. I haven’t felt this secure and safe in a long time. I never want it to end.

I study his face, my eyes moving over the faint bump on his nose, the scar on his eyebrow.

My heart thumps.

Harrison’s eyes flicker open, his short, thick eyelashes lifting to reveal his beautiful blue eyes. This close I can see glints of cobalt and icy blue. The corners of his wide mouth lift. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

His hands move on me in leisurely strokes that both soothe and excite.

“I’m hungry,” he says.

I blink, then grin at his unexpected statement. “Worked up an appetite?”

“It is dinnertime.”

“What?”

“It’s six-thirty.”

“Holy shit.”

He chuckles. “I’ll order something in.”

“Um...” Should I leave?

“You’re not leaving,” he says, apparently reading my mind. “I have to feed you.”

Okay, then. I smile. “All right, then.”

“How about sushi?”

I don’t move. Uh...

“Kidding,” he says with a grin. “Thai?”

“No shrimp.”

He gives me a thumbs-up and reaches down over the side of the bed. He rises with his phone in his hand. “Hang on... let me open the app.”

After a moment, he shows me a menu. “Spring rolls... the fresh ones. We can get vegetarian.”

“Okay.”

“And... pad kee mao. With chicken?”

“Sure.”

“This is my favorite—khao soy, with beef.”

I read the description. I’ve never had either of these dishes, but they sound delicious.

He places the order and sets his phone down. Stretching out on his side, head propped on his elbow, he studies me.

Heat suffuses my body. The way he looks at me... like he wants me again... slays me. This is heady, feeling so desired, the sole focus of his intense attention.

“You’re beautiful,” he says. “Inside and out.”

“Oh.” I blink rapidly. “Thank you.” I set my hand on his chest. “I think you are too.”

He covers my hand with his and holds it there. His heart thumps in a slow, steady rhythm against my palm.

“I know you weren’t interested in me at first,” he says.

My forehead tightens.

“But I’m glad you finally agreed to go out with me. Maybe we could... keep going? Give this dating thing a shot?”

I’m still apprehensive and hesitant, but I want to be brave enough to go for something I want. I am brave. “Maybe we could.”

He nods.

“And just for the record, it’s not that I wasn’t interested. Okay, maybe the first couple of times I thought you were a big joker, making fun of my class.”

He closes his eyes. “Sorry. That wasn’t my intent.” He opens his eyes and holds my gaze. “The truth is, I was so attracted to you, I was trying maybe a bit too hard.”

My lips tip upward. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I was attracted to you too. But I haven’t dated for a while, and I’m a little nervous about it.”

The corners of his eyes tighten. “Bad experience?”

I hold his gaze and nod slowly.

“Okay. I get it.” He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses it. “We’ll just take it easy. Have fun. Okay?”

Now my heart is thumping too, and my veins are filled with an excited fizziness. I really like Harrison, and like he said... maybe we can give this dating thing a shot.