Page 108 of Meant to Be

I knew this moment was coming. It’s been building for a while now. I’ve been trying not to think too hard about it, because I always expected it to be with Nick.

“Yes,” I whisper, staring into those gorgeous blue eyes I love so much, chills breaking over my body. “I’m ready.”

His eyes search mine for a moment before his mouth slams back onto mine. His hands are everywhere, sliding, gripping, scrunching, squeezing. He buries his face in the side of my neck, kissing and leaving soft bites across my skin. My fingers twist in his shirt and I pull it over his head.

He hovers over me. He is God damn perfect. And he is about to be all mine.

He pushes my dress up my waist and reaches underneath it, gripping me in his hand. I push myself into him. My fingers scrape down his bare back and sink low, resting on his backside. I pull his pants and they slide down his thighs.

I whine at the ache between my legs. I’ve wanted this so much, for so long. I press his hand into me, trying to ease the throbbing. Harley has a dirty smirk on his mouth as he takes in how much I want this. He slides his fingers inside me, deep and slow. I moan, throwing myself back into the pillows, arching my back. My fingers drag through his hair and down his neck.

Harley reaches for his pants and pulls out a shiny packet. With one hand still inside me, he tears the packet open with his teeth. My breath feels trapped in my throat as I watch him roll it onto himself. My body aches for him as Harley’s fingers slide out.

“Okay?” he whispers.

“Okay.” I smile.

He lowers himself onto me and pushes the tip inside. I gasp at the searing pain. My breathing quickens as he pushes in a little further. My stomach erupts into flutters at how big he feels. I whimper as I feel myself clench around him.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

I draw in a deep breath and feel myself adjust and stretch. He waits until I meet his eyes and nod, before he gently starts to thrust. I moan loudly, pushing my hips up to meet his movements. He makes an incoherent sound in my ear as he shudders. My hands explore everywhere—his chest, stomach, back, butt. Every part of him is so perfect.

Thoughts of guilt swirl in the back of mind. This is wrong. So fucking wrong. But if it was so bad, would it really feel this good?

With one hand gripping my hip, Harley’s other hand reaches for my hand. I feel his fingers tremble.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

He nods, closing his eyes. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You have no idea.”

“You’re nervous.”

He smiles and breathes a soft laugh. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Nervous about what?” I squeak when he thrusts into me again, almost making me lose my train of thought.

“That this is somehow all going to end.”

“Us?”

He nods again and I lose focus as his hips move in a circular motion, hitting me in a deeper angle.

“I feel like you’re going to slip between my fingers.”

“I wooooon’t,” I try to answer but it ends up being a loud moan. I lift my hips, trying to move with him. My nails dig into his shoulders and he lets out a sound, almost pushing me over the edge.

His mouth moves over mine briefly, before sliding down my neck. He takes my nipple into his mouth and I arch my back, pushing myself closer to him. His thrusts become deeper and faster. He pulls out and slams back into me, a lot harder than he has before and I yelp.

“Harder,” I gasp out.

This angle is exactly where he needs to be. He plunges into me faster and his fingers dance over my clit. It tingles and I moan.

“Right there.”

“Here?”

“Yes!” I practically scream as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced barrels through me, leaving me shaking and breathless. My eyes fly open to see him watching me, lips parted, eyes dark.