Page 130 of Meant to Be

An embarrassing, girlish giggle escapes me and his grin widens. He pinches my cheek and I nuzzle my face into his hand.

“I need to shower.”

His eyes drift to my lips. “Hmm.”

“Hmm?”

“A shower sounds nice.”

His eyes travel down my neck, to my chest. I feel the air leaving my body as his eyes move further. Slowly, I push to my feet. I peel my shirt off and let it fall to the floor. Harley bites his bottom lip as he groans. Smiling sweetly, I slide out of my underwear and leave it also on the floor, as I strut towards the shower.

The pipes hum and groan as the shower starts up. I leave the door slightly ajar, my heart beating so hard I might collapse.

I’m inhaling hard and fast when a shadow falls over the door. It creaks open and I feel his presence fill the room. Clothes fall to the floor in soft thuds as the door opens. Harley steps in behind me. I feel his breath hot on my skin.

Goosebumps ripple over my skin and he steps closer, his hands falling to my waist. My head feels so light I fear it’s going to detach from my body and float away. His lips press into my shoulder, warm and soft.

“You smell amazing,” he whispers.

He pulls me into his chest and I feel all of him, hard and firm against my body. I suck in a sharp breath. He presses himself further into me as his lips travel down my back. His hands grip my backside, squeezing me in all the right places.

He turns me, icy eyes meeting mine way before dropping to my chest. His hands cup over my breasts and I softly moan, loving the feel of his strong hands on me. He cups them gently before taking one of them into his mouth. I lean into the cold tiles behind me, my eyes closing. His tongue laps over my nipple teasingly.

“Do you still hate me?” he asks teasingly, his smirk curving his lips.

“Yes,” I whisper, smiling.

“How much?”

“So fucking much,” I whimper.

His mouth moves down to my stomach. I widen my stance, allowing him access between my legs. The feel of his tongue is just as good as I remember and just as addictive. I throw my head back, smacking into the tiles so hard dots dance across my eyes.

“Oh,” I groan.

“Sweetheart?”

A betraying whimper leaves me. I love hearing that word fall from his mouth. While that mouth is onme.

When Harley stands again, his mouth crashes onto mine. I snake my arms around the back of his hand, our chests sliding together, slippery from the water. I feel his hardness. I grip it in my hand and he hisses into my mouth. I grind myself over the tip and his hands tighten.

He kisses down my neck, across my chest, my hand moving faster and expertly over him. He groans into me. Heavy breathing fills the small space around us as I try to think. I want this so bad. I have for a long time.

I stand on my tiptoes and guide him between my legs. I push myself onto him and gasp as he fills me.

“Oh,” I whisper, feeling my insides stretch.

Harley looks like he might physically be in pain. His face crumples in pleasure and agony.

“Oh, fuck, Josie,” he moans, and he hasn’t even started moving yet. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because it would be impossible for me to stop right now,” he groans.

“I forgot how good this is,” I whisper as he pushes inside me further. “How goodyoufeel.”

“I’ve dreamt of this, Josie,” he pants. “Every night. This moment.” He tenses, his hand softly gripping my neck. “I’m not going to last three seconds.”