Page 141 of Meant to Be

I hover near the door. My heart does a flip-flop sensation when Harley glides around the corner, his dark hair hanging over his eyes. I step inside the room. Not very often bars like this have their own bathroom, but I’mreallyglad this one does.

Only a moment has passed before the door opens. I lean on the bench and meet his eyes in the reflection.

“I have wanted to be inside you since the second I saw you today.”

“Then do it.”

He exhales a breathy laugh. He leans forward, leaving a trail of hot kisses down my neck. His hands possessively trace the curves of my body.

“I really like these pants,” he whispers. “But right now, they’d look even better around your ankles.”

His fingers tighten around the waistband before he yanks them down my thighs. He groans when he sees I’m in a thong. Lightly, he slaps my bare cheek and I gasp at the sting of it.

“Bend over.”

“Yes sir.”

He gives me a wicked grin, which I match, as I lean forward. His hand slides over the front of me and he pushes the fabric away. He clicks his tongue, moving his lips to my ear.

“You’re soaked.”

“I know,” I whisper.

He chuckles, lightly teasing me with his fingers. I push back into him, making his fingers go deeper. He smirks at my neediness. Impatiently, I pull my underwear, shoving them down.

Lowering himself, his tongue drags across my folds and I moan loudly. His tongue moves quickly and precisely, making me grip the side of the sink hard.

“Just what I ordered.” He smirks, standing once more. He grips my hips and when I think he’s about to ease into my entrance, he slams into me instead. A shriek leaves my lips as he plunges deep inside me. His hand moves down my front, sliding right into the spot he knows will have me bucking against him in moments.

“Harley,” I moan.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

With uneven breathing, I force my gaze to meet his. His stunning eyes are curiously watching me as his hand dances across me. He thrusts hard into me again and I whimper. It’s extremely exoticwatchinghim fuck me.

Colour splashes across my cheeks. Wisps of my hair fall over my forehead and little beads of sweat shine under the lights. He makes me feel … hot. In every single way.

“Josie,” he grunts into my ear, his eyes expressing a deep, raw emotion that I’ve never seen on him before. “I’ve loved you for a long fucking time.” He presses his finger harder into my clit and a scream escapes me as I climax.

I push hard back into him, trying to prolong my orgasm for as long as possible.

“Fuck,” he mutters, a droplet of sweat sliding down his face, looking like he is a mere thread from losing control.

“I love you, too.”

He lets out a shuddering breath as he comes, slamming into me harder than he ever has before. We both let out a moan at the same time, and I sag onto the bench, breathless.

“Jesus,” he exhales, his hands dropping down beside me, caging me in his embrace. His heartbeat is fast and hard as it thuds against my back. His fingers lazily draw circles over my exposed skin.

“Is your appetite fulfilled?” I question innocently, licking my lips.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He smirks wickedly. “That was just my entrée.”