Page 148 of Meant to Be

“Keep–doing–that.” He pants, slowly opening his eyes as he watches me. His eyes drift all over me and eventually down to where our bodies meet. His eyes darken, his grip tightening. I’ve never been looked at with so much desire in my life. It’s a high I don’t think I’ll ever stop chasing.

His hand moves across my skin, sinking into the water. As soon as his finger touches me, it’s like an electric pulse flares inside my body. I grind against him harder. His eyes brim with lust as he takes his lip ring between his teeth.

He thrusts hard upward into me and I shriek out his name, every piece of me detonating. He kisses everywhere. My face, my neck, my collarbones, my breasts, across my stomach.

Breathlessly, I slide off him and rest back against the tub. He leans forward, our foreheads pressing together.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers.

“Yeah,” I agree.

“I’m really glad I hijacked this trip.”

I smile, breathless. “Me too.”

* * *

When Harley stepped out of the bathroom, clad in a dark navy suit, and a turquoise button-up underneath, contrasting almost too perfectly with his eyes, my pulse jumped in desire.

It feels surreal being in this kind of lifestyle with Harley by my side. It’s what I’ve always wanted. Me and Harley. Together. Away from Fern Grove and everyone in it.

We finished the bottle of champagne before we left and I was definitely tipsy through dinner. My head feels light as we dance. The lights dash erratically across the dance floor. We glide across it, deliriously drunk on this night. Being here. Together.

“This feels like a dream,” I shout at him.

“It’s better than a dream.” He smiles.

His skin is warm as he draws me to him, flattening our bodies together. His hands slide through my hair, down the sides of my face and grip the material of my dress, bunching it at the sides.

“You look so beautiful.”

Heat dances in my cheeks as I hold him to me tighter. We stay like this, embraced and swirling around the dance floor for so long, the straps of my heels have begun digging into my feet.

“Thirsty?” Harley asks.

Nodding. “Yes!”

Curling his fingers around mine, Harley pulls me after him, guiding us from the crowded dance floor. My head feels light and I stumble a few times trying to keep up with his long strides.

Turning, Harley faces me, a lazy smile on his face.

“I want this.”

“What?”

“This.” He waves his hand between us and then around the room. “This life. With you.”

“What life?”

He shrugs. “Me and you. Living it up. Doing whatever we want. Away from that hellhole.”

A wide smile stretches across my face. “Me too.”

“Let’s do it!” he says eagerly, circling his hands over mine, and pulling them to his chest. “I have one month left of my apprenticeship. Then we can go anywhere.”

“Where do you want to go?” I ask him, excitement welling inside my chest.

Yes, yes, yes.This is everything I want and more.

He smiles. “I’ll follow you wherever you want to go.”