Page 81 of Meant to Be

He captures my hand and looks at the half-moon on my wrist. He drags his finger over it. Slowly, he pulls it to his mouth and kisses it. My lips part as we stare at each other. I can feel my shirt dampening as my skin flushes with a fierce heat.

He wedges my knees apart, drawing closer. Warmth from his body sears through his shirt. I place my hands on his hard chest, feeling his breath over my lips.

“What can I do to make you forgive me?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I murmur.

“Nothing?” he asks, moving his hand to the side of my face. I lean into it, and his thumb moves against my bottom lip. “At all?”

“I hate you,” my voice is a whisper.

“How much?” he breathes. My eyes are no longer on his, but on the lip ring.

“A lot.”

“Show me,” he says. “Push me away.” He leans in closer. “Tell me how much you hate me.” His dark hair falls across his forehead. “Scream it so that everyone else knows it too.”

In between my legs throbs, and I swallow, tilting my head back. His lips move to my throat, delicately pressing soft kisses onto the skin there. A moan escapes me, and he pushes against me. I feel his hardness and sigh softly, letting my hands sink down his stomach.

“I can’t hear you,” he mumbles on my skin.

“I hate you.”

“Do you?”

“I fucking hate you.” I want to yell it out, scream it—like he said to—but it comes out as a breathless groan.

His lips move across my jaw before they possessively take my lips. The kiss is furious and deep. I wrap my arms around his neck, tasting the whisky on his tongue. He throws me back into the lounge, his body pressing on top of mine. I hook my leg around his waist, and he presses his erection into me. Desire pulses through me with every movement he makes.

His hand palms my groin, and I break for air, inhaling sharply. I feel myself yearning for more.

His fingers push the fabric of my underwear to the side and slide inside me. I arch my back, needing to be closer to him. My pulse races as he bites down onto my shoulder. I let out a cry of shock, mixed with pleasure. He sucks on the skin between my throat and my collarbone. I feel a hot sensation roll in my stomach. A feeling I haven’t felt for what feels like years.

His fingers glide over the apex between my thighs, and I let out a half-moan, half-yelp at the sensation rippling through me. His hips grind against my side, and my fingers scrunch his shirt. I throw my head back and let out a sound I don’t recognise. A wicked look flares in his eyes, spurring me on.

His fingers slide in and out of me, and he presses his thumb harder into my clit, moving it in precise circles that have me writhing beneath his grip. Sweat beads on my forehead as he applies more pressure. His hardness stabs into my thigh, making hot liquid pool in my lower belly. I buck my hips shamelessly, urging his fingers to press harder.

My toes curl as I whimper, trying to fight the orgasm that’s threatening to slice through my body. I don’t wanthimto make me feel like this. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he whispers, his deep, drawling voice shoving me over the edge. “I know you want to.”

I choke out a moan as the orgasm rips through me. I throw my head back into the armchair, dots dancing over my vision.

Harley dives towards me, and my legs clench when I feel his tongue snake over the most sensitive part of me.

“Oh. My. God,” I pant. “Harley.”

His tongue laps over me, savouring my taste, making me wriggle and squirm. His hands slam onto my thighs, holding me still. My heart pounds in my ears, and I glance down to see those eyes staring adoringly up at me as he devours me with his mouth. I choke out a moan. He is so fucking sexy.

He presses harder into me, eating me like he’s starved, and I’m the first meal he’s had in a year. I’ve hardly had a moment to keep up with his tongue when his fingers slide back in.

“Oh!” I cry.

I grip his hair as his tongue slides over my clit. His fingers slam into me, and I close my eyes, feeling the wave of another orgasm rising. His mouth moves off me as heat bursts through me. I whimper when suddenly his thumb is pressed back there in just the right place to send me over the edge.

A moan mixed with a cry escapes me, and my vision fuzzes out of focus. I slump back into the lounge, breathless. My breath is coming out in short and fast pants. After a moment, I blink back to reality, my surroundings slowly reappearing.

I look up through my lashes to see his lips and chin glistening under the dim light.