Page 96 of Meant to Be

“Until now.”

My eyes drift closed. I still can’t comprehend that these words are coming from him. No girl has managed to tie him down. I’m not anything special. Why me?

“You’ll get bored of me. Boys like you always do.”

“You don’t think much of me, do you?” His hands drop from my face and I miss their warmth immediately. “You have nothing nice to say about me. Ever.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, and I mean it. “I just can’t believe someone like you could like someone like me. I’m trying to protect myself.” I pull my lips inside my mouth. “You’ll break my heart, Harley.”

“Have you ever thought that you might break mine?”

I blink. That never, not for a moment, crossed my mind.

His mouth is on mine suddenly and I feel the deep craving inside me finally satisfy. I moan into the kiss, his hands heavy and firm on my body. I sink my fingers into his dark hair, and then loop them behind his neck.

“Choose me,” he breathes into me, tasting like a pleasant mixture of cigarettes, whisky and popcorn. A combination I’d never imagined to taste. “Be mine.”

I’m starting to wonder if I’ve ever been anyone else’s.

He spins me so that I’m on my back in the tray. Adrenaline courses through me. The high of being with him, the fear of being seen, the panic of someone looking for me. It only makes me want this more.

My skirt is pushed up my waist. His hands sear against the cool skin of my thighs. My underwear dampens and I moan when he touches me.

“Oh, darling,” he whispers.

Darling. Such a delicate word from a filthy mouth.

He inches my underwear down my thighs. My heart slams against my ribcage and the starry sky blurs in my vision. Harley’s head hovers between my thighs, offering me a wicked smirk before his tongue slides over me.

“Ohshit.”

I feel his lips smirk against me at my words. His tongue continues to move and I feel my insides turn to scorching liquid. Harley blindly reaches up, covering my mouth with his hand.

Heat wells in every limb of my body. I shift and squirm, feeling intoxicatingly good but tremendously bad.

I whimper into his hand, feeling every part of me clench. As my insides explode, a loud gasp escapes me and everything blurs. He sits back, his lips wet, hair sticking up everywhere. He stands, pushing himself between my legs as I struggle to control the tidal wave of feelings my body is experiencing. He grins down at me, licking his lips.

“I bet farm boy can’t make you feel like that.”

My breathing is heavy as I sit, placing my hands on his chest.

“No,” my voice is soft.

“Time’s running out, Darling.” He moves, kissing me, letting me taste everything he just had. “My offer has an expiration date.”

When our eyes meet, I feel like his are endless.

“Run along now,” says Harley, his eyes darting to my lips once more. “Don’t want to get caught, now do we?”

He kisses my nose, steps back, and releases me. My legs are like jelly when I stand, yanking my underwear up and shoving my skirt back down.

I press my hand against his hard chest, feeling the thump of his heartbeat underneath. His eyes narrow slightly in curiosity as I slide my fingers down over his hard stomach.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, glancing over his shoulder. My fingers shake as I fumble to undo the button on his pants. He leans back, his fingers tightening around the edge of the tray. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

Tugging his pants down, my breath escapes me as I see all of him. Swallowing nervously, I lift my eyes so that we are looking straight at each other, when my lips wrap around the end of him.