Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
As for the chaos I wanted to create, well, with how distracted I was with studying, I was naturally creating small messes: dishes in the sink, books and notebooks all over the place, layers I put on and stripped off all over the apartment.
I ate through just about everything in the fridge and freezer while he was at work.
Of course, I’d been so distracted by my studies that I’d forgotten what was coming up.
The weekend.
And Harrison? He seemed to like to take a half day on Fridays.
Because I was still sitting there on the floor by the coffee table, wearing nothing but my yoga pants and leisure bra, my hair in a rat’s nest, and a pen between my lips, when he came in and spotted me.
“Having fun?” he asked, his eyes going immediately warm.
“You’re home early.”
“Well, sweetheart, it appears you have the metabolism of a fifteen-year-old boy. I decided to leave early to hit the market. But I stopped home to see if you wanted to come. Pick out some snacks.”
Normally, I would say that spending more time with him was a terrible idea. But we weren’t going to accidentally have sex at the grocery store. And I really did need some snacks. Harrison was entirely too healthy for my liking. The man snacked on nuts—unsalted nuts.
“Can you give me time to shower?” I asked.
“Sure. Maybe I’ll go for a swim.”
It was cute he thought I needed that much time to get ready. But I didn’t object, just went into my room to get cleaned up.
The problem was, well, my room location.
You know… with the large windows looking out at the pool.
I was standing in my room, holding a towel to my chest and watching as he climbed out of the pool.
Water cascaded down his chest and abdomen, making need weigh down heavily on my stomach.
As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Harrison’s head whipped over.
Then he was eye-banging me as much as I was him.
And, heaven help me, I dropped the damn towel.
Harrison’s gaze helplessly moved down my body, and I got to watch his eyes go molten.
Emboldened by his helpless reaction to me, I let my hand drift down my body, teasing over my breast, my belly.
Harrison’s chest heaved. I could practically see his heart beating in his throat.
I slowly walked backward until I hit the bed, then climbed up and scooted back.
Gaze on his, I slipped my hand between my legs.
He leaned against the window, watching me for a long moment.
Then he pushed off and disappeared.
But it was only for a moment.
Then he was there in the doorway, his breath frantic, his hunger palpable.
He paused only for a moment, long enough to wrangle his wet trunks down his legs.
Then his water-cold body was against mine, his hips slotting between mine, his hard length against my aching need.
His lips claimed mine, as hard and hungry as the need pulsing through me.
My legs encircled him.
My hips rose and rocked.
“Harrison, please,” I whimpered, the need growing to a sharp ache.
“I don’t have—”
“I’m clear if you are,” I told him. “And I’m on the Pill.”
I’d never brushed aside protection before. And maybe the intimacy was stupid with someone I was trying not to develop feelings for.
But I was too desperate to care.
And, well, we were married. If ever there was a time when it was okay, it was then.
“I’m clear,” he assured me.
Then he pressed up.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Harrison groaned.
Then he shifted, positioned, and surged deep inside me.
Our gasps tangled as the heat enveloped us.
Then it was just friction, heat, movement, moans.
Complete and utter pleasure in the most devastating way imaginable.
Then, when the climax came, I splintered like glass in sunlight, each shard humming with light.
“Fuck, Layna,” Harrison groaned, feeling me clenching around him.
Then he buried deep and shuddered as he came with me.
We stayed that way for a long time after, bodies thrumming with pleasure, pulse and breath in sync.
When he finally tried to pull away, some part of me panicked and clutched him tighter.
“I’m not leaving,” he told me, voice soft.
This time, when he shifted, he took me with him, both of us on our sides, bodies close.
I knew I needed to pull away, to clean up, get dressed, and get some space.
But with Harrison’s fingers drifting gently over my body, I couldn’t force myself to move away.
I arched into his touch.
I melted into his warmth.
Until, suddenly, my damn stomach growled.
Harrison chuckled.
“Guess I need to feed you before we go food shopping.”
The spell momentarily broken, I pulled back.
“Yeah,” I agreed, moving to sit off the side of the bed.
Harrison moved to kneel behind me, his lips meeting my neck from behind.
There was a crack in my chest.
And I knew that if I didn’t move right then, he was going to sink right in.
So I got up and rushed to the bathroom, climbing back in the shower and scrubbing myself until my skin was red and sore.