Chapter 37
Caroline
The kiss deepened almost instantly, as if months of restraint snapped in the blink of an eye.
We moved backwards while kissing, Harrison’s body maintaining our proximity with a hunger I’d only ever let myself imagine in fleeting, subconscious moments.
His hand slid from my waist to my lower back, anchoring me against him, while my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more.
There was nothing tentative now. Every brush of his lips against mine was demanding, answering, claiming.
I matched it with the same intensity, my pulse racing as though my body had been waiting far too long for this exact moment.
The champagne still lingered on his tongue, and when he teased my bottom lip with his teeth, I gasped into him, the sound swallowed instantly by another kiss.
Is this really happening? I wondered.
Harrison finally pulled back to catch his breath, gazing at me with raw desire. “Should we be doing this?” he asked.
Blood rushed in my ears and I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I bit my lower lip and nodded.
That was all the protest he had within him.
Harrison kissed me again, pushing me backward with his lips through the cabin until I sat on the edge of the bed.
He grabbed me by the waist and pushed me farther up the sheets, pleasure pinging off his body as he followed me, setting me on fire with his torrid waves of arousal.
I hiked up my dress so he could sink in between my legs, aching for him to fill the hollow gap. The thick ridge of his cock pressed against my panties through his tuxedo pants, hard and warm and full of sexy potential. I tugged at his bow tie, my hips surging upward with need.
Harrison’s cheek was smooth against my skin as he kissed a line down my shoulder.
He ground his hard length against my panties, a wonderful pressure against my sex.
He pulled back, and I expected him to strip his clothes as quickly as possible, but he remained bent over me.
His tongue licked a trail across my breasts, sliding my dress up so he could continue down my belly.
I arched my back and preened for him as he reached my hips.
He paused to gaze up at me, destroying me with his storm-cloud eyes before he had even touched me. He kissed the waistband of my panties, biting down on the elastic and pulling them down with his teeth.
“Oh you show off,” I moaned.
His rumble of laughter vibrated into my thigh. I trembled with pleasure, both immediate and delayed. His teeth raked my skin as he tugged the panties a few inches down my left leg, then moved to the right leg to do the same. Soon I was dying for him.
“Yes,” I said. “The answer to your question is yes, we should be doing this.”
He smirked up at me and said, “We should have been doing this and nothing but this,” before continuing his work. My body was on fire from my toes to my fingertips and everything in between. I was ready to explode, and the delay only made my desire grow in strength.
Finally he used his hands to pull my panties down over my ankles.
He pulled me up into a sitting position so he could pull my dress over my head, then realized he needed to unzip me first. His grip tightened on the strap and he tore the fabric, literally ripping the dress off me before tossing it aside like the fabric covering my body offended him.
“How expensive was that dress?” I couldn’t help but ask. He’d provided it for me, along with the jewelry, and I had wondered.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, eyes bearing into me. “Nothing else matters, Caroline.”
It sounded like he was admitting a deep truth to me.
I hastily unclipped my bra and let it fall to the bed, shocked by how normal it felt to be nude underneath him.
Harrison ripped his own clothes off—buttons popping off, cufflinks clattering to the floor of the cabin, until he was shirtless.
I’d seen him in only a bathing suit before, but unlike the beach at St. Kitts, now Harrison’s bare skin was inches away from me, filling the space between us with radiating body heat.
I traced the lines of muscle down to his navel.
He stepped off the bed, admiring my nude body with a lust that no longer needed to be hidden.
His gaze felt like a caress as he let his pants and boxer-briefs fall to the ground, revealing his hard length.
I reached out because I couldn’t not touch him, I needed to feel the heat of him between my fingers.
He was as hard as a rock, harder than I thought possible.
Harrison let out a shuddering sigh as I dragged my fingers along the underside, from base to tip.
Before I could do anything more, he bent to get something out of his bag on the ground next to the bed. A condom—and not one of the normal sized ones.
He came prepared.
He tossed away the gold foil and then lowered his lips to my leg, tracing a line of kisses up my thigh.
He flicked his tongue across my clit for just an instant, grinning at the way it sent a single jolt of pleasure up my spine.
His breath whispered across my core until he was covering me with his warm body, then he kissed me again, tenderly moving his lips against mine.
I moaned softly underneath him. I could feel his tip brushing against my wet heat, and I spread my legs for him, opening myself.
He hummed into my mouth, a deep rumble, while he kissed me. I loved the way he slid his tongue into my mouth, then nibbled on my lower lip. Like he could kiss me for hours and still wouldn’t get enough.
He held himself over me while kissing me. His biceps bulged on either side of my body, demanding my attention, so I leaned over to kiss one of them, walking my fingers along the firm muscle.
He cupped my chin, turning it back toward his hungry mouth.
All the easy laughter from the evening dissolved into a raw kind of urgency.
The steady thrum of his heartbeat against my chest, and the heat radiating from his body, made me dizzy and reckless.
I slid my hands over his shoulders, clawing at the muscles in his back, demanding him.
When he pulled back again, he looked at me with a new expression. I saw it as plain as day: he’d been fighting this for a while. This was something he had tried to deny, but was finally ready to admit—to me, but also to himself.
I’m ready, I thought. I’ve wanted this more than I was prepared to accept.
Harrison’s tip suddenly found purchase between my lips. He buried it into me, filling me inch by glorious inch, until he had nothing left to give me and our bodies were joined. Both of us sighed and groaned and clung to each other.
It was perfect. Flawless, to borrow the word Harrison had used to describe me.
I squeezed my legs around him, holding him there, not wanting that flawless moment to end.
Harrison filled me so completely, every inch of him pressed against my tight walls.
I needed to savor the feeling a little bit longer, because there was nothing like it.
That wonderful moment where our bodies were connected, and instead of a billionaire and a journalist we were just two humans, and none of the problems of the world could reach us.
His eyes were wide and searching as he drank me in. I caressed his cheek, thumb brushing across his lips. He gave it a playful little bite, then leaned down to kiss me with more passion and hunger than before.
I loosened the vice-like grip of my legs around his waist, spreading myself wide.
Harrison pulled his hips back and gave me a little thrust. I sighed as he filled me, stretched me, sending new pleasure spreading up and down my spine like electricity.
He nibbled at my neck and gave another pump, pulling back farther this time.
“Yes,” I breathed, urging him on. “Just like that.”
He let out a shuddering exhale as he began fucking me steadily, surrendering to the restraint he had shown for so long. I closed my eyes and moaned softly.
Somehow, this was more amazing than I ever could have imagined. And based on the way he was clinging to me, he felt the same way.
Harrison slid a hand underneath my body, grabbing my ass in his palm and pulling me toward him. The new angle hit a different part of my wet heat and I moaned deeper, raking my fingernails over his back and down to his muscular ass, squeezing him with both hands as he began to ravage me.
The two of us rocked and crashed together on the bed. Harrison bottomed out with every motion, and I arched my hips to take more of him with every thrust. He rumbled a moan into my neck as he pushed deeper, his tip caressing my G-spot each time in a way that made me surge upward with need.
“Caroline,” he breathed my name like a blessing and a curse. “Caroline…”
And then my orgasm overwhelmed me, powerful waves of pleasure that squeezed my eyes shut and made my pussy tighten around him.
Then his own roar filled the cabin and he strengthened his grip on me, one hand clinging to my ass for dear life while the other held the back of my neck, crushing me against him as a new light filled his eyes, full of ache and ecstasy as his cock throbbed inside me.
Our cries echoed off the walls as we came together, the unforgettable wedding now just a backdrop for the way we surrendered to each other.