Chapter 26
AURELIA
The moment his lips met mine, it was like everything else was just noise. I didn’t quite know what had come over me to be kissing him like this, but as soon as he’d admitted that he’d kissed me because he’d wanted to, it was like he’d given me permission to do the same thing.
These last few days, through all the confusion and uncertainty, the one thing I’d been certain of was that I’d felt things when he’d kissed me that I’d never felt before. Things that had made me want it again. I just hadn’t known if I would ever have another opportunity.
All of that evaporated as I pressed closer to him. I tangled one hand in his hair, the other gripping the back of his jacket as if I would hold on to him forever. Harrison groaned against my lips, the sound so deep and wanting that it sent a shiver straight down my spine.
His hands were everywhere all at once. On my waist, sliding around to the small of my back, the nape of my neck, gripping me like he couldn’t stand to let go. I gasped into his mouth, breathless and so very aware of every inch of him pressed against me.
Without even realizing I was doing it at first, I started pulling him toward my bedroom.
We bumped into walls, knocked over lamps, and sent at least one vase rolling across the floor.
My heart was pounding in my ears as he pressed me against a side table, his fingers threading under my shirt.
Heat spread through me in a way I hadn’t expected, my body responding to his touches in ways I wasn’t used to.
Every time I tried to catch my breath, he silenced me with another hungry kiss, tugging me along the hallway as if he knew where he was going. I laughed and moaned at the same time when we nearly toppled a small table and he muttered curses and apologies into the kiss.
By the time we reached the bedroom, my knees felt weak. My head spun from the intensity of our kisses and the way he made me feel like the only person in the universe. He backed me against the door, his lips claiming mine again, his hands somehow simultaneously rough and gentle.
I held him close, parting his lips with my tongue as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We were both breathing hard, neither of us showing any signs of stopping or even slowing down.
Harrison’s hands moved to my thighs and he picked me up, pressing me against the door as he stepped forward to put his hips between mine. A deep moan shuddered through me when I felt him against my core, my panties already damp and my nipples so hard that they were aching.
In response to the sound, Harrison’s hips twitched. “Fuck, Aurelia. We don’t have to—”
“Don’t you dare.” I ran my hands across his shoulders, hooking my fingers around the edges of his jacket and pushing it off. “You said you kissed me because you wanted to. You want this too and so do I.”
“Not gonna argue with that.” His mouth slanted over mine again, kissing me hard. He pulled me away from the door and carried me to my bed.
The lamp on my nightstand was on a timer, set to come on at sunset, and since I hadn’t switched it off yet, it was still on, bathing the room in a soft, orange glow. No other lights were on and that gentle glow encased us in such an intimate way that it felt like Harrison and I were in the bubble.
A bubble in which there were no rules. No agreement. No reason not to do whatever the hell we wanted.
Harrison laid me down on the bed, his dark hair falling forward to frame his handsome face.
I gazed up at him, taking in the sharp curves of his features, held tight with restraint, and the heat blazing in his eyes.
I sat up a little, sliding an arm around his neck to bring him onto the bed with me.
His tongue parted my lips with seamless ease. The weight of him pushing me into the mattress made me tingle all over. I hadn’t expected to feel so connected to him, but it was right there, buzzing right beneath the surface, that same sizzling chemistry we’d had the other day in his apartment.
We undressed each other piece by piece, hips lifting and lips parting whenever necessary, but we came back together as soon as we could every time.
Our movements were still hurried and urgent, and before I even knew it, we were both naked, his skin burning hot against mine and his body all toned muscle and rippling definition when he moved.
I ran my hands over every inch of skin I could find, starting with those strong, broad shoulders and across his hard biceps before I moved to his back. I raked my fingernails against him, not gently, but not hard enough to leave marks either.
He groaned into our kisses, his cock hard and velvety smooth against the inside of my thigh. When he started dragging his lips down from my mouth to my jaw, I moaned, dropping back against my pillows and writhing underneath him.
He reached my chest, pausing to bring those heated eyes up to mine even as he cupped my breasts, his thumbs flicking across the peaked points of my nipples. “Tell me if you want me to stop. If you don’t, I’m going to assume it’s a green light. Fair?”
His head cocked a little. My back arched to press my chest harder into his hands, but he lifted his thumbs slightly, making it clear that he expected an actual, verbal answer. My chin dropped in a nod, warmth blooming across my cheeks, but finally, I gave him what he wanted.
“That’s fair, but Harrison?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not going to stop you.”
A slow grin spread on his lips, devilish and with a hint of mischief in his eyes, almost like he was about to say that he accepted the challenge, but then he dropped his head and licked a line around my nipple instead, speaking just before he sucked it fully into his mouth.
“Good girl.”
I squirmed a little at the words, not really sure why they caused a rush of heat between my legs, but then the hot, wet sensation of his tongue on my breast made me put a pin in my questioning. The fact was that I wasn’t super experienced sexually.
The guys I’d been with had all been vanilla to the extreme. Rich boys who’d cared more about getting off themselves than learning what made me tick. Something was already telling me that despite Harrison being the richest of rich boys, he wasn’t that way at all.
A suspicion that was confirmed when he took my other nipple into his mouth, glancing up at me when his hand landed on my thigh at the same time. Another moan escaped me, my hips lifting a little to chase the friction that hand promised but hadn’t delivered yet.
Harrison’s pupils dilated a little more, darkening the hazel. He slowly ran his palm along the inside of my thigh. He didn’t hesitate or tease, seemingly testing my resolve not to stop him when his fingers slid through my soaked folds, seeking my entrance.
My entire body bucked at the electricity that sparked through me at his touch. My next breath entered my body on a stunned gasp when his thumb pressed down on my clit. He hadn’t needed to look for that at all. A lazy smirk spread his lips as he watched me, lifting his head away from my breast.
“You’re so wet for me already,” he murmured, his gaze steady on mine. “Shit, Aura. I can’t wait to get inside you.”
I stared back at him, blinking hard even as I panted, my hips rolling a little of their own accord. “People actually say stuff like that?”
“Like what?” His brow furrowed, one of his fingers sliding into me even as he held my gaze, his thumb starting to draw maddening circles around my clit. “The truth? Because that’s all I’m doing. Telling the truth.”
His thumb swiped right across my clit and I moaned, my thoughts temporarily scattered to all four corners of the globe as shudders of pleasure shot through me. “Yeah, I guess I’m not used to people telling me that kind of truth.”
My words came out slowly, not as a coherent sentence, but more of a breathy, broken mess that was trying to convey a sentiment. A low chuckle rumbled through the air before I felt his lips grazing across my skin again, the mattress dipping some more as he moved down with his knees between my own.
“I don’t know who you’ve been with, and I don’t want to know, but you’re going to have to get used to hearing the truth from me.”
A groan of protest slid out of me when his hand disappeared, but then he buried his head between my legs, spreading them wide with his shoulders, and glanced up at me again. “I can’t wait to taste you, either.”
With no further ado, he licked a line through my folds and sucked my clit into his mouth, his fingers reappearing at my entrance.
He pushed one in hard and fast, his tongue circling my clit and his free hand anchoring me to the bed by my hips when it felt like I might start levitating spontaneously.
It was all too much, how easy it was to be with him like this, the dirty words, the sea of sensation, and the way it was like he read my mind about what I needed. I ground against his face, my hands flying into his hair and holding on tight as he licked and sucked me into a frenzy.
Embarrassingly fast, an orgasm sent heat exploding from my core to my extremities, my entire being swept away by seemingly endless bliss.
Harrison didn’t stop until I was completely spent, and when he crawled back up the length of my body in the aftermath, I felt his cock heavy against my thigh again, feeling almost painfully hard, but he didn’t rush to stick it inside me.
He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, uncaring that I could taste myself on his mouth, those dark, hazel eyes waiting for me to focus on him before he spoke. “You’re okay, right?”
“More than okay,” I whispered breathlessly. “You?”
He let out a strangled laugh. “I’ve never been better.”
“Have you got a condom?”
He frowned at me, a definite hint of amusement breaking through the insane amount of lust in his eyes. “Of course, I’ve got a condom. What do you take me for, an unprepared frat boy?”
I shrugged, feeling playful as my brain returned to my body and the relaxed afterglow of a spectacular orgasm took hold. “I just didn’t know if you were planning on getting lucky.”
His lips came down for a bruising, devastating kiss that made my insides clench all over again. “A guy can hope, but it’s in my wallet, which is in my pants, which are on the floor.”
“Better get it, then.” I propped myself up on my elbows as he smirked and rolled off me. “And move slowly. I’d like to get a good look at what I’m working with.”
Another throaty chuckle came out of him, but he obliged, his long limbs moving with slow, deliberate purpose as he climbed off the bed.
I watched him closely, drinking in the way his muscles tensed and released with every movement, but once he had the condom in hand and turned back around, my jaw slackened.
I couldn’t help it. I’d known that boundless confidence had to come from somewhere, but clearly, it wasn’t his bank account or his family name like I previously would have guessed. For a guy with such a massive… trust fund, I’d have thought he would have to be lacking in some way.
He wasn’t.
Harrison’s lips curved into something between a smug grin and a satisfied smirk when he caught me staring. Then my jaw outright dropped when he wrapped his fist around himself and stroked, gaze locked on mine.
Once. Twice. His hand moved slowly, but with intent. Then he stopped and tore open the condom, rolling it on with deft precision before he climbed onto the bed with that same grin on his face.
“Why do you look so scandalized all of a sudden?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. “Never seen a dick before?”
“Not having that done to it.”
He laughed, but the sound wasn’t condescending. It was warm and comfortable as he settled between my legs. “We’re getting married. You’re going to have to get used to that, too.”
I felt his broad tip nudge at my entrance and spread my legs wider. Sliding my arms around his neck, I hooked my ankles behind his hips. “I have no problem with that.”
Honestly, the sight had ignited a fire within me that the sharp thrust of his hips only fueled.
My body rose up to meet his, our mouths clashing together again as he worked his way inside me.
So full that I could barely breathe and still sensitive from before, pleasure zapped through me immediately, intensified by every slow withdrawal and every hard thrust back in.
I felt his muscles roll and tense above me, swallowed by the consuming presence of Harrison Westwood all around. Inside me. On top of me. The expensive, masculine scent of him in my nostrils and the slick, hot feel of his skin against my own.
The next thing I knew, I was going off like a firework, screaming his name as I surrendered entirely to tidal wave of pleasure that swept me under.
Vaguely aware of him grinding out my name as his rhythm faltered and he slammed into me one last time, I was ready to drift off to sleep almost immediately after.
Harrison kissed me again, then helped me get cleaned up after getting rid of the condom. All without another word being spoken between us, he pressed a tender kiss to my temples when he climbed back into bed, gathering me in his arms and holding me close as I finally fell asleep.