Chapter 12
STONE
There is definitely a glint of excitement in Harlow’s eye as we walk along Main Street, which means that she was completely serious about what she requested back at the Dizzy Duck Inn.
Thank the fucking heavens.
Does that make me an ass? Should I be questioning this more? Pressuring her is the last thing I want to do. But now she has thrown in a yellow card and flipped the pace on me; damn, maybe that puts the weight on me.
She flashes me a closed-mouth smile before she turns her head to observe the store fronts decorated for the holidays.
I just admire her because I’ve seen Main Street a thousand times.
“I’m sure if Santa were real that he would be very proud of the Lake Spark citizens for their efforts to turn this place into an overdone North Pole,” she jokes.
I snort a laugh. “I’m kind of scared for Easter, but I heard they go crazy for St. Patrick’s Day. It must be weird for you in Florida to see holiday decorations amongst palm trees.”
Harlow shrugs. “It’s all I’ve known.” She leans in to whisper, “Shh, don’t tell my family, but it looks a thousand times better with snow, except I’m not sure I can feel my toes.”
I instantly wrap my arm around her shoulders as we walk together. “I can probably fix that.”
“I’m sure.”
Her eyes squint. “Oh, I think I noticed last time I was here, but it’s a bit more confronting when I see blue and silver lace.” She tips her head in the direction of the lingerie boutique in town.
“By all means, explore.” No, she really should explore.
Harlow nudges my arm, and alas, we move on.
My phone goes off, and I quickly pull it up to see a message from my brother.
“What’s giving you a bright smile?” Harlow wonders.
“My brother wants to up the betting pool for Christmas. We always watch football the next day, a sort of tradition. Mostly college ball,” I explain.
“Your face really does change when you talk about him. The bond must be nice between you two.”
What the hell? Why did it just flicker in my brain that I should introduce her to the family?
I breathe out a long gust. “Did you ever wish you had a sibling?”
“Nah, I don’t know what I’m missing. It’s my friends and routine as the reason I’ve stayed in Florida. Anyhow, aren’t I supposed to be writing while I’m here? I haven’t gotten a single word in, you devil you,” Harlow chides.
I look behind her and scan her ass, which she notices. “It’s fine, you’ve been researching.”
We both stop in our tracks. “I meant what I said. I’m not fragile.”
My lips purse out. “In hockey, we speed ahead, and sometimes we look back after and realize it was the wrong play.”
It takes her aback. “Ah, you think I will think I’m fine, only to freak out?”
I say nothing.
“I’m in control of my desire, don’t you think?”
I need to lighten the moment. “Desire now? Hmm, I thought it was fulfilling that fantasy of sleeping with a hockey player.” Harlow shakes her head. “You have to promise that you will give me an indication if something doesn’t feel…”
“We’re making promises now?” she teases back, but then after a moment, her face turns serious. “Just don’t do anything that makes me feel like I can’t breathe, well, except the orgasm part, but I think you know what I mean.”
I nod that I do.
“So…” She swirls her foot on the ground, waiting for me to take the lead.
“Come on, Harlow. We should probably warm you up. Your poor body isn’t used to real winter. Lucky for you, body heat is a perfect way to solve that.”
Harlow makes me nervous. Not because of the dynamic of her life but more so because she feels different. How many times can a guy say different? It’s more she’s the flick of a switch inside of me that maybe I was waiting for in life.
But I always deliver, and I refuse to give her anything less.
The moment we both manage to get our coats off, I twirl her body and push her against the back of the door, feeling that primal need take over. Her breath hitches from surprise, but a satisfied look begins to form.
Our eyes lock, and I’m quick to pin her wrists against the door.
“I promise I have a plan to devour you.” My voice boils, because any thought except how to rip her clothes evaporates from my mind.
Her hips jut out and then press harder against my body; she’s all in.
“Wrap those legs of yours around my waist,” I demand right before I crash my lips onto hers, ensuring it isn’t light, instead sending a message that I might be a little rough, and I have every intention to do as I please.
The keening noise from the back of her throat is an indication that she doesn’t mind in the slightest.
I feel her one leg slide up the back of my thigh before she repeats the same move with her other one until she’s wrapped tightly around my waist. I instantly walk us toward my bedroom upstairs, confident that the stairs are no obstacle.
Instead, when we reach the stairs, I feel her nails dig into my shoulder blades as we continue to kiss fast and urgent, my lips skimming down to tease her neck when her head falls back.
Harlow’s hair is perfect down; I’ll be able to wrap it around my hand even better. My door is slightly ajar, and I kick it with my foot, not even hearing the noise because our kisses and murmurs are the champions of the room’s soundtrack.
Heading straight to the mirror, I set her down and swirl her until we’re both staring into the glass, with my fingertips on her hips.
“Too many clothes, Harlow,” I seethe a whisper near her ear, and I feel her shudder instantly, and it makes my cock twitch, desperate to get rid of my jeans, but I need to wait because I have plans.
I slide my hands to grab the hem of her sweater and the shirt underneath to yank up in a swift move with absolutely no grace.
Her eyes glow with anticipation, and the sweater quickly drops to the floor, and our eyes lock in the mirror.
Damn it, another wild card. She teased me about silver lace earlier, and my mind imagined it, but now I’m living the dream as I stare at her in the mirror.
The cups of her bra perfectly lift her cleavage, and the panties leave little to the imagination, a detailed piece of fabric, but it will be easy to move aside.
Everything about her in the moment is a vision of perfection.
She’ll never be allowed to change in the bathroom in the morning ever again if I’m around.
I tsk a sound both in approval and letting her know that her game is a bit naughty.
“Hmm, I thought I would throw it on,” she hums in accomplishment.
My fingers quickly move up to grab her jaw and squeeze in a way that isn’t too comfortable, nor too coarse. “Harlow, I much prefer when you’re the good girl.”
She breathes heavily, and I drop my hand until the back of my fingers drag down the side of her body, careful to trace the band of her pants before gliding back up to swirl the cups of her bra. Feeling her tremble only makes me harder.
I bring my mouth near her, with the heat of her body making me dizzy. I nuzzle my nose against the skin of her cheek. “See how fucking perfect you look.” Our sight hasn’t left the mirror. “Tell me that you’re eager, Harlow.”
Harlow’s jaw slides side to side softly. “I’m eager,” she repeats.
“Take off your leggings. You’re still too covered.”
She fumbles around her waistband but manages to pull them down, with her ass bumping into the hard bulge of my cock. Does she know she’s driving me equally crazy? I believe she does.
Heading straight between her legs, I feel her hot and damp through the lace. Swirling my finger, we both seem to whimper together.
“Someone wants me,” I mumble into her hair as I splay one palm down on her belly and my other hand explores her pussy, ensuring I never sneak under the lace. She’s so fucking wet that the lace feels as though it evaporated into her flesh.
“I can’t wait to taste that. Only after you get on your knees for me.”
Harlow lets out an uneven breath. “Is that what you want?” She glances over her shoulder. “Me on my knees?”
“Absolutely.” I pull her panties to the side to give her pussy one stroke and swirl around her clit before bringing my fingers to her mouth that willingly opens.
“Suck, Harlow.” The tightness of the pressure against my digits only encourages me to move this all along faster.
“Good girl, your mouth is going to feel good around my cock.” I pull away from her mouth to stick my fingers in my mouth to suck the cocktail of her juices mixed with the taste of her tongue.
I’m taking her up a rollercoaster, with full intention to ensure the drop will be mind-blowing.
Unhooking the clasp of her bra, I kiss the curve of her shoulder, her skin soft as silk, sliding the straps down until the bra lands on the floor.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror, Harlow.” My voice now has a bit more edge as I recognize that my carnal need for this woman only rises with every second and with an overpowering need to control her until we both get our release.
Cupping her breasts, a murmur leaves her mouth, and she continues to watch in the mirror.
Her body curves slightly into me as I press my thumb and index finger around her nipples to squeeze and twist, her moan only adding to the heightened sexual tension in the air.
“I want to drag my lips around these, swirl my tongue until I suck them, and I want to come on them.” That earns me her bottom lip getting chewed on by her teeth.
“Then do it,” she rasps.
Releasing her tits, I quickly wrap my hand into her hair gently, pulling her head back slightly.
“I decide what we’re doing, Harlow,” I remind her against the skin of her neck, and a flame fills her eyes, and she releases a sound of agreement.
Letting go of her hair, I step us backward to the bed where I turn her and urge her to sit on the edge of the bed. “Unzip me.”