37. So Harry
THIRTY-SEVEN
So Harry
Lillian
“T his is stupid,” I said nervously into the phone.
“Girl, it is not stupid,” Sherise replied.
I was sitting cross-legged in the middle of my bed, and Harry had texted ten minutes ago saying he’d be home in ten minutes.
The time was nigh for me to abort, if I was going to abort.
Oh Lord.
I totally wanted to abort.
“I think he’s the kind of guy who likes control,” I told Sherise.
“I think he’s the kind of guy who would lasso the moon if you decided you wanted it on a lead, so you need to be very clear to communicate what you want,” Sherise told me, her words making my blood sing and making me forget (for a few seconds) I was in the throes of a panic attack.
It didn’t take long for me to remember my panic attack.
“He’s got a thing about being very clear he’s not taking advantage of me.”
“I love that,” Sherise returned. “Though, I doubt he’ll mind you take advantage of him.”
I was going to say something, but the dogs, who were keeping me company lazing around on the floor by the bed, all shot to their feet, and Smokey let out a low woof.
“Lill?” Harry called, and the dogs raced out of the room.
As for me, my heart started racing for two reasons.
First, it was too late to turn back now.
Second, that was the first time he called me Lill. I loved it when he shortened my name to Lilly, but now I was wondering if I didn’t love Lill more.
“He’s home,” I whispered to Sherise.
“Bye,” Sherise said, then immediately hung up.
God!
“Lilly?” Harry called again, but from closer.
I twisted to put my phone on the nightstand.
I’d just twisted back when I saw Harry, still as a statue, standing in the door, his eyes glued to me.
Dang, he was handsome in his uniform.
“Uh…hey,” I greeted.
For a second, he remained frozen.
Then, right in the door, he bent and pulled off his boots and socks.
He took a step in unbuttoning his cuffs.
Another step, he unbuttoned his shirt at the collar, put his hands behind his neck and pulled it off, badge and pens in the chest pocket and all.
One more step, he was beside the bed and off went his T-shirt.
Instantly, I became sopping wet (full disclosure, that started happening the second I saw him in the doorway).
Now it was me who was frozen with Handsome Harry Moran standing shirtless in my bedroom, his magnificent chest on display.
We stared at each other (okay, we did that after I made the superhuman effort to tear my eyes off his chest).
Then he lunged.
His long, heavy, hard body covered mine, and he kissed me.
I knew immediately this was different.
This wasn’t hunger. This wasn’t carnal.
This was voracious. It was unbridled.
His kiss was consuming. There wasn’t room to think. Only to feel.
And damn, was I feeling things.
So many things .
Including his hands moving up my sides, his callouses catching on the chiffon and lace of my nightie, something so masculine, so Harry, just that made me quiver.
He suddenly gripped it, broke the kiss, and my arms were up, my hair was flying, as he pulled it off and tossed it aside.
He didn’t even look at my body. He came in for another kiss, and I hadn’t found myself in the seconds our lips weren’t fused, but I lost myself in his kiss again anyway.
His mouth moved from mine, down my neck, my chest, his hand curled around my breast, his lips closed over my nipple, and he drew so deeply, my pussy clenched, my back arched, and I whimpered.
He sucked and he sucked, and he sucked harder as I moaned, gliding my fingers in his hair, eventually losing control as the sensations he was causing overwhelmed me, and I fisted it in my fingers.
He moved to the other breast and did the same, his thumb dragging roughly across the nipple he left behind, doing this over and over again.
Oh my God, I was going to come with just this.
On that thought, Harry returned his attention to my mouth, and he was kissing me dizzy again, but his hand was tracking with intent over my ribs, the swell of my belly, and he didn’t mess around. No teasing, he dug right into the waistband of my panties, over the triangle of hair, and his fingers slid through my drenched folds.
Sensation rocketing through me, I mewed, but Harry growled at encountering what he was doing to me, and his weight left me.
I made a noise of protest that was cut short as, with no ado whatsoever (delicious!), Harry dragged my cute panties down my legs and threw them off the bed.
And then I watched in stupefied, turned-on fascination as his upper body undulated in a downward motion at the same time he grabbed the backs of my thighs.
He ended up on his stomach on the bed, my thighs thrown over his shoulders, I got a single second of the ridiculously sexy vision of his thick dark hair between my legs, then his mouth was on me.
I dug my heels in his back, my head in the pillows as Harry went at me with his mouth.
And that was the only way to describe it.
He went at me .
Good Lord.
He really knew how to do this.
“Harry,” I panted, squirming and arching and rubbing against him.
It was going to happen, I was going to come, and it was going to be insane .
Harry stopped eating me.
No!
My head shot up.
“Honey,” I whimpered.
“Shh,” he soothed, now even sexier, looking up my body at me, the brown in his eyes liquid chocolate. He was using one finger to circle my clit in a maddening way that was both sweet and hot, but not hot enough.
“I—”
He dipped in again and fed.
Yes .
It didn’t take long before he took me there again.
And right before I slid over the edge, he stopped, moved up and kissed my mound.
And again, my head shot up.
“Baby,” I begged.
He grinned.
Oh my God!
I was going to kill him.
I was about to tell him that when he went down on me again.
Oh yes, this was good. So good. Soooooooo sooooo good.
He stopped again.
“Harry!” I snapped.
But this time, he left the bed, and I knew by the look on his face playtime was over for Harry (and I already knew it was way over for me).
I knew it more when he undid his uniform trousers and pulled them down with his boxer briefs.
And I got a full view of the entirety of what made Handsome Harry Moran, Handsome Harry Moran .
His cock wasn’t too long, it wasn’t too thick.
It was just right .
And those thighs?
I shivered.
He stepped free of his trousers and hesitated.
I didn’t understand why, then I did.
Knowing his history, I’d planned for this, thinking with the way he wanted to take care of me (no matter what scrumptiousness happened on my kitchen table the day before), he might not have planned, so he might not be prepared.
I reached under the pillow, pulled the line of condoms out, sat up and gave it to him.
“Christ, baby,” he said, his voice deep, guttural, so much so, it was like an exquisite touch.
I didn’t have to encourage him to get a move on. He tore one of the condoms off the strip, and like he’d done it just yesterday, the day before, and every day of his life, he ripped it open and slid it on.
Seriously, how could I almost orgasm watching a man roll on a condom?
I didn’t know, I just knew I almost did watching Harry handle his cock.
Then I wasn’t thinking about that, or anything, because Harry was joining me in bed, parting my legs, lifting them high, settling between them on top of me.
He kissed me, light and sweet, before he raised his head.
I could feel him hard between my legs, and I was wondering why he didn’t get on with it like I very much needed him to, when he whispered, “Ready?”
I looked at him, and it was only then I could feel him straining to stay in control.
He was ready, more than ready, but he was holding to be sure I was.
And I knew then what I’d pretty much known since he held my hair back while I threw up and then sat with me in my little bathroom.
I would love this man until my dying breath.
“Ready,” I whispered back.
He put his hand between us, took hold of himself, and I felt the head of his cock glide through my wet. He caught, and his eyes holding mine, slowly, so impeccably slowly, he slid in, and in, until he was seated fully, filling me.
And there was all the proof I needed.
Harry was right, I knew it already, and we weren’t even finished.
Sex became beautifully, unbearably, magnificently meaningful when you did it with the person you loved.
It was so gorgeous. So perfect. So everything, I caught his head in both hands and stared into his eyes before I pulled him down and kissed him.
He kissed me back and moved inside me.
At first it was controlled, each thrust designed for optimal buildup of pleasure, an adjustment of the hips, and he’d give me something new, another one, and he’d hit deeper.
I loved it. It was awesome.
But I needed more.
I wrapped a calf around his thigh, pulled the other leg back further, and he slid in deeper.
He grunted.
I ran my nails up his spine.
Harry growled, a noise so primal, so predatory, everything I had clenched around him.
And that was when he unleashed .
Ah yes.
There it was.
We kissed. We touched. We scraped. We scratched. We bit. We clutched. We licked.
And Harry fucked me.
Hard .
It had been building since I saw him standing at the door, but when it finally hit me, my climax came as a surprise. Maybe because it was an explosion so intense, I saw starbursts and felt nothing but Harry’s cock pounding inside me, his mouth greedy for my moans, one hand gripping the back of my neck, the other one doing the same to my hip to hold me steady to take his increasingly powerful drives.
And my orgasm kept coming.
And coming.
And it continued to do so even as his head snapped back, his grunt shook the room, he planted himself to the root, shoved his face in my neck and his powerful body shuddered on top of me.
I was coming down, stroking him.
He was coming down, giving me all his weight.
Then he rolled, I was on top, and my face was in his throat.
My body rose and fell with his deep breaths, my pants listed over his skin, his hands smoothed over my bottom, my back.
And finally, he wrapped his arms around me, they went tight, and he was hugging me.
Harry just ate me, fucked me hard, made me come harder, and now he was hugging me.
Hugging me!
God, that was so Harry .
“Good?” he asked.
Oh so fucking good.
I lifted my head. “If you have to ask, I didn’t do it right.”
He smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat.
He was just so beautiful.
So Harry .
“You did it very right, baby,” he whispered.
I dropped my head and kissed him.
Harry returned the kiss as he rolled us to our sides.
He ended it by landing a soft peck on my nose and murmuring, “Be right back.”
I felt the warmth of those words as he got out of bed but pulled the covers out from under me, red rose petals flying then drifting, and he tugged them over me.
I got to watch via candlelight as Harry walked from the room.
His chest? Fabulous.
Thighs? Amazing.
Cock? Sheer perfection.
But his back and ass?
Lord, help me.
I curled my knees up and snuggled into the bed, taking in the light of the multitude of candles I’d lit all around the room. The scent of the petals I’d strewn. And I saw the champagne in the big bowl of ice with the two champagne glasses sitting beside it on Harry’s nightstand. I didn’t have a champagne bucket, but that bowl worked perfectly.
So okay.
The scene I’d set wasn’t original.
So maybe it was a bit goofy.
So it was also totally obvious.
It worked.
Splendidly.
I grinned.
Harry came back, and I gladly took in the show, until he lifted the covers and got in bed beside me.
He gathered me close, tangled us up, but his hands roamed, feeling an impossible mixture of still greedy, affectionate and soothing.
If he could do it, I could do it.
So I did.
“It was Sherise’s idea,” I blurted, throwing my girl right under the bus with this whole seduction scene.
His brows went up.
“Just to say, she came up with it because I was over waiting,” I pointed out the obvious.
He chuckled, and man, I loved to feel when he did that. “I didn’t miss that.”
“I sense you like control, but you know, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
“Was I complaining?” he asked.
“No,” I answered.
I didn’t think it was physically possible for him to pull me closer, but he did.
And he said quietly, “You were ready. I was ready. It happened. It was phenomenal. It’s gonna happen again, soon, and go a lot slower, and I know that’ll be phenomenal too. So it’s not all good. It’s more than good. In other words, don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”
“’Kay,” I mumbled, feeling like preening not only at his use of the word phenomenal , but also that it was going to happen again… soon .
That said.
“You hungry?” I queried.
“I honest to God couldn’t face another casserole.”
I laughed and snuggled against him. “I’ve got some finger foods planned. If you open the champagne, I’ll go get them.”
“I’ll go get them.”
Of course he’d offer.
New thermostat.
Doorbell camera.
Drawing me a bath.
So Harry.
I gave him a kiss and said softly, “There are a few finishing touches. Five minutes. Okay?”
He nodded, but he kissed me, and since it was a good one (like all of them), it lasted awhile before he let me go.
I slid out of bed, found my nightie (pink, with a stretchy lace bodice, a short scarf-hemmed, see-through skirt and matching string bikini panties—I’d bought it ages ago with the thought of using it on Stormy in a last-ditch effort to keep him, something I didn’t do, so now it was all Harry’s). I pulled it on, found the panties and slid them on too.
“The panties are moot at this juncture, baby,” Harry noted in a gruff voice from the bed.
I turned to him to see him watching me, his eyes again molten chocolate.
So…
Yeah.
My man could be naughty, what with thinking his woman would wander around the kitchen commando in a nightie with a see-through skirt.
“A girl shouldn’t be too easy,” I kidded, which of course made him burst out laughing, since obviously I was bottom-line easy, considering I essentially threw myself at him, without the throwing part, but adding rose petals.
I loved the sound of his laugh, so I was smiling as I went to the kitchen.
The dogs followed me around (I was preparing food, so they would, but I’d learned Harry’s pups liked company, if he hadn’t tired them out and they weren’t sleeping it off).
I had a plate full of strawberries, grapes, crudité, rolled cured meats, olives, cashews and almonds. I had another plate of toasted baguette slices and feta mixed with cream cheese. I nuked the spicy honey, drizzled it on the cheese, sprinkled the chopped pistachios on top, grabbed some napkins and the other plate and headed back to the bedroom.
I’d heard the cork pop while I was in the kitchen, and Harry had the champagne poured by the time I returned.
He was under the covers, but sitting up, his chest still a feast for my eyes while I put our edible feast on the bed.
I rounded it and got in beside him. Once I’d settled, he handed me my champagne.
“Should we toast?” I asked.
“What would your toast be?” he asked in return.
“Um…” I bit my lip.
His face grew wolfish, and, damn …
I didn’t know he had that kind of look in him.
But…
Nice .
“How about, to a great fuck and many more to come,” he teased.
I raised my glass, laughing. “I will totally toast to that.”
He grinned at me, we clinked, drank, and for my part, I watched closely as he reached for a feta piece, took a bite, then his eyes came to me and they warmed.
“Delicious, sweetheart, and this is perfect,” he said softly, tipping his head to the plates.
“Glad you like it,” I replied.
“I mean all of it, Lilly,” he kept at it. “All of it is absolutely perfect.”
Oh God.
My sweet Harry.
“Glad you like it,” I repeated, but this time it came out husky.
His gaze dropped to my lips.
I felt a rustling, heard a snuffling and looked to the side of the bed to see Smokey’s snout doing some doggie exploring.
“I know you love me, pooch, but I know you want prosciutto right now more than your next breath, and you can’t have any until Daddy’s done with it,” I told him as I reached out a hand to stroke his head.
“I don’t give them human food, Lilly,” Harry said gently.
I frowned at him.
He smiled at me. “I don’t want them begging.”
I made it obvious as I turned back to Smokey, before I glanced to Harry’s side of the bed where two chocolate snouts were also doing some exploring around the edge, then raised my eyes to Harry.
“A dog is gonna dog,” I stated.
Harry started laughing again, maybe not as strong as before, but I still loved it.
I sipped then grabbed my own cheese-smeared piece of bread and ate it. I’d seen the recipe on Instagram, and since it was quick and easy but looked delish, I gave it a go.
I was right. It was delish.
“Dad came by the station today,” Harry said.
“Yeah?” I asked, popping an olive in my mouth.
“He’s making reservations for Bon Amie tomorrow night. Caroline’s last night in town. You good with that?”
Because it was expensive, I’d only been to the restaurant at Bon Amie once, on a date. Though I’d gone to the burlesque show they had in the basement more than once, because it was awesome and the perfect girls’ night out.
“That’d be great.”
“They’ve invited Ronetta and George.”
“I’ll get in touch with Ronnie tomorrow and see if they’re free.”
“And Dad told me he’s selling his house in Phoenix and moving in with Caroline.”
This made me so happy for Greg and Caroline, as well as Harry, I beamed at him.
His brown eyes twinkled.
Yes, it made Harry happy.
“He’s also going to buy back the house, with Josh, and they’re going to live up here for half the year. He misses his sons, his grandkids, and apparently Caroline’s daughter takes advantage of Grandma, and she needs a break.”
That wasn’t cool of Caroline’s daughter, but I was stuck on the first part of what he said.
“He’s going to buy back the house?”
“Yeah,” Harry said, popping a grape in his mouth. After he swallowed, he went on. “With Josh. They’re going to collect toys. A boat. ATVs. Josh is going to use it as a weekend place.” With that, he bit into a roll of genoa salami.
“ Your house?” I pushed.
He focused on me.
“Don’t you kind of need your house?” I asked.
“I do. And then, eventually, I won’t,” he stated.
My pulse picked up.
We stared at each other.
But really, nothing needed to be said.
Honestly, if he was a terrible lover, I’d see if we could work on that, and I’d put in as much effort as was needed.
But he wasn’t.
He was as great in bed as he was everywhere else.
So, yeah.
Nothing needed to be said.
“I love that for you,” I told him.
I watched the tension leave his shoulders, and he grabbed another piece of shmeared toasted baguette.
“Dad as well as Josh being around more often, I love it too.”
“So, a good day,” I noted, though it was a question.
“Sean found some evidence that’s leading us further down the path of finding some answers on the Ballard case. I’m not surprised at the answer we’re getting, even if it sucks. So yeah, a good day.”
I knew he couldn’t tell me why it sucked, but I loved he could talk to me in the way he could about his work, and he did.
And I really loved both of us having a good day.
Just to say, I loved practically everything, if it had to do with Harry.
I told him about my day. “I had an author reach out to me. I’m a fan of hers. She wants me to proof for her. She publishes four books a year. I have the time, and it’ll be a nice bump in income.”
“Awesome, honey,” he said through a small smile.
“Totally,” I agreed.
We lapsed into chatting about our days, about Harry’s father’s and brother’s plans to update and redecorate the house. I nearly accosted him when I caught the warmth in his eyes after I told him I spent half an hour with the dogs throwing tennis balls in the backyard. And I almost did it again when I asked him if he’d help me decorate for Halloween that weekend (no surprise, he said yes).
Harry made me remain in bed when he took the plates back to the kitchen. I refilled the glasses while he was gone (and yes, my drapes and blinds were open at the front, so Harry put on his trousers, though he did it commando… yum ).
But we didn’t drink the recharged champagne (at first), because Harry had other things on his mind when he returned.
Or one thing. Singular.
Me.
He did as he said he would, and our second time was slower. I got to get him in my mouth. He went down on me again. He took his time taking me there, and naturally, for me to take him to the same place.
But once we got there, it was no less spectacular.
We finished the night sipping champagne and whispering to each other.
I didn’t like waste, but we didn’t finish the bottle, because good nibbles, champagne, two orgasms, and all that was Harry, I got drowsy.
Harry blew out the candles, cuddled me close, and within minutes, I was dead asleep.
And all night long, in Harry’s arms, I slept like a baby.