Chapter 15
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
OLIVE
My cheeks flush at his response to my text.
I’m getting in deep with Harrison. It’s only been a few days; even I can admit things are moving at lightspeed.
He says and does all the right things, but there’s still a little voice in my mind reminding me that he’s not the forever type. Or at least, he doesn’t think so.
And here I am, getting attached. It’s not even the sex—though that was phenomenal. Better than I ever could have dreamed.
Busy?
The three little dots instantly start bouncing, and butterflies take off in my stomach.
Swamped but taking a break. Rita came by.
How’s she doing?
Again, his response is instant. I can imagine him sitting at his desk, the king of his world, yet taking the time to text with me.
Good. Nosy as always.
I laugh out loud at that.
She’s definitely a force of nature.
Knowing that Rita was at the office, I can’t help but wonder what they talked about.
Did Harrison tell her we are seeing each other?
What if she told him that I’m still writing letters to the man she matched me with?
A pit opens up in my stomach at the thought.
Why am I even writing those damn letters?
Even if this thing with Harrison explodes in a fiery inferno, having the time with him has to be worth it…
Right?
It’s an easier decision than I thought to decide not to write my match any more letters.
Not as long as I’m with Harrison in any capacity.
I was a fool for writing the last letter.
I shouldn’t have done it. In fact, I’m going to write another letter…
I’m going to do the right thing and tell him that I’ve met someone else.
Rita definitely has a way about her.
I can imagine his deep chuckle as he talks about his aunt and the loving look he gets in his eyes. She may push his buttons, but he adores her too.
What are you doing after work?
His response is instant and has me blushing ten shades of red.
You.
My response is just as fast.
Yes, please.
Be ready at seven. We’ll eat dinner then go to mine.
I smile at the fact that he’s interested in taking me out before bringing me home. It’s got to mean this is more than just sex to him. That I’m more than just a conquest.
I’ll be ready…
Harrison takes me to a fantastic little Italian restaurant before we head to his place.
He walks me to the car with one hand on my lower back like always, making me swoon a little.
Once in the car, he laces his fingers with mine.
My heart does a little somersault at the act.
Not something I ever thought a man like Harrison would do, especially not of his own accord.
When we get to his place, he presses a kiss to the back of my hand before releasing me to get out.
Before I know it, we are in his elevator, and the sexual tension has gone from a quiet buzz to an overwhelming hum.
The way he’s looking at me tells me he feels the same pull that I do.
Somehow, we make it to his penthouse before we crash into each other.
Lips and tongues duel for control as our hands make quick work of stripping each other out of our clothes. The passion between us is too much to deny, and I wouldn’t want to if I could.
“Fuck, I’ve been hard for you all day,” Harrison growls into my neck as he kisses and nips my sensitive skin.
“I’ve been wet… so wet. I want you, Harrison. Fuck me.”
He lets out a feral noise unlike anything I’ve heard before and lifts me up, pinning me to the wall. Memories of that first elevator ride fill my mind. Only this time, we are naked, and he’s about to bury his cock inside me instead of rubbing me off through my clothes.
Reality is so much better than imagination.
Harrison pauses for just a second to roll the condom from his wallet on, and then he’s buried to the hilt inside my needy pussy. My head hits the wall behind me as I cry out. He doesn’t take his time. There’s no finesse to it. This is a raw, hard fucking that is exactly what we both need.
It’s this moment that I realize what I’ve been missing in my life—Harrison. Now I just need to tread the line between falling for him and enjoying the time we have.
“So damn tight, baby. Fuck. That’s it, milk my cock,” he growls.
My nails dig into his shoulders as he crashes his lips to mine, kissing me with just as much fierceness as he’s fucking me with his thick cock.
With a firm grip on my ass with one hand, the other moves up to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back and causing me to arch against the wall.
I let out a low groan when his lips find my neck.
He sucks and nips at the sensitive skin.
A line of pleasure runs from my neck to my nipples, causing them to harden in my bra.
Harrison’s cock shuttles in and out, stroking all the right places. I can’t hold back the sounds that are falling from my lips. He steals another kiss from me, my mouth is hungry on mine, and I’m just as starved for his kisses.
My pussy clenches around him, pleasure rippling through my body. I’m dancing on the edge of release. Each thrust of his thick cock pushes me that much closer to heaven.
“Harrison!” I rip my lips from his to cry out his name, unable to tamp down my pleasure.
His fingers bite into my ass as he cants my hips.
Stars flash in my vision as his cock rubs directly over my G-spot.
Over and over, he strokes that magical bundle of nerves.
Then he slips a hand between our bodies and rubs my clit with his thumb.
Those stars turn into a supernova as my orgasm blows through me.
“That’s it, come on my cock,” he growls, sounding more like a feral animal than man.
“Yes!” I scream, clawing at his shoulders to try and hold myself in my body. The orgasm shakes me apart.
Harrison groans into my neck, and I feel his cock jerk inside me as his own release takes control.
His hand slaps down on the wall beside my head, and I get the feeling that it’s the only thing holding us up.
I know if it weren’t for his other hand on my ass and me being pinned to the wall, I’d be a puddle on the floor.
Endless seconds pass until Harrison straightens and carries me to his bedroom.
He lays me on the bed while he disposes of the condom.
I luxuriate in the amazingly soft bed that smells of Harrison.
It’s the best way to come down from the best orgasm of my life.
Now, if only Harrison was in bed with me.
I think about the last two days and blush. I don’t think virgins are supposed to have sex like this. Everything feels so natural with Harrison though. It’s like I instinctually know what he’s going to do next and how to move with him—like we are meant to be. That’s a dangerous thought.
He comes back from the bathroom with a cloth and cleans me between my legs.
I’m both embarrassed and turned on by his care.
He tosses the towel away and crawls into the bed beside me.
My heart speeds up, pounding in my chest, as he pulls me into his arms. I do my best to calm my overactive emotions and relax into him.
Butterflies take flight in my stomach. This is more than just casual sex.
It’s got to be… at least it is for me. I could kick myself for letting emotions get involved so quickly.
Some small part of me knew that would happen and it would end up that way.
I just hoped it wouldn’t happen so soon… that we would have more time.
I’m in trouble.
I push away those thoughts, trying to live in the moment. Enjoy what I have while I have it.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Harrison asks, his hand running up and down my spine, relaxing me—calming my racing thoughts.
“It’s nothing…”
“It’s got to be something. You can tell me.”
Can I though? Harrison isn’t a man who does clingy virgins, and here I am being precisely that. Or maybe I’m different for him? Then there is the whole match thing. Thomas deserves better, and so does Harrison.
Deciding that problem is the lesser of two evils, I decide to confess my guilt over writing letters to another man.
“I have to confess something…”
Harrison’s hand stills on my back, and he stiffens against me. “What do you need to confess?”
“I wrote another letter to the man Rita matched me with… I know I shouldn’t have. Not while we are… whatever we are.”
He lets out a breath and relaxes again. “Is that all?”
“Well, isn’t that enough?”
His rich laugh fills the room. “It’s okay, angel. I know you went to Rita to be matched up with someone.”
My brow furrows, and confusion flows through my body like a bitterly cold wind. “So, you don’t care?”
He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up until I’m straddling his hips. He cups my face and brings my lips down to his. “I do care. More than I should,” he says—his words sounding like a confession.
I give him a questioning look. Instead of words, he pulls me down and kisses me sweetly.
His lips saying without words more than he could express with them.
I kiss him back, giving him all the emotion that I refuse to confess.
When the kiss is over, he tugs me against his chest and holds me close.
I sink into him, loving the warmth of him and feeling close to another person.
It’s magic.
“I’m going to stop writing to him…”
Harrison doesn’t respond just makes a humming noise in his throat that I take as assent.
I have no idea what it means for us, but I feel better with the decision made.
For better or worse… In for a penny in for a pound…
all those lovely turns of phrase that means I’m diving into the deep end. Here’s hoping I don’t sink like a rock.