Chapter 43
FORTY-THREE
HARLEY
Electric.
That’s the only way I can describe the way it feels for my lips to touch hers.
It feels like coming home.
It feels like regret, because I should have been doing this all along.
It feels right.
Savannah tenses above me, and I freeze, waiting for her to jump away from me, but she stays completely still, her eyes fluttering open before she tilts her head the tiniest bit.
“What are we doing?” she whispers, her breath fanning across my cheek, and I have to force myself to lie there, unmoving, even though my dick is so hard it hurts. All I want to do is roll us over and pin her beneath me.
“Do you not want to?” I blurt, shame filling me that, once again, I’ve taken her choice away.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I keep doing this, when I know it’s not what she wants? Of course, she doesn’t fucking want this. Why would she when—
Her lips crash against mine, and I groan. Fuck, she feels good against me. Why the hell did I stay away from her for so long again? Why the fuck did I ever think this isn’t exactly what I’ve been needing all these years?
Doubt hits me once again, and I rip my mouth from hers, panting. “Are you sure this is what you—”
“Stop thinking, Harley,” she says, and I watch, fascinated as her hands reach for the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head. Her bra is next, leaving her completely bare from the waist up, and I nearly swallow my fucking tongue at the sight.
The bruises have nearly completely faded, and the cuts have almost healed. Even with those, she’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
One of my hands releases her hip, and I reach up, lightly trailing my finger over her nipple before my eyes catch on something.
To the side of her breast, she has a small tattoo—a butterfly.
I brush my fingers over it and then spot another, in the same space but on the other side of her body, this one a Ferris wheel.
I inhale sharply, and my gaze meets hers.
She bites down on her bottom lip, worrying it with her teeth.
Her eyes dart to the side, and I realize she’s uncomfortable with me seeing them.
I want to ask questions. I want to ask if they mean what I think they do, but it’s clear she doesn’t want to talk about them, so I decide to table the topic for later and focus on us.
I surge forward, sitting up, and the motion makes her slide against me.
The feeling of her grinding against my dick makes me swallow a moan, and I wrap her hair around my fist, slamming my lips to hers once more.
Biting down on her bottom lip, she whimpers into my mouth.
I glide my tongue against hers and deepen the kiss even further, reveling in the feeling of her surrounding me, but I need more.
Fuck, do I need more.
I use the hand still holding her hip to rock her against me, loving the little moans and whimpers she lets out, and as soon as she cries out, coming from just sliding against me, I fucking lose it.
All doubts leave my mind as I flip us over and settle myself on top of her.
“So fucking good for me, coming like that,” I murmur and take her lips again, but she pulls away and shakes her head.
“No teasing, just fuck me. I need you inside me, Harley. Please,” she whines, and I can’t deny her a fucking thing.
I sit back on my haunches and pull down her shorts, not bothering to take my time. I can’t be slow with her. Not when I feel like I could die if I don’t get inside of her in the next minute.
Once her shorts and panties are gone, I stop and stare at the beauty in front of me. She’s laid out, waiting for me, completely naked with her hair in disarray, her lips swollen and red, and her eyes half lidded with desire.
I’ve never wanted her more.
I free my cock from my shorts, not bothering with taking them off completely, and I give myself a couple of strokes as I stare down at her in awe, and it’s only then that I realize one big, glaring issue.
“Fuck,” I curse. “We don’t have a condom.”
She snorts. “It’s never stopped you before.”
I wince. Yeah, that wasn’t something I’m proud of, and that was also a long time ago. This time, though… this time feels different.
“I… uhm, I’m clean. But if you don’t want—”
“Harley, I swear if you don’t fu—”
I cut her off by positioning my cock at her entrance and slamming inside of her. She cries out at the same time I let out a long groan.
Jesus, I forgot how fucking good it felt to be inside her. I forgot just how tight she is, how perfect she feels around me. And this time, it’s even better, because this time I get to do it facing her. I get to kiss her, and I get to enjoy it without a part of me hating myself.
“Fuck, baby,” I pant, “how do you always feel so good? Even better than I remembered. Jesus, your pussy is addictive.”
I slide out gradually before slowly easing my way back in, the heat of her surrounding me and the feel of her arousal making me so goddamn close to the edge already.
“Harley,” she whines, wrapping her legs around me to pull me closer. “I need you, Harley. Please.”
She needs me.
And I need her more than I need air.
I fuck into her harder, faster, bending down to mold my lips to hers. I’m unrelenting, completely unhinged and undone as I thrust in and out of her. The sounds of our skin slapping together, along with our grunts and groans, fill the room.
“H-Harley,” she stutters, her voice cracking.
Fuck, my name has never sounded so good.
“Yeah? You gonna come for me, baby?” I grunt. “Let me feel it, little devil. Come for me, then I’ll fill you up. Come on, baby, let me feel that tight as fuck pussy squeezing around me.”
As though my words set off a chain reaction in her, she does exactly that. Her back bows up off the floor, and a hoarse cry escapes her lips as her walls tighten, suffocating my cock.
I bury my head in her neck as a heat gathers in my gut. I keep thrusting, my movements becoming erratic and uncoordinated, and then it rips through me, the sensations making my vision go white. I cry out, my hips stuttering as my orgasm crashes through me.
It feels like it goes on forever, and then I’m breathless, my body covering hers as we both come down from the high. It feels right, lying with her like this and just being. What we have right now is what she should have had all along, and that’s when the realization comes to me.
I need this again.
I need this, and so much more.
Fuck, I just need her, in whatever way she’ll let me have her.
Forever.
It doesn’t matter what’s happened in the past or what we have to face in the future, as long as I have her—as long as we have each other—we can get through it all.