Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Besides, it’s not his home decor I’m here for, anyway. Harvey locks the door behind us then comes to take my coat, his hands skimming down my arms as he slides it off my shoulders, leaving goosebumps in his wake. I kick off my heels and place them by the door, getting butterflies over the way our things look side by side, imagining a future where my heels and his work boots sit next to each other every day.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Harvey murmurs as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me to him. My hands go to his chest on instinct, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath my fingers. “The whole time we were eating dinner, all I could think about was how much better you’d taste.”
“I couldn’t stop imagining how you’d feel inside me,” I whisper. I’ve never dirty-talked before, but something about Harvey makes it impossible for me to keep my thoughts to myself. From the way he growls and tightens his hold on me, my words hit their mark.
Neither of us can wait a second longer. I don’t know who moves first or if we move at the same time, but we crash together with all the pent-up tension of the evening and the last day between us.
The kiss consumes me, scrambling my brain and lighting every nerve ending of my body on fire. I feel my panties dampen and need coils low in my stomach, my body begging for more. I whimper against Harvey’s lips as he lifts me, walking us through his apartment. I’m too caught up in kissing him to pay attention to where we’re going until my stomach swoops as he lays me down. I bounce a little on the mattress, squealing with disorientation and then laughter, realizing he’s obviously taken us into the bedroom.
I get a brief look before I get distracted again, pleasantly surprised by the softness of the blue sheets beneath me and the variety of books and small collection of trinkets on the shelves in the corner. Any other time, I’d take the chance to be nosy and snoop a little, but then Harvey unbuttons his shirt, and I lose the ability to focus on literally anything else but his abs.
I knew Harvey was ripped from what I’ve seen and felt beneath his clothes, but the low light in here casts shadows over every ridge of his stomach and chest, making my mouth water with desire. My gaze trails lower to the sizable bulge pushing at his suit trousers, and my thighs squeeze together in anticipation.
I expect Harvey to lean over and kiss me again, but instead, he kneels down and trails his hands up my thighs, gathering the silky material of my dress as he goes. He pushes the skirt higher and higher until it’s bunched around my waist, and my white lace thong is on show. I slide the zipper at the side of the bodice down and sit up, pulling the dress off completely as Harvey watches with utter lust, turning his blue eyes a shade darker. It’s not the kind of dress I need a bra with, and Harvey curses softly under his breath as the fabric falls away and leaves me bare but for the thong.
“Are you trying to kill me, Hailey?” he jokes, his voice raspy with want. “Because fucking hell, I don’t think my brain can handle this much beauty all at once.”
I giggle, leaning forward on the bed to wrap my arms around his neck and tug him onto the mattress with me. “Stop thinking and just kiss me,” I tease, trailing one hand down his chest and stomach to his pants. I unbutton them and tug them down, and he helps me by kicking off the remnants of his clothes. A quick glance tells me my guess was a hundred percent right—Harvey is big. I have a brief moment of worry that he won’t fit, but then again, I’ve always loved a challenge, and I’m sure as hell willing to try.
This time, when Harvey kisses me, there’s nothing between our bodies, nothing preventing us from exploring and discovering each other’s bodies. My hands roam his chest, nails scraping over his abs and making him shudder, his cock pressed hard against my lower stomach as his hands trail up my sides. I gasp against him as he cups my breast, rolling my peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending sparks of pleasure through me straight to my clit. My back arches as his other hand grabs my hip, his thumb tracing the crease at the edge of my panties, the skin sensitive and desperate for more. Just when I think I might explode with desire, he bunches the side of my panties in his fist and yanks. The lace audibly rips, and he tears them away from me, making me gasp out loud.