The VIP Room(72)

Harrison could not help but watch her hair drip onto the white t-shirt she was wearing. The wet area of the shirt spreading down from her shoulders, and he was sure if she kept talking soon that entire shirt would be see thru soon.

“Wait. So why didn’t you leave this guy before this?” Harrison pulled himself out of his t-shirt daze and blurted out his question. Honestly unable to figure out why a girl like Liz was even with such a loser.

“Sometimes you just don’t have a choice,” Liz said, in a matter of fact voice.

“You always have a choice.” Harrison offered.

“Well someone like Bella, she has choices. I don’t have choices.” Liz could feel Harrison’s gaze honing in on her eyes, and she felt compelled to look away.

“Why? Why don’t you have a choice?” He was baffled by this statement. Everyone has a choice.

“I don’t have a family. I pay my tuition with my two jobs. I needed a place to stay. Matt was that place.”

“So you have no one that cares about you?” Harrison looked baffled.

“Yep. Just me, myself and I.” At this Liz stood up. “You don’t have to worry though. I can find another place to stay now that you are home.”

Liz started to walk away, but Harrison grabbed her arm.

“No.,” he said as he stood from his chair. Now standing face to face with Liz. “You will stay here.”

“It’s ok Mr. Wellington. I was just going to stay because you were gone. I can go.” Liz was looking at the ground again. It was hard to keep looking into his blue eyes and not turn into a total puddle of sexual emotions.

“It’s Harrison, call me Harrison; and No. You are staying. It’s the middle of the night.”

Maybe it was the look in his eyes. Maybe it was the way he kept holding onto her hand after he stood up. But something about that moment sent tears welling up into Liz’s eyes again. Her tough exterior crumbled and her knees gave way as the emotion of the night hit her again.

Harrison quickly wrapped one of his arms around her waist and steadied her.

“It’s ok.” He said as Liz wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

It had been years since she had truly felt safe with someone. Here Harrison was, strong, sexy, caring. He was worried about her and cared about her wellbeing. After the night, she had just had all she could do was hug him.





Chapter 8





The wet t-shirt against his skin was too much for Harrison to take. Her body pressed up against his. Her arms wrapped around him. Harrison felt an urge of desire shoot through his body. He reached down to Liz and gently lifted her chin.

Without a thought in his head, Harrison kissed Liz.

His lips against hers were soft and yet firm. He slowly parted her lips with his and let his tongue slide into her. The thought that this was Harrison Wellington, only lasted a moment before Passion consumed Liz.

A man has never kissed her like this. A strong, amazingly handsome, real man.

Liz let her hands explore the muscles of his back. Soon allowing them to slide under his shirt and glide up and down his ruggedly defined back. This was happening. This was real. Liz couldn’t believe what was going on. But she certainly wasn’t going to stop it.

“I’m sorry,” Harrison said as he pulled away from Liz.

Liz didn’t move. She just looked at him with passion. She wasn’t sorry. Liz was in a daze. Partly believing that she had fallen asleep and was dreaming all of this, and partly thinking she didn’t want to ever wake up if she was dreaming.

“I’m not,” Liz said as she slowly licked her lips.

Harrison looked down and noticed Liz had perfectly round, hard nipples that were now pressed up against her soaking wet t-shirt.

All control was gone now. Every last bit of reasoning had disappeared.

He reached down and grabbed Liz by the hips and pulled her close to him. Letting his lips meet hers again, but only briefly. Soon he was exploring her neck.

Liz couldn’t help but let out a loud sigh of ecstasy. His hands on her body felt so strong. They were commanding her to be there with him. His lips on her neck were electrifying every last sexual nerve in her body.

Harrison reached for her wet t-shirt and pealed it off. Throwing it forcefully toward the front door. This was a man. He wasn’t some boy with ego issues. Harrison was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wanted Liz.

He started unbuttoning his own shirt while he looked at Liz. She quickly looked down at the ground.

“Why do you do that?” Harrison said when he noticed she looked away from him.

“I don’t know,” Liz said, still looking at the ground.

“I like it when you look at me.” He said this and Liz slowly looked up to him.

Her eyes held a sense of sadness but also of sweetness. She was innocent, yet hard as nails. It wasn’t something Harrison was to comfortable seeing in a woman.

As he finished unbuttoning his shirt, Harrison again reached for Liz and grabbed her by the hips. This time lifting her off the ground and wrapping his arms around her.

Instinctively Liz wrapped her legs around his waist. She looked him in the eyes as he walked the two of them down the hall and to his bedroom. The passion he had towards her was something Liz had never known before. He looked like a man who was hungry for her. Hungry like someone who had not eaten for weeks.