Where We Belong (A Touch of Fate #1)(65)
I tilt her chin up. I don’t ever want her looking down like that again...I don’t like it at all. “Don’t be embarrassed, Harley. I think it’s f*cking hot, and one of these days I’m going to watch." Her eyes snap to mine and brighten with mischief. She likes the thought of that…I’m going to have to remember that for future reference. How did I not know about this little fiery side to her?
“We’re just going to have to be a little more careful," I state, trying to keep my wits about me around this girl. "I don’t ever want Max to walk in on anything.”
“I agree,” she nods. “I got carried away. I mean, I’ve waited for that for…well, forever, and—”
“Don’t," I say, putting my finger up to her lips. "Don’t ever be sorry for getting carried away with me. In fact, feel free to get carried away with me anytime. Well, almost anytime." She smiles softly and nuzzles her face in my neck. I can feel her warm breath against my neck when she yawns, and I realize that it must be getting late.
“What floor are you on tomorrow?” I ask, running my hands up the back of her shirt, needing to feel her soft skin one more time.
“7 West,” she mumbles.
“Pediatrics. That seems perfect for you.”
“I love it,” she says, yawning again.
“Have lunch with me tomorrow?”
“Okay." She sits upright, rubbing at her tired eyes, and cocks her head to the side. “Are you leaving? Please don’t leave,” she begs, pushing out her bottom lip.
I pull her face toward mine and laugh against her mouth. I suck that sexy-as-hell bottom lip into my mouth and bite it playfully. She groans, closing her eyes. Damn, I shouldn't have done that, because now I want to do it again. Only this time I want to add a little hand action and—
Now I have to leave before I act on these thoughts. “It’s late. You’re exhausted, I’m exhausted, and we both have to work tomorrow. Plus," I kiss her nose, "I’m coming over to make you and Max dinner tomorrow night, so I need you nice and rested.”
Her face brightens with the most gorgeous smile I've ever seen, and I make a mental note that making dinner for her and Max makes her a very happy woman. And making her a very happy woman is at the top of my to-do list.
“But I just got you,” she grumbles, her smile slowly fading. “I’m not ready to let go quite yet." Isn't that the truth?
Maybe it's the way her eyes misted over when she said that or perhaps it was the way her voice softened, but something snapped inside of my chest. Something powerful and way beyond anything I've ever felt. As though she felt it too, Harley leans forward, lowering her forehead to mine.
“I don't want to go either," I say, grabbing her hand, linking our fingers together. "But we’ve literally been together for—" I lean back, looking at the clock on her wall “—three hours. I think it’s a little too soon to have sleepovers." She bends forward, pressing her entire body against mine, and claims my mouth. I open up for her, grip her neck in my hand, and we kiss wildly, breaking contact only when we're both panting and out of breath.
“Tomorrow." I say, kissing her nose, each eyelid, and her chin. “And every day after that. Okay?”
She huffs out a breath. “Okay.”
WE SPEND THE NEXT two days at work texting back and forth, eating lunch together, and both days I pulled her into an empty exam room, locked the door, and we made out like two horny teenagers. Both nights after work, I arrived at her house to find Max ready and waiting for me.
Max and I played soccer, freeze tag, built a fort, played Candy Land—he totally cheated, by the way—and then both nights he stood on a chair at the counter and asked a million and one questions while he helped me make dinner for his mom.
After tucking Max into bed, Harley and I stayed up late into the night—both nights—getting reacquainted. We alternated between deep sensual kisses and heartfelt conversations that left both of us either on the verge of hysterical laughter or tears. It’s been fun getting to know her again, and I enjoyed telling her about my time in New York. She said she’s never been so I vowed to myself that someday soon I would take her and Max.
We both learned that not a whole lot about either of us has changed. When asked, Harley danced around what happened with her during the first couple of years after I left, and I let her get away with it—for now.
One thing I’ve learned is that Harley is a very physical person, which is something I never would have guessed. She likes to be touched, and if I’m not touching her, then she is touching me in some way or another. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining—that woman can touch me any damn time.
I’ve also learned that she loves when I talk dirty to her. No joke, it sends her from zero to sixty in two seconds flat. The first time I did it she ended up straddling me, shoving that delicate little hand of hers down the front of my pants. The second time, she let out a noise so f*cking erotic, I had her flat on her back with her shirt and bra bunched up around her neck before she could even register what had happened. Both times I had to diffuse the situation before it went too far.
Honestly, I’m not sure how much more I can take though. I don’t want to stop her, and I know that one of these days I won’t be able to. There is a passion between the two of us that is unexplainable. It’s something I never felt with Brit—hell, with anyone—and I know that if we aren’t able to act on it soon, one of us is going to combust.