Where We Belong (A Touch of Fate #1)(79)
“Why the tears?” His eyes are soft and curiously inviting as he swipes away my tears. “You should be smiling, baby.”
“These are happy tears,” I hiccup, lifting to graze my mouth against his. “I’m just…I just…” There are so many things I want to tell him, like how complete I feel and how it’s never been like that with anyone ever before. I want to tell him that somehow every negative feeling I had has completely dissipated, and in its place is this overwhelming amount of love that I can’t seem to put into words.
“I love you…so much," I say slowly, enunciating every word.
Tyson smiles lazily and leaning down, he kisses my nose. "I love you more,” he whispers.
"Show me." My words were meant to sound seductive. I'm not sure if I succeeded, because when Tyson's lips slide across mine and our tongues collide, I lose all train of thought.
A LOUD THUD WAKES me and I jolt upright, breathing heavily. Rubbing my sleep-ridden eyes, I look around the room trying to remember where I am when my gaze lands on a white, lacy bra hanging carelessly off the end of the bed. Harley. Throwing myself back on the pillow, I look at the ceiling, a slow smile creeping across my face.
Show me, she’d said. And I did. I spent the remainder of the night and well into the early morning hours showing her over and over how much I love her.
The smell of bacon filters through the house at the same time I hear what sounds like a wounded cat screeching to the tune of…no way. Jumping out of bed, I yank on my jeans, forgoing my boxers because I can't miss this. My eyes quickly sweep the floor for my shirt, but when I don't immediately see it, I take off quietly down the hall, cringing when that horrific sound starts back up.
Slowly I peek around the wall, and the sight that greets me about knocks me flat on my ass. Harley is standing at the counter, her messy hair piled on top of her head and my shirt from last night hangs loosely off her shoulder. She sashays her sexy little hips to I Want You To Want Me by Cheap Trick, and when the chorus comes on, Harley throws a hand up in the air and belts out the words. I wouldn't call whatever she is doing singing though, and I’m reminded that Harley has never been able to carry a tune. I flinch when she attempts to hit a high note, and then my jaw goes slack when the hem of my shirt rises with her movements and the round globes of her bare ass peek out from underneath.
Christ, she's beautiful. Her arms lower so that she can tend to the bacon frying on the stove, but she continues to sway and bump her hips to the beat of the music. My feet unconsciously move toward her, because the pull she has on me is so great that I have to be near her. My hands land on her hips, sliding down her bare thighs, and my cock swells at the same time she startles before twirling around to face me.
"You scared the shit out of me!" she scolds, trying to hold back her smile as my fingers skate up the silky skin of her thigh and under the hem of my shirt. She loses her resolve and dissolves into a fit of giggles, and my fingers trace up her sides and over her abdomen. Her tight little body curves into mine and I relish the sound of her tinkling laughter as it bounces around the room. She jerks back, trying to get away from my wandering hands, but there is no way in hell I'm ever letting her go.
"Stop!" she yells, choking out a laugh. "I ca—I can't breathe," she gasps, tears of laughter rolling down her face. My fingers trail a little bit higher and when they meet the warm flesh of her breasts, I squeeze gently, rubbing my thumb across her taut nipples. She whimpers, the amusement draining from her face, and then wipes the wetness out of her eyes right before they flash bright with desire.
I nuzzle my nose against her neck, breathing in her sweet vanilla scent. "I didn't mean to startle you, I just couldn't resist." She purrs, tilting her head to the side, offering me her neck. I nibble and suck the soft skin, smiling when I feel goose bumps prickle underneath my mouth and hands. It floors me to know that my touch can create such an immediate response from her body.
“I’m making bacon,” she says on a breathy moan.
I shake my head and murmur, “I don’t want bacon. I want you.”
She chuckles, stepping forward so we’re chest to chest. I wrap one arm around her back, grip her ass in the other hand, and pull her against me. I grind my erection against her apex and watch as she sucks in a deep breath and holds it. Reaching around me, she tucks her hands in my back pockets, holding me against her so that she can rub her core against my zipper. My hand slides down the back of her ass and when my fingers meet the soft, wet skin of her sex, she drops her head to my shoulder, a soft groan falling from her mouth.
“You’re soaked." I slide my middle finger over her swollen clit and then back to her entrance where I stop, teasing her with the tips of my fingers. She pulls back, her hooded eyes full of desire. Her tongue licks a slow path along her bottom lip.“You’re very perceptive this morning, Dr. Grawe," she says, her voice low and husky. Sonofabitch. She called me Dr. Grawe. My cock swells against her belly and a triumphant little grin spreads across her face.
“Are you wanting to role play, Nurse Thompson?” I ask, sliding two fingers deep inside of her. Her hips buck against my hand and I twist my fingers, rubbing the swollen tissue that I know will make her squirm.
“Oh God!” she grunts, her eyes rolling back into her head right before her lids drift shut. I increase my pace, pumping faster and harder in sync with her gyrating hips. She reaches behind me, grips my hair, and tugs. “I need you.” Her words tear right through me and my cock swells even more, throbbing against my jeans, threatening to bust through. Reaching up with my free hand, I cup the nape of her neck, drawing her mouth to mine. “I need you too, baby.”