Take a Chance (Chance, #1; Rosemary Beach #7)(43)

She rocked her h*ps in my lap and I moved my hand down to slip it between her legs. The wetness that met my touch surprised me. I had worried she was forcing this as a way to forget the pain. But she was ready, and the pleased hum that vibrated against my mouth told me she wanted more.

“Yes, that’s good. I need more,” she said as she started riding my hand. Holy f*ck, where had this come from? I was gonna come in my damn jeans at this rate.

I slipped my hand out of her and she groaned in protest until she saw me quickly unbuttoning my jeans and jerking them down until I was free.

“Oh,” she said in excitement and grabbed on to me with both hands, then brushed the tip of my swollen head with her thumb. I reached down and stilled her hands.

“Baby, you’re nak*d and begging for me to touch you. I’m about to explode. You can’t touch me. As good as that feels, I’m too damn close.”

Her small frown turned into understanding as she took in my words, and her eyes got big in surprise. “You mean you’re about to come?”

Fuck. Did she have to say that word? Her mouth saying words like that was gonna kill me. “Yeah. Real close.”

“I wanna see it,” she replied.

“Harlow, sweet girl, that’s messy and we’re in a car. I swear to you, I’ll let you see it up close and personal if that’s what you want, but not in the car where I can’t clean up.”

She glanced over at her purse. “I have tissues in my purse.”

Was she serious? Or had I just died and gone to heaven where sweet, dirty-talking angels asked to see your come?

“Please, Grant. Let me play with it until it comes. I’ll clean it all up,” she said.

I gritted my teeth as my c*ck jumped in her hands. He liked that idea a lot. Too much. She wasn’t gonna have to play long.

“But I thought you wanted me to f**k you,” I managed to say.

“I do. We can after I see it. We can get it hard again, can’t we?”

I glanced down at her bare p**sy and decided, yeah, we could get it hard again real easy. “Yeah, I’m sure you can. I’m f**king positive you can.”

She beamed at me and reached for her purse, leaving her round, bare ass stuck up in my face. I reached over and squeezed it and she squealed before sitting back up with an entire pack of tissues in her hand. “See,” she said, smiling. Then she dropped them in the cup holder and reached for my erection again. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. If I watched her do this I was going to embarrass myself and shoot off too damn quick. And my girl wanted to play.

“It’s so soft. I thought it would feel rough or something, but the skin on it is soft, even though it’s hard and looks swollen. Does it hurt?”

She was not asking me this. Motherf*cker. “It hurts a little but it’s a good hurt, and you’re making it feel real damn good. So f**king good.”

“Really?” she asked innocently, and I opened my eyes to look at her.

She was staring down at my dick and gently toying with it. I would lose my mind like this. I reached down and took her hand and wrapped it around me. “Squeeze it,” I instructed her.

She did, but not hard enough.

“Harder, baby,” I told her.

She did. Yeah, that was it. “Okay, now move it up and down like this.” I held her hand and kept it squeezing me tightly and moving up and down. “You do that and you’ll see some come real damn fast.”

Harlow bit her bottom lip and focused on doing exactly what I told her. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so sexy. I reached over and touched the wetness between her legs, causing her to stop a moment and moan in pleasure.

“If you get to play, so do I,” I told her.

“Okay,” she said, breathing out and pulling harder on me as I ran my finger around her clit, feeling it swell under my touch.

“Oh, that’s . . . it’s so good,” she moaned, tugging on me harder.

I needed a taste. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked her moisture off them as she watched me. Her tongue came out and licked her lips. My balls drew up and I knew I was there. I started to cover myself to keep from getting any on her, but she wanted to see this, so I laid my head back and cried out her name as I came undone in her hands.

She made a surprised sound but kept holding on to me while I shot all over her hands and arms. My h*ps bucked, relishing the feel of coming so she could see it. When her hand touched the tip of my head to touch the come, still slowly leaking out, I grabbed her wrist and cursed. “Fuck, baby, don’t. Too sensitive.”

Her breathing was fast and hard like mine. This had turned her on. I looked down at her hands and saw myself all over her. She wasn’t wiping it off, she was studying it, too. Her br**sts were bouncing with each hard breath she took. Fuck. I was already getting hard again.

I grabbed the tissues and started cleaning her off.

“Can I do that again sometime? I liked it. I liked the face you made when you did it,” she said. Her blunt admission made my already stirring c*ck begin to rise.

Only Harlow.

“Baby, anytime you want to touch my c*ck it’s yours. You can make it do whatever the hell you want it to.”

She smiled and lifted the hand I hadn’t cleaned to her mouth and licked my come off her finger. I stopped moving. I stopped breathing.