Marry Screw Kill(85)

“Ready,” she says, her voice lower than normal.

“Let’s order dinner, a bottle of champagne, then get the hell out of here.” I wink and she returns it with a tempting smile.

***

Harlow stands in front of me and my nerves are on edge. Hell, I’ve had sex hundreds of times, but this feels like it’s my first. It’s not just an act with her. It’s a special bonding of two hearts, because that’s what I’m giving her—my heart.

“Let me kiss you,” I say, walking toward her.

“Please,” she rasps.

I gather her in my arms and her hands find their way around my neck. I bring my lips to hers in a gentle kiss. They taste sweeter than I remember from so many weeks ago.

“Sin,” she mumbles, and with a quiet sigh, her lips part. I slip my tongue inside and touch hers. Fire ignites as all my pent up desires burn within me.

I roam my hands down her back, over her round, lush ass. I grasp it in my hands and pull her against me, pressing my erection into her soft stomach.

She pulls me closer, wanting more.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whisper as my lips trail over the silk skin of her neck, and then up to her ear. She shivers at my touch, and I smile against her skin. I’m driving her crazy too, it seems.

I skim a needy hand over the outside curve of her breast, press against her hard nipple, and flick over it with my thumb. She moans into my mouth.

“Sin,” Harlow cries out, “please, make love to me. Wipe out the memory of every other touch I’ve felt and replace it with yours.”

“Are you truly ready?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Don’t leave me tomorrow without this.” I hiss as her hand flutters over my dick.

“I want to f*cking torture you with pleasure. Work for you, babe?”

Harlow tilts her head back in total surrender at my words. No answer is required.

“Go stand next to the end of the bed.” She gazes up at me and nods.

She saunters over to the edge and bends to take her shoes off. “Stop. That’s my job. You’re mine tonight.”

She stands up and slides her hands over her delicious curves. I walk toward her while unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt. I roll up the sleeves in a deliberate fashion while standing in front of her. Nice and slow. Build the desire. Work her need for me to a point of desperation. Where nothing else lies between us. No others.

“Turn around.” She does as I bid, facing the back wall of the room.

I run the tips of my fingers over the exposed skin of her arms. Starting at her wrists, I trail up to her shoulders, feeling her skin pebble under my touch. Her body begins to sway in time with the beat of our hearts.

I wrap her golden hair in my hands and move it the side, revealing the gold zipper of her dress.

“Hold your hair,” I say.

I hold the top of her dress with one hand, and pull the zipper down with the other, stopping at each tooth, one by one.

As her skin comes into view, my lips descend. I press feather-light kisses against her back. She begins to move, unable to stand still, as feeling overtakes her.

I ease her dress off one shoulder, my lips caressing over her exposed skin. I repeat the same thing on the other side and her dress falls to the floor around her feet.

Unsnapping her bra, I remove it from her and toss it aside. I run my hands up and down her back with the most delicate touch.

“You have no idea how much I want you, Harlow.” I lean in and whisper in her ear. She sighs and tilts her head to the side in complete abandon.

I continue to trail my hands lower, skimming the top lace of her sexy underwear. I pull them down her long legs, baring her to me completely.

“Step out of them, babe,” I say, and she complies.

I stand back up and spin her around gently. I get to view what I’ve been dreaming about—breasts perfectly round, curves that intoxicate, and legs that belong wrapped around me. Now.

“You’re so damn beautiful. More than I could’ve ever imagined.” I linger my fingers over her breasts. They’re soft, but firm.

With care, I push her back toward the edge of the bed. “Sit down.”

She looks up at me with wide eyes, ready. “Lay flat, babe, and spread your legs.”

I trail my fingers up her legs and she widens them. She is open before me, my trusting beauty.

I kiss my way up her inner thigh and she squirms with each touch of my lips, her desire for more building.

My tongue finds the place to give her pleasure and her body stills. She tastes sweet, sweeter than I could’ve ever imagined.

She rocks against my tongue as I drive her wild. The sound of her moans spur me on, and she arches her back, crying out. Within seconds, she ignites into a powerful orgasm. She was there with only the slightest touch, so ready.

I kiss my way up her stomach to her breasts, and suck on her nipples. Taking them in my mouth one at a time, I elicit more moans from her sweet afterglow.

“How was that, babe?” I ask.

“Like nothing ever,” she says through panting breaths.

“I’m fully clothed and need to rectify that.” I stand and start to take off my shirt.

“Stop,” Harlow says while rising up on the bed. “Let me do that. It’s my turn.”

She stays sitting on the edge and reaches up to unbutton my shirt. Her progress with my shirt is so slow, I want to rip it out of her hands. A man can handle only so much.