Hardin Scott has been madly in love with Tessa Young since the moment he first laid eyes on her, but there's no way she could ever see him as anything more than a friend. After all, he's a bad boy with a promiscuous past and she's a sweet and innoce...
We walk through the cabin door, hand in hand. Hardin hasn't spoken since the car. We take off our shoes and put the picnic basket and blanket on the kitchen counter. I watch as Hardin walks into the living room and sits on the couch.
I go to the bathroom and fetch a wet washcloth and meet Hardin back in the living room. I walk over to him with the wet washcloth and start to dab at his bloody lip. He winces and tries to pull away from me. "I know it hurts, but I have to clean it," I warn. I continue to dab at his lip until it's cleaned. "How's it feel?"
"Like someone hit me."
"Being a smart ass?"
"Tess, you don't have to take care of me. I'm supposed to be taking care of you."
"I want to."
"Tess..."
"No, Hardin. Let me take care of you." I walk over to the freezer and wrap some ice in a towel and bring it back over to Hardin. "Here," I say as I hand him the ice.
"I'm fine," he says as he puts it on the table next to the couch.
"No, you're not." I pick up the ice and gently place it on his lip myself.
"Thank you," he mumbles quietly.
"You're welcome."
He finally takes the ice from my hand and holds it on his face himself.
As I'm looking at him, my heart breaks. He doesn't look like the same Hardin from this morning. He doesn't look like the playful, light hearted Hardin always making sexual innuendo. He looks like the man who held me while I cried myself to sleep night after night, all while trying to hold himself together.
"I'm okay, Hardin," I say, hoping to help him forget today and what happened with Neil.
"This time."
"You can't think like that."
"Tess, I already told you, I can't do that again. I can't watch you lose yourself. I can't watch you cry yourself to sleep every night. I just can't. Not ever again."
"Look at me," I say and tilt his head to look at me, like he's done to me so many times. "It's okay, Hardin. I'm okay."
Hardin pulls me toward him. As I'm standing between his legs he wraps his arms around me and hugs me. "I love you," he mumbles into my chest.
I gently run my fingers through his hair, calming him. When he pulls back and I look down at him, I look into his eyes. I know exactly what he needs. What we need.
I brush his messy hair off his forehead and then cup his cheek with my hand, before moving my hands to his belt. I undo his belt buckle and unzip his jeans while he stares down at my hands. I lift my dress enough to be able to pull down my tights and panties and step out of them as Hardin watches silently.
He lifts off the couch and pulls his jeans down enough to reveal himself to me. I bend down and reach into his pants pocket to retrieve a foil packet and hand it to him. He takes it from me, tearing it open. He locks eyes with me before he rolls it on. I give him a nod, silently granting him permission to slip it on.
After he rolls it on, I step toward him. I place one knee on the couch, then the other, straddling Hardin's thighs. He moves his hands to my thighs and my dress bunches in his hands as he guides me to lower myself onto him. I gasp at the feeling of Hardin filling me. As I adjust myself, I look up to see Hardin is watching me intently.
He keeps his hands on my hips as he helps me to move up and down him. I rest my left hand on his chest and my right hand on his shoulder as I continue to move up and down him. Once I start riding him on my own, he moves his right hand behind my neck and his left to the small of my back, desperately trying to bring me closer to him.
This is my new favourite way of making love to Hardin. It's intimate and passionate. Being this close to him feels like Heaven. I didn't think it could get any better, but this is better.
We continue to make love this way, neither of us speaking.
Hardin gazes into my eyes as he lets a moans escape his lips. I press my forehead to his and continue to ride him as I try to enjoy the feeling of being this close to Hardin. He pulls back, looks into my eyes and cups my cheek. His gaze moves to my lips for a moment before leaning in to give me the most passionate kiss, filled with his love, need and want for me.
This moment of physically expressing our love for each other is exactly what we needed after today.
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