One for the Ages // Book One

Chapter 6

Rough hands ran down my sides, stopping to give my breast a gentle squeeze before continuing down to my center.

I was pushed down into the mattress by his weight. He was all over me, everywhere. The scent of his cologne mixed with sunblock and sweat invaded my senses.

I couldn't see his face. Who was this man who knew how to touch me so expertly well?

He pressed a wet kiss to my neck, his hips rolling into mine. The tiniest whimper escaping his lips as his cock hit my heat dead on.

I sucked in a breath, my back arching up off the mattress. He'd trapped my wrists above my head so I was unable to move.

I was shaking I wanted him so badly.

He rolled his hips into mine again, his fingers digging into my hip as he pulled me up into his body.

His mouth covered mine, his tongue dipping into my mouth.

I let out a tiny moan, tipping my hips up off the bed to meet his.

I just wanted him closer.

He pulled up off of me.

My eyes widened when I saw the face staring down at me.

Harry.

He smiled weakly and then dropped his head to my neck again. He released my wrists, his hand coming down to slide under me and squeeze my ass.

I didn't move away.

I didn't want to.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tipped my head back into the pillow,

"Yes." I whispered, "Don't stop."

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I was actually sweating when I woke up. And it wasn't from the lack of air conditioning in my room.

It was because the dream I had was intense and real. So real I expected Harry to be there when I woke up, still on top of me, driving into me with everything he had.

I was shaking though I wasn't sure why. Surely it couldn't be because I was cold, considering I was sweating like a pig.

I sat up, glancing around my room. The entire space was bathed in sunlight as I'd forgotten to close the curtains last night when I got back.

I pulled my knees up and balanced my elbows on them as I threaded my fingers through my hair.

This had to have been because of how horny I was last night. I had been horny in my life before, but never like that.

I wanted Harry like I wanted air. I wanted his hands on me, doing whatever they wanted. I wanted his mouth on me, tasting my skin. I wanted HIM on me, all over, everywhere. And it wasn't casual. I laid staring at my ceiling as I fantasized about it.

His hands sliding up my thighs as they crept closer and closer to where I wanted him most. His breath across my breasts as he dragged his mouth from one to the other, drawing them in. His moans in my ear as he moved inside of me.

I had to force myself to stop thinking about it or I was never going to get any sleep. But clearly my subconscious wasn't going to allow me to get away with it.

This was new territory for me. Wanting someone this way? To the point that I would have done anything to find myself in his bedroom last night. I didn't even care that it meant I'd probably have to eat a generous helping of crow because there would be no way he'd let me get away with it after the way I'd treated him.