Blind | h.s. [COMPLETE]

Chapter Nine

Paisley was speechless. She'd guessed earlier in the evening Harry would prove an attentive lover, but she wasn't prepared for just how well he anticipated her needs, sometimes before she did herself, and how he made sure every one of them was fulfilled. It was a heady thing, being the center of someone else's efforts and attention. She felt giddy.

And he'd felt so good in her. He was the most well-endowed man she'd ever been with, and the pleasure she got from the sensation of fullness alone would've made the sex great. But the way he moved his body, the way he rolled his hips, the way his hands possessed her, the reflexive sweet kisses he dropped all over her—it all felt effortless, natural, with him, which was why she'd been able to orgasm again. She'd never before been able to come again so quickly after orgasming. But Harry had drawn it out of her with his body, his words, the deep need in his voice for her to join him when he fell.

Most of all, he'd made her feel desirable, beautiful, sexy. These feelings enabled her to be completely free with him.

She stroked light trailing fingertips over his back where he had collapsed on top of her. She wriggled a little and turned her head to kiss his stubbled cheek.

He lifted up from her neck and smiled at her, then pressed a series of soft, worshipful kisses against her lips. "You doing okay?"

She smiled. "I'm great."

His smile turned into a grin. "Yes, you are."

She gave him a quick peck. "You want something to drink?" she asked. "I have to get up to go to the bathroom anyway."

"Yeah, sounds good." He rolled off to her side and ran his fingertips from her neck down to her belly button. She squirmed, every part of her body now completely over sensitized from the immense pleasure he'd given her.

Paisley scooted off the bed and glanced back at him. He wasn't even trying to pretend he wasn't watching her nakedness stroll around the room. She smirked, knowing full well she'd be doing the same thing to him.

"You can use the bathroom in there if you want, I'll use the one out here."

He propped himself up on an elbow and gave her a very purposeful once-over. "Okay, darling."

She shook her head and walked out of the room, chuckling.

After cleaning up in the hall bathroom, Paisley made her way back to the kitchen and smiled at the almost-dinner they'd made. She quickly returned all the ingredients to the fridge, deciding she'd rethink whether everything ought to be thrown out when she had more brain power in the morning. Then she settled all the dirty dishes in the sink.

She scooped up the clothes they'd shed and piled them on the counter. Smiling, she pulled Harry's shirt out and slipped it over her head. It was too big on her, but it felt great and smelled even better. Like him. She giggled like a school girl at the thought of his reaction.

She set a small tray on the counter and loaded it up with two bottles of water, some orange juice for her and a fresh can of Coke for him, and a big bunch of cold green grapes, strawberries, and blueberries. Assuming he'd be hungry for more, she made him a ham and cheese sandwich. She carried the lot of it into her room and found he'd switched on the lamp on her nightstand. He'd slipped his boxers and pants back on and sat propped up against her headboard, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

"Nice shirt." He smirked at her, but his eyes smoldered.

"I thought so." She winked at him as she slid the tray between them and climbed up on the bed. "Help yourself. The sandwich is for you, by the way."

Harry plucked a bottle of water off the tray and downed half of it in one greedy gulp. The sight of his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat made her squirm a little. She shook her head at herself as she grabbed her glass of juice and took a considerably smaller drink.

He recapped the bottle and sat forward, then broke off half of the sandwich. He took one big bite and closed his eyes as he chewed.

Paisley reached down and plucked a handful of grapes from its stem. The sweet juiciness exploded in her mouth as she chewed. "Mmm. Good," she murmured.

He popped two from the tray in his mouth and smiled. "Very."

A flash of red light behind Harry caught her eye. "Wow," she said. "It's 3:27. I had no idea." She gulped down the rest of her orange juice.

Harry glanced over his shoulder. "Um, yeah." He took another bite of his sandwich and looked down at the two blueberries he was rolling around in his hand. His jaw ticked, that same way it had in the elevator when she'd first seen him.

Paisley frowned. "Hello?" He cut his eyes back up at her. "What just happened?"

His brow furrowed. "I...nothing. Really." He smiled, but it wasn't her smile.

Not again.

She cocked an eyebrow at him, trying to imagine what was wrong. "I call bullshit."

He chuckled and ran his hand over his hair, then sighed. "It's late."

She debated for only a second, then resolved the risk was more than worth it. Pushing the tray out of the way, she crawled over until she was kneeling in front of him. She cupped her right hand around his neck and her left hand around the back of his head, then gently tugged at him until the scarred side of his head faced her. Quite deliberately, she reached up and traced soft reverent kisses from his temple, along the scar over his ear, and all the way back to the very end of it at the hairline on his neck. She sat back on her heels and turned his face so she could see his now-flaming eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Do you have somewhere to be?"

He shook his head.

"Because I'd like you to stay, if you want to. There wasn't any hidden meaning behind my pointing out the time. I was just surprised, just so you know."

He chuckled and nodded. "Okay. I'd like to stay."