Page 45 of Pining for Pierce
Don’t we? I can’t help feeling a little disappointed about that, although I do my best to hide it.
“I see,” I whisper. “But if we’ve established that the obvious isn’t as strange as you thought, then what else do I do to you?”
He smiles and I have to smile back. We’ve never talked like this before… never teased and tempted, and although it’s new, I like it. I think he does, too, because he nudges in to me, shifting closer as he lets out a long sigh.
“You make me so damn happy… and lightheaded, and carefree. I’m just so full of emotions right now, I can’t give them all a name. All I know is they start and finish with you.” This is too much, although I’m not about to ask him to stop, and we gaze at each other as everything stills around us and he whispers, “Do you think it could be love?”
“L—Love?” I murmur, unable to believe what I’m hearing.
“Yes.” There’s so much fear in his eyes, I know I have to allay his worries and confirm his thoughts are true, but before I can say a word, he pushes his fingers back slightly, into my hair, and dusts his thumb across my cheek, making me gasp. “Do I make you feel any of those things?” he asks.
“Yes.” I nod my head. “All the time. You have done for years.”
He stills, his thumb beside my lip, his eyes fixed on mine, his brow knitting into a frown. “Years?”
“Yes.”
“How many years?”
“Too many to count.”
“And I didn’t notice?”
“No. You were busy looking for perfection.”
He huffs out a half-laugh. “I apologize from the bottom of my heart for my poor observation skills.”
“You’re forgiven.”
He smiles. “And am I forgiven for asking your advice about all those women who weren’t right for me? That was unkind. If I’d realized…”
I shake my head, and he stops talking. “You weren’t to know.”
“No, but now I do…” He leans in and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry, Harley.”
I nod in acceptance of his apology and he tips my head back again, his lips meeting mine. This kiss is just as gentle as his first, although he groans a little as he pulls away and looks down at me.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I couldn’t live without you,” he says. “I can’t, and I don’t want to.”
“Neither do I.”
He closes his eyes, just for a second, and when he opens them again, I gasp at the intensity that greets me.
“I’m so in love with you, Harley.”
This is better than any dream… any fantasy… any life I could have wished for, and I kneel up, taking him by surprise as I straddle him and clasp his face in my hands.
“I’m so in love with you, Pierce.”
He reaches behind me, one hand on my neck, the other just above my ass, as he pulls me close, our tongues meeting before our lips, just by a second or two. He’s still gentle as he explores me, his hands wandering up and down my back. I let my fingers skim over his stubble, discovering it’s much softer than I expected, before I slide them up into his hair, messing it up even more, my breasts pressed hard against his chest as he deepens the kiss, tilting his head first one way and then the other.
“Forever isn’t too much for you, then?” he says, pulling back eventually and drawing air into his lungs.
“It’s not enough.”
He chuckles, moving both hands down to my ass, which feels nice. “I was thinking exactly the same thing myself,” he growls, closing the gap between us, his lips crushed to mine. I can feel his arousal pressing hard against me, but I don’t care. It feels long and hard, and so, so good. This is exactly what I want, and I flex my hips, rocking against him, to let him know, as he cradles my ass, pulling me closer and groaning into my mouth. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and although I don’t really know what to do, I’m happy to be guided by him, because I know he loves me… and he won’t hurt me. “Do you wanna take this home?” he asks, coming up for air, although he still plants delicate kisses at the edge of my mouth, then traces a line of them to my ear. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
That’s fine… except I want everything. I have no idea how to say that, though, so I just nod my head, hoping he’ll work it out when we get there, or maybe before, with any luck.
