He put his hand to his chest and pretended he was wounded by my words. “Excuse me. I cooked you a home-cooked meal. Took you out to one of my favorite restaurants, then took you to a ballroom and brought you up to this beautiful suite.”
Glancing around, I took in the suite. It was, indeed, beautiful. And huge. “I didn’t know hotel rooms could be this big.”
He laughed, then his eyes went from light and fun to dark and sexy. “May I take you into the bedroom, Em?”
The use of his nickname made me nearly swoon right then and there. I reached my hand out for his and he took it. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed it gently. That time I swore I felt the ground move under me.
He guided us through the suite and into the bedroom. A king-size bed looked out over the harbor. The light from the full moonoutside lit up the bedroom, and I could see everything perfectly. But I wanted to see more.
“Can we shut the blinds and turn on the lights?” I asked softly. “I want to see you.”
Harrison glanced around, then hit a button. The blinds began to close, and once they were shut, he turned the light on. His hands ran softly up and down my arms.
“I don’t know why, but I’m nervous,” he whispered as his fingers found the clasps of my bra and undid them.
Closing my eyes, I focused on breathing as he gently pushed the bra off my shoulders. It slid down my arms and dropped at our feet.
“Open your eyes, Em.”
Doing as he asked, I felt my heartbeat begin to race as I watched him take in my body.
“So goddamn perfect.”
I chewed nervously on my lips, and when he bent his head and took my breast with his hand, then his mouth, I moaned his name in pleasure. My fingers sliced into his hair, and I held him close to my body. The feel of his teeth and tongue over my nipple nearly drove me to an orgasm.
“Oh God,” I whispered as he sucked hard on my nipple, then began to play with the other.
When the back of my knees bumped against the bed, I opened my eyes. I didn’t even realize Harrison had backed us up.
He pulled his mouth from my nipple, then moved to the other one. Was it possible to have an orgasm simply from a man giving my nipples attention?
When he withdrew and whispered, “Sit down on the edge of the bed.”
I instantly complied.
Harrison dropped to his knees and began to pull my panties off so slowly I had to fight the urge to push his hands away andrip them off. He brought them up to his face, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply.
My mouth dropped open as he let out a moan so deep and sexy, I felt it straight between my legs where I ached for him. I had to grip the bedspread to keep from touching myself.
“I’ve dreamed of what you would smell like,” he said as he dropped my panties to the floor. With his eyes locked on mine, he added, “What you’d taste like.”
Nervous butterflies danced in my stomach. “No one has ever done that before. To me. I’ve never…I mean, I’ve given oral sex to my last boyfriend, but he never wanted to…well...”
Harrison frowned. “He was an idiot. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt of my head between your thighs. Of you coming hard on my mouth and tongue.”
I gasped. “That’s so dirty, Harrison.”
He grinned. “Do you not want me to be honest with you?”
I could practically feel myself get wetter as he spoke. “I like it. A lot.”
“Do you want me to fuck you with my mouth, Em?”
My eyes closed and my head dropped back. “Yes. Please.”
When I felt his hand on my stomach, I jumped. “Lie back and let me look at you first.”
My mind told me I should be embarrassed. That I shouldn’t be loving the way Harrison talked to me. The way he touched me. But my body was saying something entirely different. I felt desired like I had never experienced before.
