“Kinky.”
I snorted. “Don’t make me laugh; this is a serious conversation!”
His twinkling eyes dulled, and he stepped closer. “I know, I know.” He looked at my stomach. “Is it...?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry.”
“Shit.”
“Tell me about it.”
“No,” he said then, voice hardening. “Tellmeabout it. You said you were…”
“I got sick, okay?” I admitted before giving him a quick explanation of what stupidity had happened. He listened, rapt, and it hurt me a bit. In another life, this had the potential to be so perfect. Not the monumental fuck-up I was bringing this baby into.
“I did too,” he then said, surprise on his face. “Get sick, I mean. Me and Vic, both of us were holed up in bed for days after that… that night. Had no idea where it came from.”
I winced at the mention of my sister. This was so fucked up. One of us had passed the bug onto the other, then. Not the only bad thing we’d shared that night. Why was I so enamored with a cheater? Because I was. Looking at him now, all handsome and warm-featured.
Why was he stepping closer still? Why was his breath tickling my cheek, why were his hands grasping my wrists…
“Zora, look at me, please,” he implored, and when I wouldn’t, when I kept staring at his collar, he used his thumb to tip my face up, cupping my cheek after, stroking just under my eye, wiping away a tear I didn’t know had fallen.
“What are we going to do?” I whispered as the heat boiled up between us. Even now, in this moment of serious conversations and hard topics, my body hummed for him. I knew so little about him; it was so stupid, but the sensation only built.
His gaze flickered to my lips, then to my eyes again, asking for permission, like he was feeling the same as me. I nodded. I was headed straight to hell because I nodded.
“I think we’re going to ruin everything.” Then his lips were on mine, forceful but soft, like he was holding back, like he feared what might happen next.
But I didn’t want him to restrain himself. Despite how wrong this was, how far from okay it was to kiss my sister’sfiancé, I wanted more. So I stepped in closer and pressed my tongue between his lips, encouraging him to open for me. To cave in.
In here, the same place I was paid for sex, the same place we first met and hooked up, with none of the drama, the emotion that came with knowing we were screwing over my sister, I could forget this was a terrible thing to do. I’d never professed to be a good person, and kissing Harry made me bad. Cruel.
It just felt so good. He felt so right. This was the place to forget everything outside of the room. The place to live in fantasy for just a little while longer.
Harry groaned as our passion built, stroking his tongue into my mouth, his fingers dragging through my scalp to hold me still while he devoured me.
“I want all of you,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against mine. “Need it.”
“Take it,” I begged, desperate for him to touch me. “Please.”
He walked me back toward the wall, pressing my spine against the cool concrete as he continued to consume me. He was so tall, and pressed against him like this, I had to strain up, right onto my tiptoes, to reach his mouth. Last time we’d been here, we’d been on our knees or backs thewhole time, but now, with him looming over me, swallowing me up, he seemed so enormous.
I ran my hands up to his shoulders, purring at the firm muscles and soft skin encasing them. I needed his t-shirt off. He laughed when I began tugging at the fabric, planting a kiss on my head before stepping away and yanking it over his head in one swoop. So sexy, revealing his body to me with an almost sheepish flush of his cheeks.
“Let me see those fucking tits,” he said, dipping his head. “I need them.”
Nodding, I whipped my top off too, and reached behind my back to remove my bra. It was only a soft cotton one, no under-wire or structure — these babies were fucking sensitive lately, darker, more swollen. I winced when the cool air hit my nipples, and his eyes zeroed in on them.
“Are they sore?” he asked, stepping back into my space to cup them both, holding them with such gentleness, such reverence. It was a relief, having their weight lifted from my spine. They were heavier, too.
I shook my head. “They’re heavy,” I said. “Sensitive… not sore.”
“Fuck.” He gave me a gentle squeeze, making my eyes roll into my head. “When these are full of milk…”
“You gonna suck me dry?” I asked, with only a slight edge of teasing. “You going to nurse from me? Lick and suckle on my nipples until you’re satisfied?”
He growled and dove in, dropping my tits to scoop me up, wrapping my legs around his waist so we were the same height. He kissed me hard, demanding. “Let’s get one thing straight,” he muttered between kisses. “I will never be satisfied with you. It will never be enough. I will take every fucking thing I can from you, beautiful.”
