“Heaven.”
“I think you mean Christmas, Christmas.” He chuckles, his breath hot on my neck, causing a shiver to race down my spine.
“That too.”
He agrees, standing and pulling me up then turning me to face him. His eyes search mine, the confidence of a moment ago somehow dimmed in the aftermath of such intense pleasure.
Reaching up, I cup his face and guide him down until his lips find mine. It’s sweet—the kind of kiss that you never want to end.
“Let me take care of you,” Harlan whispers as if he hadn’t a few minutes ago. But it’s not what he meant.
The words are filled with a vulnerability that makes my heart squeeze in my chest. They’re honest and real and I won’t tease him because I feel it too.
“I’m yours.”
His mouth opens and closes but there are no words.
Not tonight.
Instead, he kisses me as he leads me down the hall to the shower, washing and drying me before making love to me all night long.
16
HARLAN
The room is still dark when a soft buzzing sound pierces the silence in the room. Reid doesn’t move, his body draped over mine like he can’t get close enough. It’s another thing I never appreciated because I never had it.
Last night had beenintense.
Being with him had been so easy out in town, but the closer we got to the cabin, the more the blood roared in my ears that I needed to have him.
To consume him.
And I had.
I’d fucked him and made love to him in a way I never had with anyone else before. He held me, his kisses across my skin seeming to heal the scars of my past. He’d been sweet and gentle but he’d also claimed me—pulled my hair and raked his nails down my back and chest.
I have half a mind to cancel that job in February and see what life with Reid might be like. My lips twitch as his hips rock against my thigh; the man had been insatiable and I wasn’t complaining.
I want to stay like this forever.
His weight on me feels decadent, his warmth seeping into my bones.
My phone sounds again, my brain already resigned to being awake until I find out why someone would need something this early.
Easing myself out from under Reid, I hunt through our discarded clothes, finally locating my jeans and wrestling the phone from the front pocket.
WINSTON: I have an early meeting but when I get back, I need to see you in my office
WINSTON: I’ll call you—don’t bother making plans
Don’t bother making plans.
Fuck my fucking life.
A rational man might not jump to conclusions.
But I’m anything but rational in this moment.
