Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 127715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“We’re ready,” she said instantly.
His lips tipped up. “I’m ready, but I need to be sure you are.”
“Have you lost feeling in your fingers?” she demanded.
That surprised a laugh out of him.
“Harry, I’m not being funny,” she snapped, impatient.
“Sweetheart.”
“Harry.”
“Lillian.”
“Harry.”
Experimentally, he circled her clit again.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted, and he felt his cock beading.
Okay then.
Fuck it.
He kissed her and he fingered her, and then he stopped kissing her so he could watch as he made her come.
And fucking hell, the show was spectacular.
As she recovered, he ran his lips along her jaw, down her neck, across her throat, and up to her ear, and when he felt her fingers relax in his hair and she started stroking it, he slid his hand out of her jeans.
He lifted his head and looked down at her.
She had just the barest sprinkle of freckles across her nose, her skin was rosy from her orgasm, her gaze hazy with it.
He already knew he could look at her for a lifetime.
But seeing her like this, he knew he could give that to her for a lifetime.
“Good?” he asked softly.
“Your turn,” she said as answer.
He shook his head. “Unh-unh.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Sorry?”
“I’m good,” he stated.
“Uh…Harry, I can feel you’re not.”
He smiled at her. “It isn’t a fatal condition.”
“I know. But does it matter to you that I want to alleviate your…condition?” she asked.
“What matters to me is that I like spending time with you, I intend to spend a damned sight more of it, and as that time wears on, I don’t want you to have that first reason to question my motives.”
Her chin ducked into her neck in shock.
“So as I said, I’m good,” he reiterated.
His body jerked as, abruptly, she caught his face in her hands.
“We’ll wait,” she said in a harsh whisper, feeling—so much fucking feeling—pouring out of her green eyes, deluging his body, his bones, his soul, all of which had felt so damned empty, so brittle, starting with losing his mom, watching his father and brother do it too, then finding Winnie, always so animated, lying so still on the ground among the pines. “We’ll wait because you’re such a danged good guy, I sense what you need is to wait. You couldn’t live with not waiting. But just so you know, I’m ready whenever you are,” she finished.
“I’ll file that away,” he whispered in return, but his wasn’t harsh, it was low, heavy, but weighted with the good she was offering, like the bad he’d been carrying since he was eleven never existed.
“And I’ll spend time trying to figure out how I found myself dating a super good guy at the same time wishing he was a little bad.”
“Oh, I can be bad, sweetheart,” he promised.
Her eyes rounded and she smacked his arm. “Don’t be hot when you won’t allow me to get you hotter.”
“But I’m allowed to get you hotter.”
“Quid pro quo from here on out,” she sniffed.
Harry frowned. “I don’t agree to that.”
“It’s not fair, I get me some and you don’t let me give you anything.”
“You are so very wrong I didn’t get anything out of that, Lillian.”
Her eyes got even rounder, and she smacked his arm even harder. “Stop being an even better guy, Harry,” she demanded.
He started laughing.
“Oh my God, now I’m annoyed because the guy I’m dating is even more awesome than I thought. And he’s a miracle man with his fingers.”
“Wait ’til you get my mouth.”
Her gaze thinned and she snapped, “Stop it, Harry.”
“I’m also filing away that I need to make you come harder, it seems like it wears off quick,” he teased.
For a second, she stiffened under him.
Then she dissolved into giggles.
Watching her laugh was almost better than watching her come.
“Another episode over carrot cake?” he suggested when her giggles diminished.
“Are you going to have a bite?”
He nodded.
“Okay then,” she mumbled.
He angled to the side, did up her jeans, then pulled her up to sitting before he took his feet.
“Want some coffee too, baby?” he asked.
“Do you have herbal tea?”
He didn’t, but Aromacobana had the good shit for sale, so he’d be getting some.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“That’s okay. Decaf?” she asked.
“Definitely fell down on this job,” he said.
“No you didn’t. I’ve just always had trouble sleeping, even when I was a kid. So I don’t drink caffeine after three in the afternoon.”
Harry’s neck tightened at learning this. “You’ve always had trouble sleeping?”
She nodded. “All my life. Though, the last two nights I dropped right off.”
Now, learning that, his chest burned as he stared at her
She smirked at him and said, “So there, Harry. This is what I’m dealing with.” She circled her hand in the air. “All the goodness that is you.”
He reached, dragged her out of the couch, and kissed her hard and long, until they were both breathless.
“I’ll get some tea at Aromacobana,” he said when he broke it. “What’s your favorite?”