“I’ve been right here all along.”

Without a word, his eyes skim over my body and then he reaches down to the hem of my dress. Pulling it slowly up my body and then over my head, Harbor looks at me with lust coloring his eyes a deeper shade of brown. So I stand there, basking in his gaze.

His jeans and shirt come off, and we’re left standing practically naked together. The room suddenly feels hotter, but a deliciously forbidden sensation sparks in the air like two live wires coming together.

He sits down on the mattress and takes my hands, holding them between us. I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do when he’s staring at me like he’s the luckiest guy in the world.

Bringing me to his lap, he kisses my shoulder, and then looks into my eyes. “Does this feel right?”

“No.” I turn in his arms, straddling him and kissing him on the mouth. Pushing him back, he falls on the bed lying flat. I drop my hands to either side of his head and kiss his shoulder.

He asks, “No?”

Feeling sexy.

Feeling powerful.

Feeling more myself than I ever have before.

I kiss his mouth, and then whisper, “But this does.”

13

Harbor

Fucking comes naturally.

Fucking Lark though . . . there’s no way I’m going to be able to make this last by how she’s moving on top of me—kissing me like she’ll lose the chance and grinding her hips against mine, her heat against my erection.

Little coos become mewls with each gyrate. I swear she’s going to get off on me before I even have a chance to slip on a condom. I run my hands from her shoulders over her blades down to the small of her back and then lower over the mounds of that great ass. Keeping it right there feels so good that I might just get off as well.

But patience has always been a struggle of mine. I flip around to the mattress and roll over on top of her, my knee holding her legs apart so I can settle between them. And the scrap of material covering her pussy is not going to do anything to keep me from making her feel incredible, except this underwear which is strangling the fuck out of me right now. I need to get some relief so I can focus on her instead.

I push up above her, and ask, “You want to take them off, or do you want me to do it?”

There’s enough light from the open blinds drifting in to see her eyes locked on mine when she reaches for the waistband. She starts rolling my boxer briefs lower and when she reaches the tip of my dick, she licks her lips and looks down between us. My body throbs from the sight of her watching me, anticipation teeming in her eyes.

The fabric is lowered, and her chest fills with a sucked-in breath and the feel of her fingers run along my length. That’s not going to help me last, not in the least bit. The weight of my dick drops against her leg as I help her finish the job, kicking them off my feet to the floor.