But Forrest pulls back and takes my head in both his hands as I hover over top of him. “This doesn’t have to be sexual, that’s for you to decide. I will wait if that’s what you need to feel safe.” Forrest is so sweet, but his words bring out a laugh that I wasn’t expecting.

“Hell no. If we are testing this out while I live here, then we will be fucking every night. You promised to be my one-night stand every night. Don’t go back on your word now.” Still laughing, finally, I see him smile, and before I have time to attempt to kiss him again, Forrest rolls me onto my back and is over top of me in a split second.

“Thank God, because I’m not sure what I was going to do with this,” he says, grinding down on my pussy with his cock that is rock hard, and a moan is already slipping from my mouth.

Forrest stops any more words from escaping, as his rough lips, that have just the smallest amount of stubble surrounding them, take mine like it’s the first time he gets to kiss me. It’s hard, rough, desperate, and everything that I want in this moment.

Emotions are hard for me, and tonight has been more than I can handle.

Breaking away from his lips, I mutter, “Make me forget.”

“Oh, I intend to.” His gruff reply comes from where he has buried his face in my neck as he continues to kiss my skin in every place he can reach.

“Don’t be gentle,” I plead.

“If you think I can go slow, you’re crazy. I’ve been lying with you in my arms every night. It was pure torture not to have you like this,” he says as he grinds his cock against my already engorged clit again. “Pure torture, I tell you.”

“If you are looking for pity, you’re in the wrong place. I get to work out next to you in the morning… now that’s torture.” This time it’s me pushing up against him.

Dropping his mouth down, he takes my hard nipple between his teeth through my sleep top and bites down on it.

“Get naked, Harper, because I need to feel every part of your body. I knew that first night it was never going to be enough.”

He pushes himself off me and stands next to the bed, and I scramble to rid myself of the top over my head with my breasts now bare to him and then push the little pair of shorts and underwear down my legs, kicking them free. All the while my brain is screaming at me that this is a bad idea, letting down my walls for a second time is dangerous. But I’m not stopping. I want this.