Not Fake for Long by Weston Parker

18

KEIRA

My door had hardly closed behind us when Harrison and I were on each other. I wasn’t sure if I kissed him first or if he kissed me, but we were suddenly kissing, and it was just as amazing as it had been before.

Dinner had gone spectacularly well, and walking around after, showing him sights I was sure he’d never seen before, had been fun as well. Regardless, I’d cut the tour short and brought him back here when the way he kept touching me had become too much to keep walking around.

Since he’d taken my hand from across the table back at Lucky’s, we hadn’t stopped touching in one way or another. His skin on mine was like an aphrodisiac and the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me had gotten me all hot and bothered hours ago.

On the last part of the walk, we’d started kissing each other spontaneously and holding each other even closer. The result had been a raging inferno of need deep inside me, which was why I’d decided to give up on the tour and bring him back here instead.

From the way he pushed me back up against the door and kissed me until I was entirely breathless, he didn’t mind that we hadn’t quite gotten around to seeing everything I’d told him I wanted to show him. He was already hard against my stomach, his mouth hot and hungry as he ground his hips into me.

Soft moans and whimpers escaped me, but I didn’t let that stop me from kissing him back like I meant it. Because I really, really did.

My nipples were rocky peaks inside my new bra, and a shiver of anticipation ran through me as I imagined his reaction when he saw the underwear I’d bought for the both of us. The dress Jamie and I had found matched the color almost exactly, and the boy-cut lace panties we’d chosen with the bra framed my ass like a motherfucking picture. I was ready for this. I just hoped he was too.

Then again, he’d brought his A-game himself. In dark gray slacks and a white button-down shirt, he looked nothing like he had last weekend. In a way, I preferred him in jeans and T-shirts, but I couldn’t deny that he looked unbelievably good like this. He might not have been wearing a suit, but he still wore it darn well.

I can’t wait to take it all off him.

With that thought in mind, I started working on making it a reality. Starting with the buttons on his shirt, I undid them one by one. His hands wound around my back until his fingers hit the tab of my zipper, and once he had it, he pulled down on it slowly.

When it was all the way down, he put only enough space between us that it could fall to the floor once he’d pushed the sleeves off my arms. The metal chains around my neck were cool against my heated, newly exposed skin, but somehow, even that added to all the sensations turning me on more than ever before.

Finally reaching the last button of his shirt, I let my fingers drift back up to his shoulders and pulled the material down until it joined my dress on the floor. When he moved to unhook my bra, I pulled back and looked up at him, hoping I wasn’t about to sound like a vapid girl who was more interested in what she looked like than she was in him.

“Wait,” I whispered against his lips. “Before you take that off, I want you to see me in it. I bought it earlier today.”

Mentally taking stock of what I knew I probably looked like—left only in my underwear, jewelry, and boots, with my hair messy and my lips swollen—it took everything in me to remain calm when he took a step back.

I’d left the light in my entrance hall on before we left, but it was only a single standing lamp in the corner. It wasn’t too bright and would definitely be more flattering than the lights in the fitting room had been, but it was still enough that he’d be able to see every inch of me.

He put only enough space between us to be able to take me in, and I tried to stand as still as possible while he did. His dark hair was tousled from my fingers and his shirtless chest heaved on labored breaths. He was so freaking cut that, again, I wanted to lick him all over. From the V above his waistband, to the washboard of his abs, to the small flat disks that were his nipples.

My attention was drawn up to his face when he let out a rumbling sound, and the look in his eyes turned me into a ball of liquid heat. The next thing I knew, his mouth slammed back down on mine and his hard, warm body pressed me up against the door.

In between fervent kisses, he spoke against my lips. “You’re so fucking sexy. Did you really buy that for me? Because I love it.”

“It was a gift for both of us,” I managed to get out before his mouth slanted over mine again.

“It’s not my birthday for another few months, but if this is the kind of gift you give, I better still know you by then.”

I chuckled softly, but my heart soared. I knew he’d said it in the heat of passion, but he’d still said that he wanted to know me a few months from now. That seemed like a good thing. I sure as hell knew I still wanted him around for a good long time.

Surprising me when his hands skated down my arms before linking with mine, I glanced up to see a smirk forming on his lips. “I’m about to show you just how much I love my gift, but this time, I think we’d better get to a bed for it.”

Without waiting for my reply and still holding on to my hands, he led me to my bedroom. It was the first time that I was genuinely happy to have such a small place. I’d never thought of it as a benefit before, but I’d also never wanted to get to my bed quite as desperately before.

When we got to my room, neither of us bothered to switch on any lights. My curtains were sheer, so there was enough light filtering in through the single window I had that we didn’t trip over anything.

My back hit the mattress, and then he was on top of me. He caressed me slowly, dragging his fingertips over my skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake. Bringing his head down, he sucked my nipple into his mouth right over the bra, using his tongue to press the lace into me.

I nearly went up in flames. Moaning and writhing, I arched my hips and spread my legs. His lips moved against my skin, adding fuel to the fire he was stoking deep inside me.

The rest of our clothes disappeared by some kind of magic. Reading my body like an open book, he didn’t need to be told what I wanted or when. He gave it to me without hesitation, his mouth and hands working together to send me flying over the edge twice before he finally rolled on a condom and sank into me.

With slow, deliberate movements and his lips on mine, he drove me to the brink all over again. When he felt me starting to spasm around him, he broke the kiss and groaned at whatever expression he saw on my face. That tiny sound from him was all it took to send me rocketing to the stars again.

My orgasm rolled over me like a slow wave of the purest pleasure imaginable. Eyes slamming shut, my muscles tensed up and I let out a loud cry while muttering incomprehensible words.

Harrison pressed his lips to my forehead as he shuddered. His hips jerked a few final times, and he choked out my name before his body stilled. When we were both spent, we collapsed back onto the mattress and he pulled me close while we caught our breath.

Once his breathing evened out, he climbed out of bed and went to dispose of the condom. A minute later, he was back and sliding in beside me, pulling me closer.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asked, his voice still husky as his breath ghosted over the bare, sweat-dotted skin of my shoulder.

“I don’t have any plans,” I said, pressing kisses to his chest as I fought against the urge to close my eyes. “Why? Do you have any plans?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come out to the farm with me,” he said. “Molly will be happy to see you, and Ashton won’t hate that you’re there.”

I smiled and burrowed deeper into his arms. “I’d love to. You’re staying tonight, right?”

He tightened his grip on me and rested his head on top of mine. “I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to.”

“Definitely not,” I murmured into his chest, my lids heavy before I finally let them close. “Sleep well, Harrison. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He kissed my forehead. “Sleep well, babe.”

Within minutes, sleep dragged me under. The last thing I was aware of before it did was the rhythmic beat of Harrison’s heart under my palm. I didn’t know if his heart had ever belonged to anyone, but I wondered if someday, just maybe, it might belong to me.