Harlow
Wade takes my hand and the bar falls away.
Just this once.
The words run through my mind on repeat, shocking me more each time. I’m so out of my depth I can barely breathe. Can barely think of anything but the firm grasp of his hand around mine and the tiny electric charges tingling up my arm from it.
The cool night air teases my skin as we cross the lot, gravel shifting beneath our feet. Our eyes meet. Our pace quickens. By the time we reach the truck at the back, I’m shaking.
There’s a single weighted beat, so heavy it almost hurts, and then we collide in an urgent crush. The sounds of need and relief meeting on our tongues.
He pins me against the passenger door, kissing me hard.
God, he’s so big.
“Been telling myself to leave you alone,” he growls against my neck. “Been killing me.”
His mouth is everywhere, his hands the same. And I’m drunk on his kiss, drowning in it. There’s nothing but him and me and this burning need for more.
I can’t get enough.
Pressure coils tight in my center and my breasts ache for his touch. It’s never been like this. I’ve never wanted like this.
“Wade,” I gasp, my fingers burrowing deeper into his hair, pulling him closer, begging with my mouth and body for more. More of his tongue. More of his hands. More of that rough, masculine sound rumbling up from deep in his chest when my hips shift against his. Please, more of that.
“Need to touch you.” His hand’s beneath my skirt, fingers slipping higher.
Yes. “Touch me.”
“Feel how wet you are.”
My breath catches and my body quakes.
God, that mouth. So much wetter now.
No one, no one in my life has ever spoken to me like that. And if someone had asked me yesterday if I thought I’d like it, I would have told them no.
But the clenching twist deep inside, wringing liquid heat between my legs, tells me that would have been a lie.
I want to hear more. But I don’t know what to say. So instead, I speak with my body. My hand reaching for his, guiding it that last inch toward contact.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Eyes locked with mine, he drags the pads of his fingers over my panties. “Soaked.”
This is crazy. Reckless.
Incredible.
Heart racing, body thrumming, I try to check over my shoulder. Make sure we’re still alone. But the truck behind me blocks the view.
There’s no way for me to know if someone’s coming. We should stop, we should—
Whoa. “That’s— That’s—” My breath catches as Wade rubs another slow circle around my clit. “So good.”
“Trust me, Good Girl?” he asks, circling again and then petting me with the full length of those thick, long fingers. Teasing me. Making me clench and ache.
“I do.” Maybe it’s crazy, but it’s true.
“I said I wasn’t sharing you.” His eyes flick from mine to the bar in the distance. “No one can see.”
Thank God, because I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want to think. I just want to stay in this moment with Wade driving me wild, the pleasure usually so hard to chase rushing closer with every second that passes.
And then he’s kissing me again, his tongue thrusting hard and deep as he teases beneath the silk of my panties. His rough fingers so good I gasp.
“You like that?” he murmurs against my lips. “Want more?”
“Yes.” I’m close, nodding desperately now.
Wade strokes through my slickness again, then, eyes locked with mine, he presses inside.
My eyes go wide, my breath catching on a fractured cry he cuts off with his kiss.
He works in and out, slow and steady. One finger becomes two as he dirty-talks against my lips. “So fucking good… so wet for me… feel you squeezing me…”
It’s never been like this.
“So tight…”
He’s stroking deeper, stretching me more.
“So sweet… making me crazy…”
Oh God. “Wade.”
His thumb presses firm. “Come for me, Good Girl…”
And that does it.
I’m done. Crying out into his mouth as the pleasure surges and breaks, crashing hard through my center again and again until I’m limp and breathless, clinging to the man who just changed my world.
Our eyes meet and I catch my breath enough to speak. “You are crazy fun.”
He laughs, pulling me into his chest as he opens my door. “In the truck, Harlow. I’m not done with you yet.”
Wade
The drive to the hotel is torture.
But getting back to our room and getting Harlow beneath me is mission-critical, so I keep my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road. And when she leans across the front and slides her hand up my thigh, I tell her that unless she wants me to pull over and fuck her against the steering wheel right here on Main Street, she’s gotta stop.
She doesn’t. And she makes a liar out of me too because as bad as I want to hear her coming apart for me again, I’ve maxed out my risk-taking today.
That business in the parking lot? Not my usual MO, but damn, I couldn’t stop. Not when we had the woods behind us and the truck blocking the view of anyone coming out of the bar. Not when she was giving me those sexy, needy sounds and pulling my hand between her legs.
The last half mile is brutal, but somehow, I make it to the hotel, park, and get Harlow out of the truck without seeing how hard or how fast I can get her to come on my hand again. Somehow we get past the front desk and out of the elevator without getting arrested. But once the doors open on our floor, it’s on.
I’m backing her down the hallway, mouth fused to hers. She’s already got half the buttons of my shirt open. When she misses a step, I catch her, lifting her against me.
Her back meets the wall between rooms 303 and 305, her legs coming up around my waist as I rock into her heat. Two doors down, it’s my back at the plaster, her hands fumbling with my belt. Finally, we make it and stumble into the room, propelled by some hard-driving insanity.
“Clothes,” she gasps. “Hurry.”
I nod, grabbing the back of my shirt and whipping it over my head. “Need to get inside of you.”
Only she stops. Eyes wide and staring at my chest, she swallows.
And then instead of stripping off her sexy dress, she steps back into my space and presses her hands flat against my abs and smooths them up over my pecs.
My ego lifts his head, fucking sighs in relief.
Five seconds ago, I was completely on board with the hurry, hurry. But having Harlow’s hands on my bare skin for the first time makes me want to slow down.
“It’s crazy,” she murmurs, tracing my shoulders with her fingertips. “We’ve been all over each other for the last couple of days. Faking like we’ve been together this way. But it’s all new.”
“It is.” And not just that I’m finally able to run my thumb across the lush swell of her bottom lip. It’s that this feeling I have when I’m with her is new.
I’ve had girlfriends.
I’ve gotten caught up in women.
But this? This is different.
I want to tell her she’s special, drop the words like kisses across her body, let her see it in my eyes. But that’s not what tonight’s about. Until I convince her otherwise, tonight is about tonight.
Still trailing her fingertips across my skin, she brings her lips into the mix. The light scrape of her teeth. The smallest taste from her tongue.
“Harlow.”
She hums, sliding her arms around me and moving on to a slow, openmouthed exploration that’s so sweet and sexy, I have to clasp my hands behind my head to keep from grabbing her and tossing her onto the bed.
“You’re killing me with that mouth.”
Another soft hum. “Your body’s making me do it.”
Her kisses drift lower, and while I love the direction of her thoughts, it’s not what I want tonight.
“Come here,” I say, bringing her up. I gather the dress I’ve already taken more than my share of liberties with and draw it over her head, leaving her in a pale pink bra and matching panty set that’s fucking gorgeous against the darker hues of her skin.
“Beautiful.” For a guy who likes to use his mouth, it’s all I’ve got.
“You make me feel that way. You make me—” She shakes her head, looking at me with a mixture of heat and wonder that has me pulling her in for another kiss.
When I have her mouth beneath mine again, her soft moans slipping over my tongue, I wrap my arms around her and carry her to the bed.
I lay her down, pressing the condom from my wallet into her hand as I taste the spot beneath her jaw and skim the line of her collarbone with my nose. Nuzzling lower, I tease the swell of her breasts while easing the straps of her bra from one shoulder and then the other.
She reaches behind her for the clasp and then those silky cups fall away, freeing the full mounds.
So sexy.
I draw one tight, beaded nipple into my mouth, sucking and flicking until she’s arching beneath me, her knees sliding restlessly against my jeans.
“Naked,” she pants, making me grin when she starts working them down with her feet.
“Naked,” I agree, catching her panties as I back off the bed. And damn, the needy sound she makes when my cock springs free is about the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
Taking it in hand, I give myself a slow stroke to torture us both. Her mouth drops open and yeah, that does it. I’m back on the bed, crawling up her body. Groaning when she rises up, reaching for my kiss.
Our tongues glide together, wet and hot. Urgent.
I rock between her spread legs, coating my shaft with her need. Teasing her clit with the ridge of my cock and then dragging it back and forth through her folds until we’re slick, groaning, treading dangerously close to the line I never cross.
I won’t. I won’t.
Fuck—
I break away for the condom and then she’s pulling me back to her. Sucking on my tongue and moaning around mine. I press her knee up and open. Line up, so I’m right there. So close, I can feel the needy pulse of her body begging to take mine.
But I want the words.
“Tell me, Good Girl.”
Her breath is ragged, desperate. “Please.”
Please.
She’s killing me.
I push into her slippery, wet heat, clenching my jaw as she squeezes and hugs me. Pulls me deeper and gasps when she’s taken me as far as she can. Our eyes meet and hold, while I wait for her to adjust.
Another clingy grasp, and I start to move, slowly. Pulling back through that wet velvet grip, back, back, and then sliding in again, deep, deeper. She takes more of me this time, clenching around me when I bottom out.
And then we’re moving in time, straining together.
We’re all rolling hips and grasping hands, deep kisses, sweat-slicked limbs.
“You like that, Good Girl?” I ask, grinding deep and using my hips to stir inside her.
She nods, quick and desperate, her fingers gripping my shoulder and arm.
“You want more?” Shifting my weight to get a different angle, I give her a few shallow thrusts that hit another sweet spot. Watch as her mouth opens and closes in a silent plea.
She’s almost there.
“You want my cock so deep inside that sweet pussy you’ll feel me for days?”
The hard pulse of her body around mine gives me the answer even before she shudders out, “Y-yes.”
Getting closer.
I tease us both through another short thrust and then I give it to her.
Full length. Hard and deep. Burying myself so far inside I meet her throbbing little clit with my groin… and she comes apart for me, crying my name as her body grips mine like a fist, pulling me over the edge with her.
When we can breathe again, she turns to where I’m collapsed at her side. “You’ve got skills, Wade Grady.”
I grin, wiping my brow on the back of my arm. “You haven’t seen half of them yet.”