“I’m not getting on your bike,” she hisses, trying to pull her hand free.
“Get on, Harmony.”
“No!” She tries to tug free, but I don’t let her go. Instead, I use her hand to pull her closer, then take her mouth, thrusting my tongue between her lips. Her free hand starts out trying to shove me off, but soon, she’s pressing her tits against my chest, trying to get closer.
Ripping my mouth from hers, I repeat, “Get on,” watching her eyelids flutter open.
Her eyes scan mine. I don’t know what she’s looking for, but she must find it.
“Fine,” she whispers, tossing her leg over the bike behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist.
Squeezing her bare thigh in silent approval, I let her go, start my bike, and then take off toward her place. Pulling into her driveway twenty minutes later, I park next to her car and wait for her to get off. By the time I shut down the engine and dismount, she’s up the steps and at the door. Widening my stride, I make it there as she bends to pick up Dizzy. As I step up behind her, I wrap my hand around her hip, forcing her inside a step so I can close the door behind me. The second I click the lock in place, her shoulders bunch and she steps away.
Fuck.
“Harmony,” I call, but she doesn’t turn to look at me. Instead, she shakes her head, goes to the glass door, and opens it up, letting Dizzy out. “Angel, look at me.” I watch her turn toward me slowly, and that’s when I see tears in her eyes. Seeing her attempt to blink them away, the anger sitting in my gut vanishes.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice comes out in a whisper. “I didn’t mean to do it. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
My brows pull together and I take a step toward her. “What are you talking about?”
“Ki—” She shakes her head. “Kissing you.” Her cheeks turn pink and she drops her eyes from mine. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I care about you, about our friendship. I shouldn’t have ruined that by kissing you. It was stupid. I’m so sorry.”
“Are you’re shitting me?” I growl in disbelief. She lifts her eyes to mine and they widen as I close the distance between us. “Babe, pretty sure you felt me participating in the first kiss, and you know I instigated the second one. So I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about right now.”
She blinks, looking adorably confused. “But….”
“Do you know how hard you made me? Know how badly I wanted to rip those fucking shorts down your thighs so I could bury myself inside you? I didn’t walk off because I didn’t want you. I walked off so I didn’t fuck you in front of a hundred people. I needed a minute to calm the fuck down.”
Her lips part, and I shake my head, ripping a hand through my hair in frustration.
“I know I shouldn’t have walked away without explaining that shit to you, but you shouldn’t have run off without giving me a chance. You also shouldn’t have run off, turned off your phone, and then ignored me when I came to your door.” I lean in and growl, “Repeatedly.”
“I…. I thought. I…” Her eyes close and she tips her head back toward the ceiling. “God, I’m an idiot.”
Taking another step toward her, I wrap my hand around her waist and her eyes open, meeting mine. “I should have made a move sooner.”
“What?”
“Do you know how hard it’s been, being around you and not touching you the way I want? How hard it’s been, keeping my hands to myself, when that’s not what I want? How hard it was for me not to claim you when your dad asked me what it is I’m doing with you?”
“What?” she repeats, this time with wonder.
“I didn’t want to scare you off. I knew if I came at you the way I wanted from the beginning, you would have shut me down,” I confess, and her eyes slide away, letting me know I was right thinking that. “I knew I was getting inside that head of yours, but until that kiss, I didn’t know I was already in there,” I emphasize the last words with a squeeze.
“I thought… I thought you just wanted to be friends,” she says, avoiding my gaze by looking at my collarbone.
“I do want to be your friend.” I get closer then lean down and place my mouth close to her ear. “I also want to fuck you.” Feeling her shiver, I slide my free hand around her and pull her fully into me. “Now tell me where do we stand, Harmony?”
“Where do we stand?” she repeats, slowly tipping her head back to look up at me. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, are we gonna keep pretending like this isn’t happening? Or are we going to take advantage of what we know we’ve got and move on to the next step?” I ask refusing to beat around the bush with her anymore since that shit obviously doesn’t work.
Her hands come up to rest against my abs. “Do you mean… like, being together… as in a couple?” she asks, and I dip my face closer to hers. So close, I feel her breath brush against my lips.
“I don’t give a fuck what label you put on us.”
“Oh,” she breathes.
“Are you in, or are you out?” I question, and her eyes flare with both fear and exhilaration.
“I’m in,” she replies, and that’s all I need to hear.
I use my arm around her back to pull her up against me, then take advantage of her parted lips. The moment my tongue touches hers, her hands slide up my abs and chest then clench my shoulders.
Fuck yes.
Hearing her whimper while her tongue toys with mine, I walk us backward toward the couch. The instant the back of my knees hit the cushion, I slide my hands down her sides, over her hips, and then grab two handfuls of the material there, yanking up the skirt of her dress, and falling back, bringing her down with me.
“Harlen.” Her lust-filled eyes meet mine and flash with worry.
“Just getting us comfortable, baby,” I tell her, grabbing her behind her knees and pulling her deeper into me. Once I have her where I want her, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck then slide my fingers up into her hair. “So fucking beautiful.” Her eyes flash again right before I pull her mouth back down to mine for another taste.
Feeling her rocking against me while she moans into my mouth has me just about coming in my jeans. Fuck, I knew it would be good when I got us where I wanted us to go, but I didn’t have a fucking clue it would be this good. Nipping her bottom lip, I pull her head back and study her face. So fucking gorgeous, not even an exaggeration. She’s perfect. I thought that the moment I saw her, but having her on my lap, her heat resting against me, her lips swollen, her cheeks pink, her eyes filled with desire, I’ve never seen anything more magnificent.
“Fuck me.” I pull her face forward and tuck it into my neck, willing my heart to stop hammering against my rib cage and my hard-on to die down.
“Are we stopping?” she asks, sounding disappointed, and I smile at the ceiling.
“Dizzy’s outside, door’s open, and I’m not fucking you for the first time on your couch,” I say. Then add, “Maybe the second.” Her head lifts away from my neck and our eyes meet. “Maybe the third, since I’ve thought about fucking you on the island more times than I’ve thought about fucking you on your couch.”
“Seems you’ve thought about…” She pauses rolling her lips together. “You know… a lot.”
“Needed something to keep me busy, since I wasn’t fucking you,” I explain, and her lips twitch.
“You’re not the only one,” she whispers, dropping her eyes to her hands that move to my jaw.
“Yeah? What have you thought about?” I question, and her head dips farther while her cheeks, which are already pink, darken.
“Just about us,” she answers vaguely.
Before I have a chance to question her further, Dizzy jumps up on the couch and fights his way between us to get to my jaw, where he always licks. Letting go of her hips, I grab hold of him, tuck him against my chest, and then order, “Hop off and lock the door, baby.”
Nodding, she scoots off my lap, giving me a glimpse of the sheer panties covering her pussy before she adjust her dress, and heads around the couch for the door.