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And it was snapping my restraint.
Chapter Fifteen
HARLEY
“Where do you want me?” His voice was raspy and full of desire, sending a chill down my spine as he nipped my bottom lip, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh.
“Everywhere, Easton. I don’t just want you; I need you everywhere,” I begged in a whisper, pushing my breasts against his chest, needing to relieve the burning ache that thrummed through my entire body. I needed him to soothe the burn with his touch and his alone.
His hands cradled my face, fingers sinking into my hair, tightening his grip on me, I wanted to weep with relief, but as he took my mouth in a searing kiss, fireworks exploded behind my closed eyes, and my body came alive beneath his touch.
His lips, his touch, his heat—everything that was Easton sent my mind into overdrive. Warmth pooled between my thighs, and desire for this beautiful man invaded every single one of my senses.
The brief moment was over when the oven’s buzzer blared, jolting us apart. I was cold without his hot hands on me and his body pressed to mine. He shook his head, taking a step away from me and towards the oven.
He opened the oven and reached in before I noticed his bare hands.
“Wait!” I jumped off the bar stool, knocking it over in my haste, and he stopped, turning to look at me in confusion. “Your hands.” I pulled open all the kitchen drawers until I found a pair of oven mitts and handed them to him.
He shook his head again and then placed the sizzling pizza onto the cool, marble counter. He dropped the mitts and gripped the counter. Dropping his head, he groaned.
“You are driving me fucking wild, Harley.” His voice was low, desire rippling through every word.
I wrapped both arms around his middle. Pressing my cheek to his broad back, I inhaled a shaky breath. Wordlessly working the buttons of his shirt with my fingers, I slowly undid each one until the shirt was hanging open and loose, and I trailed my hands up his arms, over his shoulders, pushing the shirt off until it dropped to the cool tile beneath my bare feet.
I slipped in front of him. His tan skin was covered in goosebumps, and he shuddered when I traced the first tattoo that caught my attention.
The black snake on his collarbone almost looked real, slithering through his skin, protecting him from evil. I touched it softly, and he sighed, his fingers regripping the counter, this time harder, the muscles in his biceps and shoulders bunching with his strength.
“Why a snake?” I whispered. Stepping onto my tiptoes, I leaned forward and brushed my lips to the intricate woven skin ink, and he groaned.
“It’s a symbol of virility, rebirth, and wisdom,” he stuttered when I traced my lips and tongue over the small snake.
“Virility for strength?” I whispered against his heated skin.
He looked down at me, the heated look in his hooded eyes causing a whole swarm of butterflies to take flight in my stomach.
“Among other things.” He grinned and dropped his hands, resting them on my hips, fingers digging into my skin through the thin material of my dress. “It also means a strong sex drive.” He winked at my gasp and flushed cheeks. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s a good thing for you.”
I swallowed, my eyes darting between his ocean-blue ones and his lips.
“Rebirth?” I tried to sort through my muddled thoughts and focused again on the tattoo.
“You have a lot of questions, little bird.” He dropped his head a little, and his lips skimmed my jawline, his hot tongue tasting my skin. “When I was first arrested, I was devastated, couldn’t believe my best friend could betray me, so I decided to change. I wasn’t going to be the orphan boy anymore.”
“Wisdom?”
“I won’t repeat the same mistakes again. I know better than to trust the first person to show me love and safety.”
I dropped my forehead to his bare chest, inhaling the scent of his skin. I had so much to learn about him, so many walls to climb if I was ever to win this beautiful man over and make him truly mine.
“You need to eat before the food gets cold,” he mumbled into my hair, but I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want another moment to end prematurely.
He gently pushed me back, but I leaned further into him. “No,” I mumbled into his skin, and he froze. “I’m not ready.”
“Ready for what, Harley?”
“For this moment to end.” His arms slid tightly around me, and I tried to memorize this moment, his strength wrapping around me, the smell of his cologne, the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek. Everything about this moment was perfect.
