Page 274 of Obsession
They were tears of amusement, but they had the power to ruin my makeup. V shook her head and another fit of laughter overcame us both.
“What? Is it stuck?” I heard Harris on the other side.
The handle soon moved and in came a version of Harris that weakened my knees.
V had said he would pull me into his room… no, I would pull him.
It was official, I couldn’t stop myself when he was wearing those fucking pants, but now it was even worse than before because he had a holster strapped to his thigh.
With a gun in it.
I swallowed, but not because I was scared.
He wore combat boots that ended above the ankle and a very tight tank top that showed all the tattoos on his arms, and the eagle on his check protruded from the neckline. His hair was wet and pushed back, while a few strands fell rebelliously over his forehead.
But the tattoo on the side of his neck was still… unreal.
He was beautiful, sexy and lethal, all rolled into one.
Even Jay was staring at him.
When I looked Harris in the eye, he stood frozen in the doorway, his hand still gripping the handle.
“Fuck,” he whispered, analyzing me from top to bottom without blinking.
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
“So, what do you think?” V asked with a cheeky tone as she pointed at me.
He released the handle and strode towards me.
God, hold me steady.
His shower gel mixed with his cologne lingered in the air, and he smelled so good. We were almost the same height now, and I liked that I could look him in the eye better in high heels.
He said nothing, and I bit my lip and began to get restless.
My patience was at an end.
“Say something, can’t you see the poor girl is tense?” V scolded him, and I agreed with her.
“She’s not a girl,” he whispered barely audibly as he took my hand in his, “she’s a goddess.”
Every muscle in my body quivered, and V winked devilishly at me from behind.
“Can you and your goddess go to your room? I’m kinda busy here,” Jay cleared his throat.
“Don’t ruin the moment,” V punched his shoulder.
I giggled, and Harris leaned down, picked me up bridal style, and carried me out of their room.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he kicked the door shut, still pressing his lips to mine, “so sexy,” he continued as he sat me down on the desk, “and you’re mine.”
The lustful groan that escaped his throat made me shudder as his tongue tangled with mine in a lethal dance, and I struggled not to shove my hands into his hair and ruin it. Somehow he managed to get himself between my legs as he pushed my dress up and slid his hands underneath.
“And you’re mine,” I whispered back, leaning down to kiss the tattoo he’d done for me.
His skin was still red and sensitive, but the swelling had gone down and it was getting more beautiful.