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I gasped. “You looked through her phone?”
“No, I asked your Aunt Rhonda for it so I could text you my number in case Dini made any more escapes,” he explained with a grin as his hand ran down my bare arm.
The rough texture of his fingertips left a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Tingles swarmed through me, like bees around a hive. A shiver raced down my spine, and I told myself that I needed to go back up on the dock where there were more people. If not, I didn’t trust myself not to do something that could get me arrested.
I’d never been tempted to have sex in a public place before. Even my people-pleasing self couldn’t take the risk of being caught for my college boyfriend, and that was his kink.
“I didn’t like seeing you with Lyons tonight,” his deep voice gritted out.
My first impulse was to say that I was sorry, but I stopped myself. His feelings on the subject were not my responsibility. I hadn’t done anything wrong.
“And I don’t like thinking about you having your first kiss with someone else under here.” The back of his knuckles brushed along my jawline, and I automatically closed my eyes. “Your cheeks are flushed.”
“I had a sweet tea earlier. They get like that when I drink.”
“You’re saying that you’re blushing because you had a drink two hours ago?”
“Yep.”
“It’s not because you’re turned on?” he argued.
“Nope,” I lied.
He took a step closer to me as his hand gripped my hip, and then started moving lower down my outer thigh. I could feel the heat of his palm through the thin cotton material of my dress. I tilted my head back to see him staring down at me.
“So you're telling me if I slid my hand up your dress and felt your panties, they wouldn’t be wet?”
There was a voice in my head screaming for me to walk away. To go back up on the boardwalk. I could hear the sounds of people above us. This was dangerous. Harlan was dangerous. He’d unlocked a side of me that I never knew existed. It was unnerving and also really hot.
“I don’t know,” I breathed. “There’s one way to find out.”
He moaned as he shifted, squeezing his thigh between my legs and placing his foot between my feet. His hand slid under the hem of my skirt and dipped beneath my panties. I gasped ashis fingers grazed my clit and began to stroke up and down my sex, sliding easily from the arousal coating my folds.
Leaning down, his lips brushed the rim of my ear as he whispered, “Did the sweet tea make your pussy wet, or was it me?”
“You,” I whispered, as he lifted his head and looked down at me. “It was you.”
The cocky, satisfied grin that spread on his face should have turned me off, but it didn’t. In fact, it did the opposite. When he started to remove his hand, on instinct, I reached out and grabbed his wrist, holding it in place. His eyes widened slightly, and his jaw ticked.
“Please,” I begged as desperation consumed me.
The groan that ripped from his chest as he kept his hand between my legs only turned me on more. He began to grind the base of his palm against my clit as he teased my opening before pushing two fingers inside of me.
My knees buckled as I reached out and grabbed his upper arms, and a whimper of pleasure escaped from me. He leaned down and claimed me in an all-consuming kiss, swallowing my cry. His tongue masterfully explored the recesses of my mouth as I clung to him and rocked my hips against his hand.
As the kiss intensified, so did the sensations running through me. Every cell in my body began to pulse rapidly. Every nerve ending was electrified. My heart beat erratically as the pleasure built to a nearly unbearable level.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, that it was too much, tremors began to shake in my core as my climax surged through me. My inner muscles milked his fingers as they continued to draw out my sensual gratification. Behind my eyelids, flashes of light exploded. A rush of warmth erupted like a volcano, spreading lava-bliss through me before all of the tension drained from my limbs.
Harlan broke our kiss and began to press his lips to my neck as he slowly moved his hand from between my legs.
“I missed you,” I panted as I recovered.
“Good,” he rasped.
I couldn’t help but smile. I loved that he wanted me to miss him. I loved that he’d spent the evening on the bench. And I loved that he’d texted me to meet him under the dock so he could make me come so hard I saw stars.
I might even love Harlan Mitchell. If that was the case, it was a much bigger problem than I was ready to admit.
