Felicity

He drove fast, but with enough confidence that I felt safe in the passenger seat. I was so focused on watching him drive, that I didn’t notice where he was taking me. Fifteen minutes later, I was surprised to see him pull into a gated drive.

“Where are we?” I asked as he pushed a button on the visor and the doors swung open to allow us through.

“My home.”

The two-story, sprawling, stone structure looked more like a small hotel than a house. “The home goes with the name and the car, too. But—”

He reached for my hand and swept his thumb back and forth across my palm. “There’s nothing to be scared about, Felicity. I’m not going to try anything except what I promised—a hot meal so I don’t spend the night wondering if you went to bed hungry.”

Being bounced around foster homes had made me a fairly good judge of people, and I found myself trusting him. So, I let him help me out of his car and lead me into his home. I tried not to gawk too much as I followed him towards the back of the house and into the kitchen. When he pulled out a stool at the island counter, I sat on it and stared at him as he yanked off his suit jacket and vest, rolling up his sleeves. He looked less imposing that way. Younger. A little more approachable. But no less hot than I’d thought him to be when I’d spotted him in the bar.

He twisted his wrist and checked his watch. “I only have about eight minutes left. Luckily for me, the chef was here this afternoon and stocked the fridge up for the week.”

I shouldn’t have been shocked by his casual mention of a chef, considering his house and car, but I was. Then he opened one of the doors on his stainless-steel refrigerator, and my jaw practically fell to the floor. It was jam packed with what seemed like an endless supply of clear containers filled with every food imaginable.

“Do you have any food allergies?”

“Nope.”

“What’s your favorite—chicken, steak, pork, or seafood?”

“Steak. Definitely steak.”

He pulled two containers out, popped the lids off, and placed them in the stainless-steel microwave. After setting the timer to six minutes, he rested his forearms against the counter while he faced me.

I wrinkled my nose. “Won’t nuking the steak ruin it?”

“Probably.” He reached out and ran a finger down my nose, smoothing out the skin. “But it has a convection oven setting, and that’s what I’m using.”

“Fancy,” I laughed.

“I like having the best.” He eyed me up and down, and I had a feeling he included me in that assessment. It made me feel like a fraud because there was no way he’d think that about me if he knew I was a seventeen-year-old foster kid. I took a deep breath to settle my nerves as he reached up to grab two wine glasses and set them on the counter. “Red okay with you?”

“Could I have a water or diet soda instead? I’m not much of a drinker.”

“Of course!” He flashed me a blinding smile. “If you’re not big on bars and don’t like to drink, what brought you out tonight?”

“My friend talked me into it.”

He set a tall glass filled with ice and a can of soda in front of me. “You didn’t look like you were having much fun with your friends.”

“They’re more her friends than mine,” I admitted softly. I tilted my head and offered him a small smile. “You were watching me closely enough to notice I wasn’t having a good time?”

“From the moment you walked in the door.”

“Wow.” It slipped out before I could stop it, and my cheeks filled with heat. I was saved by the chime of the timer and shook my head to try to clear it when he turned away to pull the containers out of the oven. I moaned when I took my first bite; the food tasted better than any other meal that I’d eaten before. “Double wow.”

“Told you I could do better than fast food.”

“Way better.”

He watched me while I ate, those dark eyes following each time my fork moved from my plate to my mouth. When I finished what he’d served me, he pushed his half-eaten plate my way.

“I couldn’t.”

“You can,” he insisted, taking my fork from my hand and feeding me himself.

“I’m stuffed,” I sighed after another ten bites and a gulp of my soda to wash it all down.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Even though I was full, I was tempted to say no because having him feed me was incredibly sexy. I’d turned down the wine and hadn’t had anything at the bar, but I still felt drunk. Which meant I had nothing to blame for what I did next except for the chemistry sizzling between us. Leaning forward, I craned my neck and kissed Harrison’s cheek. “Thank you for taking such good care of me tonight.”

The fork clattered when he dropped it on the plate. Then his strong hands gently cradled my cheeks as he returned my kiss with one of his own—only it wasn’t the soft peck I’d given him. He captured my lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with mine when I gasped in surprise.

“Fuck,” he groaned when he broke the kiss. “I shouldn’t be doing this. You’re so goddamn young.”

If only he knew exactly how young, he’d run in the opposite direction. I didn’t want that to happen, so I kept my mouth shut and let him assume I was at least old enough to get into the bar legally. I had enough serious stuff barreling my way in the real world soon; I didn’t want anything to pop the bubble I was in with him in that moment.

So, I didn’t let it. Instead, I reached up and gripped his head to pull him down for another kiss. This time when he tore his mouth away from mine, it wasn’t to tell me why we shouldn’t be doing this. It was to lift me into his arms and carry me out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into a large bedroom. He tossed me onto my back and crashed down on top of me. His warm fingers crept up my thigh, traced over the side of my panties at my hip, and worked their way under the material of the dress that was bunched up around my waist.

“So fucking soft,” he murmured in my ear, licking around it and making me shudder.

I tugged on his shirt, determined to have the chance to touch him too. He let me drag it over his head, and I groaned when I saw all those ridges. I wanted to trace each and every one of them with my tongue. “Oh, my. You have abs for days.”

“And I bet your tits are absolutely perfect.” He shoved my dress even higher. I should have been embarrassed since nobody had ever seen my naked body except for me, but I was too turned on to be shy.

“Ohmigosh,” I moaned when he sucked a nipple into his mouth. I felt each tug of his lips deep in my core. My legs slid together restlessly, as I tried to ease the unfamiliar ache between them.

“Fuck, honey. I need more. I want your taste in my mouth.” His hands slid down to my thighs and squeezed. I parted them, my drenched panties the only thing between my drenched pussy and his hungry gaze. They didn’t last long, though, before he ripped them from my body. Then his head bent low and his tongue swiped between my pussy lips, stroking upwards to circle my clit.

“Harrison,” I gasped.

“Yeah?” His dark eyes lifted to look up at me.

“More.”

“My pleasure, honey.” He proceeded to show me how much satisfaction he took from licking me—and how much he could give with just his tongue. He kept at me until I was writhing beneath him. When he added a finger, working it into my pussy while he circled my clit with his tongue, I flew over the edge. My legs tightened around his head, and he licked me through my climax. His finger continued to work me until he could add a second.

“You’re so damn tight. I can’t wait to feel your wet heat wrapped around my cock.”

I let my legs fall open wider in invitation. But when I felt his hard length at my entrance, I froze. Harrison felt it and stopped, his dark eyes searching my face. “Tell me you want this as much as I do, Felicity. I need to hear you say the words.”

“Yes, Harrison. I want you. I want this.” And I did. I might not have any idea what I was going to do or where I was going to live a few months from now, but I wanted to live in the moment and grab the happiness I felt in his arms.

With his eyes locked on mine, he surged deep in one powerful thrust. “Felicity,” he growled. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I was biting my bottom lip, trying to stop the tears from leaking out but it wasn’t working. They trailed down my cheeks anyway.

“Shit, honey. I’m so sorry. Shhh, it’s okay,” he murmured, holding perfectly still.

I felt like my body was about to split apart, and the pain was wreaking havoc on my emotions. “Are you mad at me?”

“Fuck no,” he reassured me. “Knowing I was the first man to sink inside you wouldn’t have stopped me. I just would have been a little more careful so it didn’t hurt you as much.”

“It’s already getting better.”

He swiveled his hips in a small circle. “Still okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” I moaned at the pleasure his movement sent sparking through my body.

“Thank fuck cause just feeling your virgin pussy wrapped tight around my cock has me almost ready to blow. I don’t want to go yet. Not without you.”

He began to move inside me, slowly pumping his hips with shallow thrusts. It felt like it went on forever at that steady pace until I felt myself getting wetter and it got easier for him to drive in and out. The tension started to build inside me, until my back was bowed and my toes were digging into the mattress.

“Now, honey. Come for me,” he ordered, hammering deep with his thumb pressed against my clit.

I splintered apart, screaming his name. He continued to thrust into me, over and over again until his body stiffened above mine and he groaned in my ear. We stayed wrapped around each other, and I wished it could last forever. But eventually Harrison drifted off to sleep, and I caught sight of the clock on his nightstand. It was almost one o’clock. It was past time for me to slip out of the fantasy Harrison had woven around me and head back to my reality.