WHEN I CAME BACK upstairs to the bedroom, Harlow was nowhere to be found. I walked towards the bathroom stopping short of the door realizing she might be on the other side. Instead, I went back downstairs to the kitchen and was caught off guard at the sight of Harlow standing there wearing only a pair of black cotton panties and nothing else. Her back was to me, and her hair was piled up into a knot. Although I loved seeing the slope of her neck, I preferred when she wore her hair down, something about her long copper colored strands begged to be pulled and wrapped around my fist.
My eyes travelled down her back, pausing a moment at her perfectly sculpted ass. She rolled up to the balls of her feet and that drew my attention to her legs and those shapely calves. All those weeks, I’d waited much too long to have my hands on her body. Last night hadn’t been enough, it wasn’t near enough.
Patience flew out the window. Taking hurried steps across the wood floor to reach her, I needed to taste her, wanting to feel her skin in my hands.
My hand slipped between the fabric and her skin easing her panties down over the swell of her ass. She sucked in a breath, as a shiver raced over her body. Harlow gripped the edge of the counter when I pushed my fingers inside her, moving them in and out.
My hand wrapped around the base of her throat, pulling her mouth towards mine. I kissed her as hard as I fucked her with my fingers. Our tongues thrashed together, and she arched further into my touch.
“Oh my God, Grady,” she moaned.
I wanted to hear my name on her lips, just like that for the rest of my days. Curling my fingers inside her, I felt her walls begin to surge and contract.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop.” Her palms slapped against the counter when her final release arrived. Moans and curses bounced off the walls as Harlow rode my hand clinging to her orgasm.
“I’m not even close to stopping with you.”
She turned to face me, and I gripped her panties sliding them back up and over her ass. A lazy smile crossed her lips, as she leaned against the counter.
“Take your hair down.”
She reached up pulling the holder from her hair. Her silky strands fell in a sexy tangle around her shoulders. Harlow roped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer for a kiss. With our bodies pressed tightly together, I lifted her off the ground and she coiled her legs around my waist. Palming her ass, she flexed against my erection.
Harlow groaned at the contact, the sensation sparking between us was palpable, but I wasn’t about to have a quick fuck in the kitchen. Wasting no time, I carried her back up the stairs and down the hallway.
With her hands sliding into my hair and her tongue gliding against mine, it was a miracle I’d made it up the flight of stairs to the bedroom. Setting her feet to the ground, her nails scraped down my back sending a fine tremor of pleasure winding through me, touching every nerve in my body. I lifted my hands to her face, and kissed her, pouring into it everything I had—weeks’ worth of emotion.
“Grady,” she sighed, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Do you always walk around topless?” I asked, palming her tits in my hands.
Her lips pulled into a tiny smile. “Every other Sunday, sometimes on Thursdays, and definitely on holidays.”
“Damn, guess I just caught you on a rare occasion.”
I kissed across her chest licking the valley between her breasts. She moaned, and her nails scraped across my scalp.
“It was a special occasion, to seduce you.”
Laughing, I tipped my face to meet hers. “Your plan worked. I’m under your spell.”
Her palms smoothed over my shoulders and down my chest. “I’ve had this fantasy . . .” Her hazel eyes twinkling deviously.
I cocked a brow. “A fantasy, tell me more.”
Harlow gripped the hem of my t-shirt pulling it up over my stomach.
“Well,” she whispered. “It’s you, and then there’s me and we’re on a beach.”
I tugged my shirt up over my head and tossed it onto the floor. The two of us on a beach—outside. In public. This was a woman after my own filthy desires. If this fantasy was half as dirty as the ones I’d been conjuring in my head . . . fuck, the thought of her thinking of me and thinking naughty was enough.
“I had this fantasy that you and I were on a location shoot in the Caribbean . . .”
The words rolled off her tongue with a heated rasp. I nipped and kissed her skin, breathing in the lavender scent that lingered. I kissed her everywhere I could reach without dropping to my knees. At my height of six foot she was two inches shorter than me.
“During the shoot, we remained completely professional but when the cameras stopped rolling. That’s when you and I would, well, you get the gist.”
“I don’t want the gist, woman, I want every dirty detail or I can just make up some stuff and you can tell me if I’m making your fantasy come true. I’m up for the challenge either way.”
“I like the sound of that, surprise me.”
I pulled her panties to the side probing my fingers against her, dragging the slickness up and over her ass and then slipping my finger inside her. “I want you to come all over my cock, beautiful.”
In a blur of movements, I had us stripped out of what little clothing we were both wearing and dragged her up the middle of my bed. Possessiveness took hold, and I pinned her beneath me. My tongue traced her nipple as her nails scraped up my back. Her flavor filled my senses while my teeth nipped over her skin.
I pushed up and stared down at her for a moment. “You are so beautiful.” And it was the moment I’d been fantasizing about—all those auburn waves fanned out over pillows and it was better than I fucking imagined.
My fingers thrust deep inside her, pumping in and out. “Oh God, Grady. Oh God. Oh God.”
I twisted my fingers, hitting all the right spots. On a cry of my name, her hips shot up off the bed. I wanted all her screams. I wanted all her moans. I wanted to fuck her until neither of us could see straight. My hand flew to the nightstand where I grabbed the condoms I put there last night. Yeah, I was a man with a plan.
“Fucking you now, beautiful,” I said as I rolled the condom down my shaft.
I spread her legs wide, nudging her wet center, teasing her with the tip of my cock before slamming into her, giving her the fucking of her life. I’d taken my time with her last night but now I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be inside Harlow.
“Fuck, yes. Yes!”
Her nails dug into my biceps as I pounded into her. “Grady. Oh my God. Grady!”
Harlow chanted my name over and over making me feel like a king, a god even. I kissed her neck, nibbling that soft spot under her ear.
“Please, oh, don’t stop.”
My hands gripped her hips as I drove into her unleashing everything I had, giving her exactly what she needed. Fuck. She felt so fucking good. An orgasm stirred at the base of my spine. Her walls tightened around my cock and I knew that she was close too.
“Harlow, let go, sweetheart.”
My name spilled from her lips on a long moan. I tilted my hips towards her clit going deeper. The spasms of her orgasm rippled around my cock.
“Grady, yes,” she whimpered, her body jerking beneath me. My hips rolled against her, and she rocked against me in response. My orgasm erupted taking us both over edge—her again.
“Holy fuck, you’re amazing,” she said, trying to regain her breathing.
I leaned down pressing my chest to hers, my cock still pulsing inside her body. She pulled my face to hers for a long slow kiss.
“Yeah, we’re definitely doing that again.”
A warm lazy smile appeared on her lips. She was perfect—undeniably sexy. I disentangled our bodies, and rolled out of the bed to discard the condom.
“Yeah, I think I’d like to do that again,” she said, rolling onto her stomach. I watched as she shoved a hand through her hair sliding it all to one side.
I eyed her, trying to get a read on what she wanted. Just sex? We had chemistry, that was clear, but I wasn’t going to push her into anything she didn’t want.
Leaning down, I pressed my fists to the bed. “You want to go again right now, sweetheart? I’m game.”
Harlow rolled up to her knees, dragging the sheet across her body. My eyes met hers, when her fingers slid through my chest hair. “Maybe, but first let’s chat about this arrangement you mentioned before.”
“You’re considering being my fake girlfriend. The sex sealed the deal, huh?”
Ignoring my question, she asked one of her own. “What should the rules . . . terms be?”
Rule one, you only fuck me.
“I think the terms should be simple. Attend events together. A few date nights or days, causal encounters like coffee shop dates, trips to the farmers’ market or working out. Trips like this, I think the Caribbean is a must. And you’re definitely going to be my date for Ronan Connolly’s wedding in August.”
That sated smile returned to her lips. “Do you really think we could convince people that we’re in a relationship?”
“After what we just did, I don’t see how it’s not possible. We have chemistry, Harlow.”
“And you’re a good actor.”
“Just good?” I joked, climbing back onto the bed, and dragging Harlow down with me. “I don’t believe I’ll have to do any acting with you.”
Where Harlow was concerned, this wasn’t an act. Although, I wasn’t completely sure what I was doing, but for now I didn’t need to have the entire plan rolled out. My fingers mapped along the curve of her hip. What I did know, is that I didn’t want to move from this spot—maybe for the rest of the summer.