CHAPTER NINE - ABIGAIL
The feel of Harley’s soft, but lips underneath mine sent tingling sensations throughout my body. He tasted of fresh air when he kissed me back before going still. I could feel every inch of his strong body pressed up against mine— not to mention the quickly growing hardness pressed against my inner thigh. I inhaled sharply at the sheer size and hardness of him.
I expected Harley to push me away. I expected him to berate me on crossing a line by practically seducing him because I wanted to see if he returned the attraction. There were no doubts lingering in my mind now.
I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose when I felt the strong muscles in Harley’s shoulders shift beneath my fingers. I made a move to pull back after a few seconds of Harley laying utterly motionless beneath me until a hand shot out to curl around the back of my neck. His lips were moving against mine fervently then. One hand found its way to rest on top of the bare skin of my thigh. A gasp escaped my lips when fingers slowly smoothed their way up to the rest on my hip.
The tip of Harley’s tongue slipped through my lips to tangle with mine in a dominant dance. The taste of him overwhelmed me in every literal sense. He tasted so good that I couldn’t even think straight. I felt the tension leave him beneath me.
The kiss quickly escalated with expert ease from Harley’s lips coaxing mine into a passionate dance that caused my stomach to flip. He kissed me long and hard with his other hand rubbing at my right hip sensually until I realized with a jolt that he was coaxing our hips into a slow grind.
The thin fabric of my shorts didn’t help matters either. I could feel the sheer heat radiating off the hardness that strained against my core. A tingling sensation started in my lower stomach and liquid coated my sex.
Harley’s strong arms circled me, tugging me closer to him. I buried my fingers into the short strands of his trimmed hair while our tongues fought for control. Then, in the next instant, I found myself on the hot patio floor with Harley leaning on his knees between my legs. My heart slammed hard into my rib cage as he leaned back over me, hips pressing against mine, and kissed me deeply.
The intimacy of it shook me. I was torn between going mad with desire from the way Harley’s hands felt on my legs and wanting to slow it down. That last part faded away when Harley’s lips started to trail hot kisses down the curve of my neck while one of his hands skimmed the bottom of my rib cage. A garbled gasp left my lips when the tips of fingers brushed the underside of my breast before teasing the sensitive tip that strained against the fabric of my shirt.
“Harley,” I panted, arching up against that hand as yearning took over. “Please. I—”
His lips bit down hard on the curve of my shoulder and neck. Hips pressed up against mine; I could feel his arousal rubbing against me in such a way that it left me hot and desperate for something more. I craved more, and when his hand reached up to completely cup my right breast, I let my head fall back against the hard floor with a whimper.
I heard a muffled and low groan come from deep within Harley’s throat. I arched up against him to be closer.
“Abi?”
We both froze at the sound of Libby’s voice. Footsteps approached from the other side of the balcony where our room was at.
“Fuck,” Harley whispered and quickly lifted himself from me right as Libby turned the corner to find us.
Libby froze as I quickly scrambled up onto trembling legs while straightening out my crumpled shirt. My lips still tingled from those bruising and deep kisses. I couldn’t look at either one of them— especially Libby because I knew she had a smirk on her face.
“I’ll be in my room,” Harley said, tightly. “Don’t leave the hotel without telling me.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Libby said.
The teasing only added to the awkwardness that was quickly rising. I refused to look up until I heard Harley’s door shut before Libby swept me up into an endless sea of questions.
“Holy shit, girl. What the hell were you two doing out here?”
“Nothing,” I mumbled, trying to get control over myself again. “Please don’t make it a big deal, Libby.”
Libby wrapped an arm around my shoulders. My cheeks burned when I looked up at her to see her smiling at me.
“You go, girl. That guy is wrapped around you.”
“He is not!”
“Oh, trust me,” she said, seriously, “I saw that look. If I wouldn’t have come out here when I did…”
“It’s a good thing you did,” I said, dizzy with the idea of what could’ve happened. “Things just got of control is all. That’s what happened.”
“It’s not a bad thing to want someone. No need to be ashamed of it.”
“I’m not ashamed of it. I’m just—”
I had no idea what I felt. My body felt wound up so tightly that a painful ache filled the center of me. I couldn’t shake off how delicious it had felt to have Harley’s hands roving all over me as though he was trying to memorize every curve. It felt good to be wanted for once without fear of repercussion.
“I won’t push you into doing something you don’t want to do,” Libby said. “If you really want things to progress with Harley again, I have a suggestion for you to sink a hook into him if you’re interested.”
She grinned wickedly at me. I had no idea what she was thinking, but curiosity got the better end of me. “What is your suggestion?”
“Don’t freak out when I tell you,” Libby said, and cupped both my cheeks before leaning in to whisper into my ear. “Get yourself off tonight where he can see you. It’ll help release some tension, but I can tell you right now that it’ll drive him crazy in all the best ways.”
Libby shrugged her shoulders. “It was just a suggestion, but I promise you, you can. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but it’ll drive him crazy. So if you want to drive him crazy…” She paused and wagged her eyebrows at me. “Then do it.”
***
It was well past midnight when I finally kicked back the sheets and blankets to my bed with a resigned sigh. It was utterly useless trying to sleep since my mind kept replaying what had happened. My muscles felt tight and coiled underneath the heat of my skin.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt. I glanced over at Libby who was fast asleep in her bed before slowly slipping out to not stir her. The stars were twinkling brightly when I stepped outside into the warm night. I could hear the faint chatter of voices nearby, but I slowly made my way to the lounge chair that sat directly in front of Harley’s patio. A growing shrub covered part of the lattice. I sat down on the warm cushions.
I heard the gentle click of Harley’s patio door open, so quiet that I had strained to hear it. Go figure he would come out to see what I was doing if he heard the patio door open in my and Libby’s room.
Do it. That wicked side of me craved release now that I knew Harley was going to see me. I sucked in a deep breath before reaching down to slip my hand between my legs. The first brush of my fingers brought a surprising jolt of heat through me. I let out a trembling breath as I rubbed in that familiar rhythm that I knew would release me quickly.
Through the hood of my eyes and the dark shadows of the night, I could faintly see the outline of his thick body next to lattice. Completely frozen. He was watching, and not showing any signs of wanting to walk away.
I imagined those calloused, but tender fingers instead of my own rubbing hard at the bundle of nerves. Wetness coated my fingers. I let that memory of hardness pressing up against me overwhelm me until I was moaning softly as my release dangled in front of me teasingly. Chewing on my bottom lip, I imagined Harley’s lips on my own as he rubbed up against me with a groan of earnest.
Pleasure coiled in my stomach. The bundle of nerves against my fingers twitched helplessly before I collapsed on the lounge chair as an intense orgasm crashed over me in a violent and hard wave. I moaned loudly, wanting him to hear me. A trickle of sweat ran down my neck as I straightened up slowly, panting as my pleasure points throbbed deliciously. I looked up toward the lattice casually as possible, but my heart sank in disappointment.
Harley’s outline was already gone.
I smoothed a hand through my hair nervously. I had a gut feeling that I had just started a very erotic game with the bodyguard my Dad hired to protect me.
Now, who would protect me from him? No one, I’d hoped.