Page 26 of Believing in You

Harrison dabbed at the corners of his eyes and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his T-shirt. “Yeah,” he said, clearing his throat as he stared at her, not missing the naughtiness swimming in her eyes. “You caught me off guard, but to answer your question. My favorite sexual position is any way I’m buried deep inside of you.”

Nyla’s eyes grew huge, and her mouth hung open.

“Umm…okay,” she said, and lowered her long lashes demurely. Harrison didn’t miss the sly smile playing on her tempting lips.

He was sure she hadn’t expected that response, but he meant it. When they finally made love, he had no doubt they were going to be electrifying together. This thing between them, this remarkable, mind-blowing, magnetic pull between them was like nothing he’d ever felt. It was exciting while also being scary as hell.

Nyla still didn’t respond to his comment. Instead, she drained her wine glass. If she’d been trying to turn him on with her words, her questions, and even her innocent—not so innocent—expressions, it was working.

When he invited her over to his place, it had only been under the purest of intentions, but the more time they hung out, the more those intentions were shifting.

“Kissing in the rain or kissing in a movie theater?” she asked, as if she hadn’t just sent his mind on a free-fall, wondering what it would be like to make love to her.

“Hold up. You know it’s my turn to ask a question,” he said, turning more to face her. “What’s your favorite sexual position?”

She nibbled on her lower lip, again looking like she was struggling not to smile. “I’m not sure, yet. Hopefully I’ll find out soon.”

Harrison’s dick twitched. If that wasn’t an invitation, he didn’t know what was. It was taking all his restraint not to ravish her body, but he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until he shared his truth. No matter how emotionally painful it might be, she deserved to know who she was getting involved with.

As if sensing the route his thoughts had taken, Nyla squeezed his thigh. The heat from her touch, even through his jeans, sent an electric current shooting over his skin. It had been a long time since he’d wanted a woman as bad as he wanted this beauty sitting next to him.

Soon. Even if it didn’t happen tonight, they’d be intimate soon. Of that he had no doubt.

“Now answer my question. Kissing in the rain or kissing in a movie theater?”

“In a movie theater,” he said, clearing his throat that had suddenly gone dry. “I wouldn’t want to get my hair wet,” he cracked, and ran his hand over his low haircut. She burst out laughing, and he loved the throaty sound of it. “What about you?”

“In the rain,of course.” She grinned and shrugged. “I’m a romantic, and I don’t care if my hair gets wet.”

“Seriously? You don’t care if your hair gets wet?”

“Nope.”

“And you would risk getting soaked and catching pneumonia?”

“Yup. I’m a risk taker. What can I say? And I’m all for a good,wetkiss.”

“So am I,” Harrison said and slid his hand behind her neck, then covered her mouth with his.

He was game for any type of kiss, wet or otherwise, just as long as the lips touching his belonged to Nyla. Harrison had been wanting to taste her again since arriving at his place, and he was glad she was a willing participant. Her natural sweetness combined with the earthiness of the red wine on her tongue were like an aphrodisiac making him dizzy with desire.

The slow, drugging kiss was as challenging as it was rewarding because Harrison wanted her naked. He wanted to feel, kiss, and touch every part of her luscious body, but the voice in the back of his head screamed—not yet! Not before she knew more about him. He wanted her to have all the information before she decided whether to take a chance on him.

Yet, he couldn’t pull away. She tasted too good. Instead, he lifted her onto his lap, and Nyla’s arms immediately went around his neck. Their kiss had started out slow but with each lap of their tongues, soul-reaching pleasure stirred within him.

Harrison eased her onto the floor and covered her with his body without breaking their connection.Gawd, this woman. She kissed him with a hunger that rivaled his, and their moans mingled, filling the quietness in the room.

As he loved on her mouth, Harrison slid his hand under her shirt and found her skin was as soft as he imagined it would be. Yeah, this was what he wanted. His hand moved up to cup her breast, and Nyla ground against him.

Damn she felt incredible, and his senses went into overdrive, while that nagging voice inside his head kept screaming at him. Harrison ignored it. He moved his lips to her jaw, then beneath her ear, and on down to her scented neck.

“I want you,” he murmured against her smooth skin as he tweaked her pert nipple through the satiny fabric. Nyla cried out, and that only turned Harrison on more.

Frantically, he lifted her shirt higher and then her bra. It was as if her perky nipples were begging for attention, and he didn’t want to disappoint. His mouth covered one while his fingers tweaked the other.

“Oh, God. Harrison,” Nyla whimpered and squirmed.

Her hands gripped the back of his head, holding him in place, while her lower body bucked against him. He licked, sucked, teased, and gently bit down on her nipple before moving to the other one. While his tongue swirled around the dark bud, he cupped her other breast, squeezing.

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