Page 153 of The Woman Left Behind

He didn’t even look at my body. He came in for another kiss, and I hadn’t found myself in the seconds our lips weren’t fused, but I lost myself in his kiss again anyway.

His mouth moved from mine, down my neck, my chest, his hand curled around my breast, his lips closed over my nipple, and he drew so deeply, my pussy clenched, my back arched, and I whimpered.

He sucked and he sucked, and he sucked harder as I moaned, gliding my fingers in his hair, eventually losing control as the sensations he was causing overwhelmed me, and I fisted it in my fingers.

He moved to the other breast and did the same, his thumb dragging roughly across the nipple he left behind, doing this over and over again.

Oh my God, I was going to come with just this.

On that thought, Harry returned his attention to my mouth, and he was kissing me dizzy again, but his hand was tracking with intent over my ribs, the swell of my belly, and he didn’t mess around. No teasing, he dug right into the waistband of my panties, over the triangle of hair, and his fingers slid through my drenched folds.

Sensation rocketing through me, I mewed, but Harry growled at encountering what he was doing to me, and his weight left me.

I made a noise of protest that was cut short as, with no ado whatsoever (delicious!), Harry dragged my cute panties down my legs and threw them off the bed.

And then I watched in stupefied, turned-on fascination as his upper body undulated in a downward motion at the same time he grabbed the backs of my thighs.

He ended up on his stomach on the bed, my thighs thrown over his shoulders, I got a single second of the ridiculously sexy vision of his thick dark hair between my legs, then his mouth was on me.

I dug my heels in his back, my head in the pillows as Harry went at me with his mouth.

And that was the only way to describe it.

He went at me.

Good Lord.

He really knew how to do this.

“Harry,” I panted, squirming and arching and rubbing against him.

It was going to happen, I was going to come, and it was going to be insane.

Harry stopped eating me.

No!

My head shot up.

“Honey,” I whimpered.

“Shh,” he soothed, now even sexier, looking up my body at me, the brown in his eyes liquid chocolate. He was using one finger to circle my clit in a maddening way that was both sweet and hot, but not hot enough.

“I—”

He dipped in again and fed.

Yes.

It didn’t take long before he took me there again.

And right before I slid over the edge, he stopped, moved up and kissed my mound.

And again, my head shot up.

“Baby,” I begged.

He grinned.

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