Page 100 of The Woman Left Behind

I shivered, wanting that “someday” to be now.

On that thought, I let my hands roam his skin.

He was so warm and hard everywhere, but his skin was so soft.

Harry settled his head back on the pillows, offering, “I’ll take you there, honey, if you want me to, be happy to do that for you, but I’m not going there.”

My hands stilled. “What if I want to take you there?”

And I did. Big time. Since it felt like I’d been wanting Harry Moran for a lifetime.

But especially now, considering I knew how long it had been for him.

I mean, I pretty much thought he held some sorcery, because he was just that magnificent, but that was a super long wait for anybody.

“I know you want to take me there,” Harry replied. “I hope you know how hard it is to deny letting you do it. But it can’t happen now.”

He pressed into me so I fell to my back and his long, strong body was mostly on top of mine.

“This position doesn’t help, Harry,” I informed him.

Another chuckle, this one lower, sexier, which also didn’t help.

Then he said, “Let’s get you through the next couple of days.”

I huffed.

“If I can make it, you can make it,” he challenged.

“It really is inconvenient, the strong handle you have on your ethics and morals,” I grumbled.

He kissed my neck and said there, “Promise to make it worth it.”

“Again, not helping, Harry Moran,” I told the dark ceiling.

The shadow of his head obscured that view. “You’ve lived too long with questions, now you have an answer. I know how that answer feels, especially considering the permanence of it. The fact there’s nothing you can do to change it. The fact you’d give everything to change it. Now I’m asking you to trust me to navigate you through the worst of it.”

Well, that put a damper on the raging libido ignited by having Harry’s partially clothed body in my bed.

“I’m sorry you lost her,” I whispered.

“I know you are, baby.”

“Even if it means, if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry you understand what I’m going through too, losing Winnie, and your mom.”

“I know, Lilly.”

“And I’m not going to think you’re taking advantage,” I assured him. “In fact, I’m worried you’ll think I’m taking advantage of you.”

I watched his shadowed head twitch. “Taking advantage of me?”

“Dragging your uniforms here, your dogs here, sixty pounds of dog food.”

“Lilly—”

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