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Good. That’s the Harris I want tonight. Unhinged Harris who will fuck me and make me forget about Peter.

Taking a deep breath, I turn my body to face him. His eyes are dark with lust as he watches me, lips parted waiting on bated breath for my response.

Can I say it, though? After everything we’ve been through, am I really okay using my ex, who I thought was the love of my life, as a rebound to get over my ex?

Because let’s be real, that’s what this would be. We have no future… I mean, maybe as friends. But not together anymore. I could never trust him after the way he broke my heart. But I could definitely let him fuck me, hopefully well enough to forget that I need to talk to Kelly tomorrow about a place to live.

“I… I want you to touch me,” I say, his eyes widening like he didn’t actually think I’d say it. “In fact,” I say, taking a step closer until we’re practically touching. I gaze up, staring directly into his warm brown eyes. “I’d like you to do a lot more than justtouchme.”

His eyes fall to my lips, but instead of kissing me, he just grabs my hand and starts pulling me toward the front of the bar..

“What are you doing?” I breathe out.

“Taking you home,” he growls as he nods toward the guys before we head out the door and behind the building to his parked car.

“What? Why are we leaving already?” I pout, almost wishing we had time to have another drink or two… give me a little more courage for tonight.

Turning me away from the car, he backs me up against the alley wall, his eyes dark as he pins me between his hands. “The first time I get to touch you in six years is not going to be in a bar with a goddamn audience and I sure as fuck am not rushing myself.”

Opening the door, he gestures for me to get in.

“Now get in the fucking car so I can take you home.”

Chapter Eight

Harris

All I can hear is the sound of my heart pounding in my chest as we sit quietly in my car, moving through traffic like it’s nothing except a blur of lights and colors. I feel like I’m floating above the car, just out of reach of reality like I’m watching her, and I have this experience that feels like a dream. The only thing keeping me grounded in this car with her is the fact that since I got her buckled in, my hand has been on her thigh the entire time.

The feel of her skin beneath my fingertips, her small hand on top of mine holding me in place like she’s afraid I’ll move, it’s fucking electric.

This woman is everything to me—she always has been—even if I’m not sure she’s ever known how much she meant to me. But that’s not what this is and that breaks my heart because I wish we could just press a button and fall back into what we were before she met Peter. I wish I could have shown her I could’ve been enough for her if she would only give me a chance.

But if this is my shot back into her life, I’m sure as shit not going to scare her away by making this some big, life-changing night with declarations of love that will send her running in a heartbeat. No, I need to play it cool, even if the feel of her handon mine makes me question ifmaybeshe’s as drawn to me as I am to her.

Quietly turning into the parking garage of my building, I pull into my spot and quickly kill the engine. The silence in the car is thick with unspoken words; the dark, depraved fantasies that have plagued my mind for years are spilling out, surrounding us.

When I finally brave a glance her way, I find her eyes already on me, dark and hungry as they watch me, our hands still intertwined while her free hand slowly moves to unbuckle her seatbelt. I’m frozen in place as she starts to move, her cropped shirt riding up even more as she leans my way, showing me even more of her toned abs.

All I’ve been able to think about since I saw her at the bar tonight in those skintight jeans and low-cut crop top leaving just enough skin peeking out to drive me crazy is bringing her home so I can run my tongue along every inch of her body until she’s covered in my marks.

I need this woman.

Finally releasing her hand, I unbuckle my seatbelt and slide my seat back until there’s just enough room for her to sit comfortably in my lap.

“C’mere,” I growl as I grab her hand and tug until she’s moved over the center console onto my lap, a leg on either side as she straddles me. My hands immediately move to touch her, both gripping her hips as I press her down until she’s actually sitting in my lap.

“Sit, gorgeous. You’re not going to break me,” I say as her hands find my shoulders to steady herself as she tucks her knees on the side, her eyes cautiously looking around us like there’s going to be an audience waiting to catch us.

“Eyes on me, princess. I’ve got incredible tint plus no one’s usually in here at this time,” I say quietly as I run my fingers through her hair until I’m tugging the dark locks back.

The column of her neck is bare as the light from outside the car illuminates her skin showing me another perfect place to mark. Leaning in, bringing my nose to the soft spot right behind her ear, I inhale her feminine scent, something so uniquely her, I can’t help myself, and my tongue runs down the column of her neck until I get to the dip of her collarbone and suck.

She moans, a soft sound so sweet as her body writhes above me, trying to find friction and my senses are overwhelmed in the most euphoric way.

It's just her.

With every movement, every sound, every scent, I feel my cock harden beneath her, like a swan being called back to their mate, forever partners in this crazy fucking world. My cock, her cunt, perfectly made for each other like two romantic fucking birds.

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