Page 103 of The Attraction

We have been flirting like this for days, and it’s getting to the point that one of us is going to crack soon. But I know that Forrest made me a promise that he would wait for me to be ready, so if I want this to happen, it’s going to need to be me who breaks the wall down.

“Is that so. I happen to know a better table in a little more private setting, because sharing is so not my thing.” This time I run my hand over his cock that is so hard I can feel every single ripple of his skin through his pants.

“Sorry, we can’t stay. Harper just decided she would like to eat at home. You know, date night.” He stands and pulls me from my chair, sending it screeching backwards, making a noise that all the bar turns for a split second to look at us and then goes back to their own business.

“Good night, you two, enjoy dinner.” Felisha starts waving us off, and Flynn looks confused as usual.

“Oh, I intend to.” I grab my bag off the table before Forrest rushes me through the bar toward the door, signaling the valet to bring his car.

As I wait fidgeting from foot to foot and looking at Forrest who is about to burst, I can’t help but feel proud. I proved to myself that the relationship between us is about more than just sex. For the two of us to last two weeks is a damn miracle. You could almost start calling me a nun.

No words are spoken in the car as I sit with my hand on Forrest’s thigh the whole way home, slowly creeping up higher the closer we get to the apartment.

Every so often he adjusts himself in the seat as it gets harder for him to drive.

As we enter the elevator, I expect him to pin me against the wall and threaten to strip me naked right here, but he stands to the side of me looking straight ahead, snorting almost like a bull about to strike.

The moment the elevator doors slide open, he strides to the apartment door and holds it open for me to enter.

Not rushing, I walk past him and drop my bag on the foyer table as I proceed to take off one shoe and then the next, leaving them as I continue walking down the hallway to the bedrooms. Ever so slowly, I unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it, and then a few steps later, I slide my silk shirt over my head, swirling it in the air a few times above my head and throwing it behind me. Not once do I stop and look backward because I can hear Forrest’s heavy breathing and appreciative grunt as he follows me, now walking in just my cream lace underwear.

Stopping at my door, I turn and face him, one hand leaning on the door frame above my head and the other hand on my hip.

“Ready to kiss me good night at my door?” I ask in my most super-sweet voice.

“Don’t play with me, Harper.” His voice indicates his sheer desperation.

“Oh, I think I’ve already done my fair share of that tonight, wouldn’t you agree?” Leaning forward, I take his hand and place it on my bare stomach.

“You have to say the word… I promised, you have to tell me what you want.” He is barely hanging on by a thread, and to be honest, so am I.

“I want you to make love to me, Forrest. Not fuck me hard, but sweet, long-lasting lovemaking like we have never done before. Do you think you can do that for me?” Now taking his hand, I pull him past my room and straight into his.

Forrest is standing there, hesitating and looking at me so fiercely that I start to panic that I have pushed him too far.

“No,” he growls. “Because I’m about ready to pound you through the bed.”

To which I giggle, watching his eyes scanning up and down my near-naked body. He’s still not game to touch me.

“But Harper, you need to know, the moment I get you on that bed, you are never leaving again. Do you understand?” He takes very slow steps toward me as I back up to the bed.

“The moment you give me your body again, I’m never letting you go. Ever,” he growls at me.

“That’s what I’m counting on.” I launch myself at him, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. “By the way, since when have I ever been a sweet lovemaking kind of girl? Time to make good on your promise of taking me to pound town.” I start to nibble on his ear.

“What my goddess wants, my goddess gets.” That deep gravelly voice sends shivers through my body.

“About time you worked that out.”

And as the words leave my lips, I’m looking at the man I love rolling his eyes at me but with so much love in return that I know I have finally found my place.

It turns out he was right—not that I’ll ever tell him that—when he said that the fight to stay was worth pushing through the pain of being apart.

It was all worth it so I can now love without fear and feel worthy of his love in return.

And for that, I will be eternally grateful.

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