Page 63 of Suddenly Dating
“Huh?”
“You wereright, Harry. It really has been a very,verylong time—”
He threw the covers off the other side of the bed so quickly that it startled Lola. “C’mere,” he said.
“Are you sure? Because I really don’t get the roommates with benefits thing.”
“Comehere,” he said insistently.
So Lola walked to the side of the bed. Harry reached for her—grabbed her, really—and pulled her hard to him, twisting and bearing her down on to the bed in one super-sexy athletic move. “What took you so long?” he asked.
“I had to think about it.”
“You think too much,” he said, his gaze skimming over her features.
“I don’t know what the rules are,” she tried to explain.
“Rules,” he repeated, and kissed her cheek, her temple. “No rules.”
“We have to have ground rules,” she said breathlessly, as each touch of his lips sent a jolt through her.
“Okay,” he said, and slid his hand inside her dress, kneading her breast. “How’s this for a rule: We act first, talk later.”
“But what if—”
Harry kissed her, silencing her question. When he lifted his head, he kissed the bridge of her nose and said, “Don’t overthink it. Just relax, and let it happen.”
Let it happen.Okay, Lola was going to let it happen. In fact, she was going to do him one better and make it happen. She was going to take charge, go for broke, and not overthink it.
She had to get her bearings first, because Harry was kissing her fully, all minty fresh and soft and wet, his tongue dipping between her lips, his touch warm and heavy. She pushed against him, trying to roll him onto his back. Harry grunted and his kiss intensified. Lola leveraged him with her knee, finally succeeding in getting him on his back and then trying, unsuccessfully, to sort of slide up onto him.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked.
“I’m going for it,” Lola said.
“Okay,” he said uncertainly, and when Lola leaned down to kiss him, he took her head in his hands and resumed kissing her in a way that made her turn to jelly.
She was sinking and tumbling down the rabbit hole, and began to grope for her back to remove her dress, but she was off balance, and slid off the side of him with anoof.
Harry’s arms fell away from her. “Nowwhat are you doing?” he asked, his voice a little ragged. “I was thoroughly enjoying myself.”
“I can’t reach my zipper,” she said breathlessly.
“Are you always this clumsy?” he asked as he reached behind her and in one fell swoop unzipped her dress.
“I don’t think so,” she said as he sat up and pulled the dress off of her. He tossed it aside and cupped her breasts. Thank God she’d worn a good bra tonight, and not one that was stretched out of shape.
“Okay, are we set?” he asked, and kissed her neck, at the point where it curved into her shoulder.
Sparks were flying through her now. Thousands of glittery sparks, firing and pinging throughout her body. “We’re set. Just lie back,” she said, and shoved at his chest. This time, she managed to get on top of him, her body pressed to the hard length of him. “Wait... you’re still wearing pajama bottoms.” She tried to slide off to push them down, but her knee hit him in the groin.
Harry came up with a hiss. “Look,” he said, and reached behind her and unhooked her bra. “I really appreciate your willingness to take charge here... but how about you let me worry about clothes and logistics,” he said. He was moving, kicking. And then his hand was in her panties. “Think you can do that?” he asked as he slipped his fingers in between her legs.
Lola closed her eyes. “I really wanted to take the lead, but if you insist.”
He leaned down and whispered in her ear,“I insist.”He rolled them again, putting her on her back once more and coming over her, and that was it. Lola had fallen all the way down the rabbit hole. Her body was floating in a sea of pure sensation as his lips followed the trail of his hands, sliding down her body. It was a heady, frothy concoction of skin and lips and desire all mixing into one utterly surreal experience. Lola had forgotten how delicious this could be, how satisfying, how earthy. They swam along in that sea, both of them reaching and stroking, kissing and sliding. It was foreplay like Lola had never experienced—twinkly and fiery, tender and rough all at the same time. She was rocked by the physical sensations and the emotions that were mixing and churning in her.
Harry suddenly sat up and groped around the nightstand next to the bed, producing a condom. A moment later, he pulled her into his body as he slipped in between her legs. He paused, braced above her, and brushed away a strand of hair that draped across her face. “You’re really beautiful, Lola,” he said. “Sexy as hell,” he added, and entered her.
