Page 64 of Suddenly Dating
Lola gasped sharply at the feel of his body in hers. She pitched forward into it, pressing into his body and every bit of masculine physique she could reach or touch, giving over completely to the sensations he was arousing in her. He caressed her as he moved, slow and fluid at first, his mouth on hers in one long, stupefyingly seductive kiss. He took his time, unwilling to rush it. It was passionate agony, and Lola’s pulse was pounding so hard in her veins, her body straining for his, her thoughts so focused on her arousal that it was a wonder she didn’t implode. He began to quicken his stroke, and all was a blur of pure sensation—of touch and smell, of length and breadth.
She felt wild beneath him, an animal unleashed from its tether. She bit lightly into his shoulder, kissed his mouth, rocked against him in time to his own movements. It had been an eternity since she’d been ignited like this, a lifetime since she’d felt the power of sexual release building in her. Harry muttered something incomprehensible, grabbed one of her hands and laced his fingers with hers, pressing it into the bed. He was moving quickly now, the tempo maddening until Lola let herself go with a cry of release as the tsunami of sexual gratification crashed through her, washing out months and months of pent-up desire.
Harry gave in, too, thrusting powerfully into her one last time with a moan against her shoulder.
Lola was stunned by the sensation of it all and utterly incapable of movement for a long moment. Harry’s voice woke her from the fog. “God, Lola.” He lifted his head and gazed at her with an unfathomable expression in his eyes that made her heart leap. Lola could see so many things in his eyes. Definitely satisfaction. Maybe a bit of surprise and curiosity. And, she thought, perhaps even a little affection. Whatever that look was, she was feeling the same way. She was mystified, bewitched, and confused.
“Rule number one,” he said, and stroked her cheek. “If you’re going to turn me on like that, we’re going to have to bring in some supplies, because I may not let you out of this bedroom.”
Lola smiled. “Rule number two: No judgment on how often we exercise our benefits in a twenty-four-hour period.”
Harry laughed. He dislodged himself from her body, gathered her in his arms, and rolled onto his back, bringing her along to nestle in his side. “That was definitely worth all the begging you made me do,” he said.
Lola giggled into his chest, then propped herself up on her elbows. She felt exhilarated and happy. She felt like a sex goddess. This gorgeous man was telling her that she turned him on, and she could not recall ever feeling as vibrant and sexy as she did now.
Harry’s smile deepened as he looked at her, and he chuckled softly.
“What?” she asked, knowing full well that he was seeing the sex kitten.
“I’m smiling because you’re beautiful, Lola. In your own, unique way, you are real... and beautiful. A little clumsy in the seduction department, but I like that.”
She laughed and shook her head, and imagined her hair tossing silkily around her shoulders. “Oh, please, I’m just ordinary. But you can go on if you like.”
He smiled, cupped her chin. “The truth? You are taking my breath away even now.”
Impossibly, her grin grew bigger. “Such a charmer,” she teased him, and pushed herself up to her knees and inched toward the edge of the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom,” she said.
“Come back, gorgeous. Right back here,” he said, pointing to the spot she’d vacated.
Lola giggled. She felt like a supermodel. She was six feet tall and built like a brick house, a total knockout. She was that girl who didn’t get how appealing she was until a moment like this, when a drop-dead sexy man took one look at her rosy cheeks and artfully tousled hair and told her she turned him on and she was gorgeous.
“I’ll be right back,” she promised, and slipped into the bathroom.
She was smiling when she turned on the light. She was smiling when she turned on the faucet. But she cried out with alarm when she lifted her gaze to the mirror and saw the bird’s nest that was her hair and the streaks of make-up that ran down both cheeks. She looked like she’d pulled an all-night drunk fest, had a bar fight, and just woke up in an alley somewhere. “You said I was beautiful!” she shouted at him.
She heard Harry howl with laughter. “You are to me!”
Lola threw open the bathroom door and raced to the bed, pouncing on him. “How long were you going to let me go like this?” she demanded.
Harry laughed and rolled with her, pinning her beneath him. “Come here, you sexy little lunatic,” he said, as he roughly cupped her face and kissed her.
Lola sank into him. She might look like she’d been on a bender, but in that moment, she was insanely happy.
Eighteen
Harry felt the nudge to his back and a whisper,“Are you hungry?”
He was groggy, feeling heavy with the sleep that comes on the heels of great sex. “Mmm,” he said.
She clasped his shoulder, shook it, and propped her chin on his shoulder. “I’m starving.”
Harry opened his eyes to find Lola peering down at him. She had a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was wet, and her face was scrubbed clean of the clown mask she’d managed to give herself last night. He opened both eyes and rolled onto his back, blinking up at her. “Did you take a shower?”
“Yes.”
