Page 116 of Chasing After You
Another knock on the partition leaves no room for argument as I quickly slip into the jacket as Henry adjusts his pants, but it does nothing to hide his not-so-little problem. I grab a few buttons off the seats as Henry opens the door, offering me a hand to help me out.
He motions for me to go toward the house as he moves to talk to the driver, and I catch a glimpse of cash that Henry hands to him as I pull his jacket tightly around me. I’m not sure I even want to know how much Henry gave him, but I hope it’s enough to keep him from selling the story of us getting freaky in the back of a town car.
Using the keys in the pocket of Henry’s jacket, I unlock the front door, punching in the alarm code before hanging the jacket on the coat rack.Wilson will never let us live it down if we leave clothes in the hallway again.
The door opens again when I’m halfway up the stairs, and seeing how disheveled Henry looks already has my body screaming for him to touch me again.
Henry enters his bedroom seconds after me, his shirt hanging completely open now as he shuts the door behind him. The air feels charged with electricity as Henry watches me reach to pull down the zipper of my dress, letting it fall to the floor and slipping out of my heels.
Henry shrugs out of his shirt, and my breath catches as he walks toward me, undoing his belt.
“Where do you want me?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“I want you in charge.”
His throat bobs as he stares at me like I’m one of the Seven Wonders of the World. “Get on the bed, Mirabelle.”
I climb on the bed, watching Henry in awe as he undresses, never breaking eye contact with me. He moves toward the bedside table, and I shake my head. “What if you didn’t wear one?” I ask, my intrusive thoughts slipping out, and Henry’s eyes widen in shock.Oh shit.“I mean, if you want to, we absolutely can use a condom. I got tested after Reid, and everything came back negative. I’ve just never gone without, and I have an IUD so I’m not trying to baby trap you, actually, I think I’ll just stop talking now,” I say, clamping my jaw shut, crossing my arms over my chest.Bad idea, Mirabelle.
Henry shakes his head as he sits on the bed next to me. “Mira, can I talk without you interrupting me?”
I nod, pulling my lower lip into my mouth to chew on it.
“You surprised me by suggesting it, and I don’t think you asked so you could trap me by getting pregnant. I’ve never had sex without one, probably because I’ve never trusted someone enough to try it, but if you want to, then I’m okay with it. I like the idea of us having a first together.”
“Yeah?” I ask, sitting up slowly.
“Yeah. Now come here and kiss me.” Henry takes my hand, pulling me toward him, finally picking me up so I’m straddling his waist. “You’ll tell me if you want to stop?” he asks, brushing my hair over my shoulders.
“I’ll tell you, but I’m not going to want to stop.”
Henry sighs, pulling me closer where I can feel his hard length against my thigh. “I know you said you want me in charge, but I need you to know that if you tell me to stop, I will.”
“I know.”
He tilts his head, kissing me sweetly, and I relax, losing myself in the moment. Henry’s tongue dances against mine, and a small groan escapes from my mouth, causing his restraint to snap. Henry palms my breast with one hand, still sensitive from my orgasm in the car, and his other wraps around his cock, fisting it. I pull away, looking down between us to watch, sliding my own hand down to touch myself.
“Can I?” I ask, looking up at Henry.
“Later,” he promises, kissing me. Henry lowers my back to the sheets, breaking our bruised lips apart. “Let me feel you,” he mumbles, his fingers taking the place of my own. He starts with two, and I lift my hips up, silently asking for more, and he adds a third. “Fuck, you’re so ready for me,” he says, branding my skin as his mouth burns with unspoken promises.
I drag my nails over his back as he curls his fingers before withdrawing them torturously. “Henry, j’ai besoin . . .”47
“Je sais, mon cœur,”48 he says, lifting his eyes to meet mine as he pulls one of my legs up to wrap around my waist, lining up our hips. I can feel Henry’s body trembling against mine, and he slowly pushes in, moans filling the room from both of us.
Henry kisses me, my eyes falling shut in ecstasy as I hook my leg tightly around his waist, frantically trying to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me,mon cœur,” I whisper against his lips, my skin burning hot as pleasure threatens to burn me alive from the inside out.
He moans through gritted teeth as he hooks his hand under my other hip, bracing himself to thrust deeply.
I love you.
I rake my nails over his shoulders as the crescendo builds, and I lose myself in the feeling of Henry completing me.
I love you, Henry Price.
The words burn in my throat but I swallow them back as Henry threatens to consume me, my body singing underneath his.
My hand grasps for the sheets around me, and Henry entwines his fingers with mine, his jaw clenching. I think I finally understand why they say eyes are the windows to the soul. Looking into Henry’s, I see more than I’m able to understand, and I wonder what he can see in mine.Probably the truth.
