Page 50 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
Eyes still closed, I spin around to face the spray of hot water and press the palm of my free hand against the tile wall to brace myself. I pull up the memory of her coming on top of me in the car just hours ago. And then I pull up the memory of her grabbing my cock weeks ago. I still think it was hot. As fuck.
Already my knees are weak, but that’s how wild she makes me. One accidental grip of her hand around my cock, one hot makeout session, one frenzied fuck in the car, one instance of me watching her touch herself has me ready to come quicker than I ever have.
I work my hand faster, the familiar crushing sensation hitting my chest. I know what a terrible idea this is, us hooking up. We’re only halfway through our time together, and things are bound to get complicated from this moment on.
But I don’t fucking care. She’s worth all the risk.
I think of her perfect little body, that sexy-as-fuck smile, her sweetness, her kindness, her thoughtfulness, her moans, the way her voice goes soft when she’s tired...
No one, not one single person I’ve ever met before has ever gotten me this turned on this quickly. There’s a connection between us, something I can no longer fight—something that I don’t want to spend one more second denying. Something I’ve never felt with anyone before.
I care about this woman. I care about what makes her happy. I care about her needs, what her goals and dreams are, how she takes her coffee in the morning, whether she likes it hard and fast or sweet and slow in bed...
My breath catches as the pressure inside me intensifies. My spine turns to liquid and my knees nearly give out as the pleasure climbs higher and higher...
Consequences be damned, I want Harper—IneedHarper.
I explode with a caveman grunt that echoes against the bathroom walls. It’s so powerful that my ears ring when I spill against the shower wall in front of me. I swear I go blind for a solid five seconds while my body shudders through my climax. Blinking furiously, I start to make out the slate gray tile and the stream of water in front of my face. I do a quick shampoo and soap up my body, then rinse before shutting off the water and drying off.
As I wrap the towel around my waist and wipe away the steam from the mirror, I catch a glimpse of my reflection. I’m smiling like a smug bastard. Because I know that I’m screwed. I’m so damn into Harper.
Shaking my head, I brush my teeth and get ready for bed, counting down the hours to when I get to see her again.
Chapter Fourteen
Harper
My jaw falls to the floor when Naomi strolls out of the dressing room and into the open area of the bridal boutique.
I straighten up in the plush armchair I’m sitting in. “Holy shit.”
She flashes a hesitant smile. The store associate, Mari, offers her hand to help Naomi step on the round fitting platform that faces a semicircle of mirrors.
“You look stunning,” I say. “You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”
She chuckles as she glances down at the delicate lace material of her dress, like she doesn’t believe me. But when she looks up and sees her reflection in the mirror, her brown eyes bulge.
“Whoa...”
Mari lets out a laugh. “And you thought the long sleeves and lace would make you look old-fashioned.”
“I was wrong,” Naomi murmurs.
“The color scheme gives it such an updated touch too,” Mari says. “The super-soft rose-gold hue under the white lace makes your tan skin glow.”
I nod along with Mari. A beautiful smile spreads across Naomi’s face as she looks at herself in the mirror. She runs her hands along the bodice of the off-the-shoulder sheath gown that flares slightly at the hem. It fits her tall frame perfectly. Even the gentle sweetheart neckline hits at the perfect spot: it covers her chest completely while leaving a tiny peek of cleavage for a hint of sexiness. A moment later she starts to tear up.
“Oh my god.” I fan my face when my eyes begin to well up too.
Naomi cups her hands over her mouth. “I think this is the one.”
I nod quickly, thanking the associate when she hands me a tissue, then gives one to Naomi. I stand up and walk the few steps to my cousin and hold her hand.
“I’ve never seen you look so beautiful,” I say with a shaky voice.
Naomi blubbers a thank-you before leaning down to hug me. “My mom’s gonna be so mad that I found the dress without her.”
I let out a snotty laugh, careful not to cry on the wedding gown.
