Page 61 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
“So are you,” she says as she runs her hands up my chest. I lean up and tug the shirt off. When her gaze goes starry, it’s my turn to feel shy.
“Seriously, you’re stunning,” she says.
I’ve been given a million compliments before. It comes with the territory of working in the field that I do. It’s so image focused and everyone throws comments about how good you look constantly, it can sometimes feel like white noise.
But no compliment anyone has ever given me compares to what Harper has just told me. Because she’s seeing me at my most raw, my most vulnerable, and she still likes what she sees.
I swallow back the emotion in my throat and try to smile.
“Stunning, huh?”
She nods quickly, her brown eyes wide, her smile cheeky. It’s so damn cute.
With our gazes still locked, her expression sobers slightly. “You sure you’re okay doing this?”
“Positive.”
I start to shift so that I can move us to lie down on the couch, but she presses a hand on her chest, stopping me.
“I need to confess something,” she says.
“Um, okay.”
Her eyes scan my face before she takes a breath. “The day we bumped into each other, and I accidentally grabbed your...you know...”
“Yeah?”
“I, um... I started to masturbate, like, right after I ran into my bedroom. I was so turned on by the sight of you. And the feel of you. I stopped myself before I could get too into it.” She bites her lip. “I just felt like I needed to tell you that...so you know the kind of creep you’re about to mess around with.”
As soon as her expression turns sheepish, I gently grab her chin and tilt her face to look at me. I raise my eyebrow at her and try not to grin too big. “Well, you’re not as much of a creep as I am, because I actually jerked off right after I closed the door to my room.”
Her jaw drops. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious. You were so sexy, I couldn’t think straight. I had to do something about it.”
She leans her head back and makes a squeal-groan noise. “And I thought I was such a perv.”
“We’re both pervs. It’s a match made in heaven.” I thrust my hips up, bouncing her against me again. She falls into a fit of chuckles.
I shift to move her next to me so I can stand up and take my jeans off. She reaches out and takes me in her hand. Just the silky feel of her has me rolling my eyes to the back of my head.
“I haven’t done anything,” she says.
“Can’t help it,” I say, counting out my breaths. “Your hand, your fingers, your skin...they all feel too good.”
I lead her to stand up with me. “I hate being the only naked person in the room.”
She giggles as I kiss her, and I bend down to pull off the skirt she’s wearing. On my knees, I come to eye level to her lace panties and press a light kiss to her front. A sputtered breathing noise happens above me.
I lean back to look up at her. Her chest rises as she lifts her eyebrow at me. “I wanna try something with you. Something dirty.”
“Dirtier than everything we’ve done so far?”
“So much dirtier.”
Her breathy words rocket pleasure straight to my dick. I’m certain I’ve got the smuggest, most obnoxious smirk on my face. She just said the single hottest thing anyone could ever say to me.
“What did you have in mind?”
