Page 93 of Single Dad's Fake Bride
“You’re incredible,” I murmured against her neck. “Every inch of you.”
Her hips lifted as I stroked her, slow at first, then deeper, watching her lips part around soft gasps. I kissed her again, taking in the way her breath stuttered when I circled her clit. She gripped my forearm, not to push me away—just holding on.
“I could spend all night making you feel like this,” I told her, letting my voice sink into her ear. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I wanted to draw it out, to feel her shake apart in my hand, but my control had been shot the second she’d pulled me to her. I freed myself from my pants, pushing them down just enough to take her. The tip of me slid through her folds, slick and hot, and her thighs opened wider in silent invitation.
The first thrust knocked the air from both of us. I sank in to the hilt, holding there, feeling her clench around me. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth dropping open.
“That’s it,” I said softly, watching her face. “So perfect.”
I moved slowly at first, savoring the drag of her body around mine, the way her nails scraped over my shoulders.
She hooked her legs around me, changing the angle, and I drove deeper. Her breath caught on every thrust, each one pulling us further from reason. The week of distance, the arguments, the confusion—it all burned away in the friction between us.
“You feel amazing,” I rasped. “Better than I remembered… better than I’ve ever had.”
I shifted to my elbows so I could kiss her, hard and unrestrained, our mouths meeting between ragged breaths. She tasted like resolve breaking apart.
Her hand slid down my back, urging me faster, and I gave her what she wanted. The rhythm built, bodies slick, the headboard knocking softly against the wall. I could feel her tightening, her moans turning into quiet, urgent pleas I could barely make out.
“Come for me,” I told her, my mouth at her ear. “Right now. Show me how good I make you feel.”
Her body went taut beneath me, then she was shuddering, gripping me so hard I had to fight to keep moving. I held her through it, thrusting until the aftershocks eased and she went slack against the mattress.
But I wasn’t done. I pulled her hips up, sliding back into her from a new angle that made her gasp. Her nails dug into the sheets, her eyes glassy when she looked back at me. The sight nearly undid me.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I said, voice rough. “You were made for me.”
I drove into her harder, chasing the release I’d been holding back. My hands gripped her waist, my body snapping against hers until heat surged low in my spine. I spilled into her with a groan, the world narrowing to the sound of our breathing and the thud of my heartbeat in my ears.
For a long moment, I stayed there, buried in her, my forehead resting between her shoulder blades. When I finally eased out, she collapsed onto her side, pulling the blanket halfway over herself. I lay beside her, reaching for her hand.
We lay in the darkness, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I could feel tension creeping back into Sadie's body as reality reasserted itself.
"We can't keep doing this," she said quietly.
"Why not?"
She turned to look at me. "For an arrangement, we're getting awfully close to real."
"And that's a problem?"
"You're acting as a real husband, Harrison. You're making me feel things I shouldn't feel."
My chest tightened. I should have backed down, but lying there in the darkness with her hair spilled across my pillow, I couldn't bring myself to lie anymore.
"Am I such a horrible person for loving you?" The words slipped out before I could stop them. Her eyes widened, and she went very still.
"What?"
But there was no taking it back now. The truth I'd been suppressing, that I wouldn't even tell myself, was out.
Sadie sat up abruptly, pulling the sheet around herself. For a long moment, she just stared at me.
"Harrison," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can't—we can't?—"
She cleared her throat and sat in stunned silence for a moment, and when she spoke again, her voice was stronger but more distant.
