tall windows overlooking the sea. Down below, the stretch of beach where we
gave over to each other just last night gleams like a beacon. Just yesterday,
being with him felt so much easier. But now, with the rivalry between Harrison
and Enzo heating up with every lap they race, everything seems so terribly
complicated.
I watch in the reflection of the window as Harrison stands
and crosses to me. Silently, he stops behind me and wraps his strong arms
around my body. I relax into him, malleable and willing in his embrace. His
slightest touch has the power to open me up, make me eager and
adventurous—exactly the person I want to be.
I gaze at our reflection in the darkened glass; I look so
small against Harrison’s staggeringly build. But his tall, rugged body doesn’t
make me feel meek in comparison. With him, I feel more powerful, more uninhibited
than ever. And I have to admit...we make a remarkably good-looking couple. His
sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin are the perfect complement to my
chestnut curls, chocolate brown eyes, and olive complexion. It’s like we were
built for each other.
“How can it feel so right to be here when I know it’s so
wrong?” I ask softly.
“We are right together, Siena,” Harrison says, letting his hands run down the curvy
sides of my body, “It’s this circumstance that’s wrong.”
“But that doesn’t change it,” I say, turning to face him, “I
want to be with you, Harrison. We’ve barely had a chance yet, and already I
don’t know how I could go without you.”
“I know it’s messy,” Harrison tells me, pulling me against
him, “And I know it’s going to be hard. But what worth having isn’t?”
I run my hands through his hair, marveling at this amazing
person that’s fallen into my life. “You’re right,” I whisper, “Of course,
you’re right.”
“I know,” he smiles, “It’s kind of my thing.”
“Shut up and kiss me, would you?” I say, cupping his sharp
jaw in my hands.
Harrison presses me back against the thick glass pane,
pinning me there with his hips. He brings his lips to mine with a new fervor. I
open myself to him, feel his tongue glide against mine. The cool glass presses
against my hot skin, and my hands run all along Harrison’s firm, sculpted form.
The taste of him engulfs me, and all I want is to feel him within me. He teases
me with this tongue, letting me feel him inside my mouth. Making me want to
feel him everywhere, taste him everywhere.
“I want you,” I whisper, letting my hands slide down his
firm ass.
I pull his hips toward me, feeling the rise of his manhood hard
against my thigh. Harrison’s breath comes hot and fast as I grind my hips
against his growing desire. I gasp as he scoops me up into his arms, and pushes
me hard against the glass of the floor to ceiling windows. I wrap my legs
desperately around his hips, my fingers fumble for his belt buckle, but his
strong hands catch my wrists and stop me.
“Wait,” he breathes.
“Please,” I beg, “Harrison, I need to—”
“I know,” he says, “Trust me. I do too. But more than that,
I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere once tomorrow comes. I want to fuck
you so badly, Siena. But it’s not going to be tonight.”
“But...I...” I whimper.
“That’s not to say,” Harrison goes on, “That we’re through,
here. I just want tonight to be about you.”
He carries me in a few long strides into the darkened
bedroom. He lays me out across the bed, and I tug him down on top of me. With
one deft flick of the wrist, Harrison unbuttons my favorite pair of jeans and
slides them down off my legs. I lay back, stunned into silence, as he pushes my
knees apart. He trails his fingertips along the tender skin of my thighs, until
finally they glance against my cotton panties. I groan softly as Harrison slips
my underwear down off my hips, leaving me open and exposed before him.
I spread myself open, wanting nothing but to feel him
gave over to each other just last night gleams like a beacon. Just yesterday,
being with him felt so much easier. But now, with the rivalry between Harrison
and Enzo heating up with every lap they race, everything seems so terribly
complicated.
I watch in the reflection of the window as Harrison stands
and crosses to me. Silently, he stops behind me and wraps his strong arms
around my body. I relax into him, malleable and willing in his embrace. His
slightest touch has the power to open me up, make me eager and
adventurous—exactly the person I want to be.
I gaze at our reflection in the darkened glass; I look so
small against Harrison’s staggeringly build. But his tall, rugged body doesn’t
make me feel meek in comparison. With him, I feel more powerful, more uninhibited
than ever. And I have to admit...we make a remarkably good-looking couple. His
sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin are the perfect complement to my
chestnut curls, chocolate brown eyes, and olive complexion. It’s like we were
built for each other.
“How can it feel so right to be here when I know it’s so
wrong?” I ask softly.
“We are right together, Siena,” Harrison says, letting his hands run down the curvy
sides of my body, “It’s this circumstance that’s wrong.”
“But that doesn’t change it,” I say, turning to face him, “I
want to be with you, Harrison. We’ve barely had a chance yet, and already I
don’t know how I could go without you.”
“I know it’s messy,” Harrison tells me, pulling me against
him, “And I know it’s going to be hard. But what worth having isn’t?”
I run my hands through his hair, marveling at this amazing
person that’s fallen into my life. “You’re right,” I whisper, “Of course,
you’re right.”
“I know,” he smiles, “It’s kind of my thing.”
“Shut up and kiss me, would you?” I say, cupping his sharp
jaw in my hands.
Harrison presses me back against the thick glass pane,
pinning me there with his hips. He brings his lips to mine with a new fervor. I
open myself to him, feel his tongue glide against mine. The cool glass presses
against my hot skin, and my hands run all along Harrison’s firm, sculpted form.
The taste of him engulfs me, and all I want is to feel him within me. He teases
me with this tongue, letting me feel him inside my mouth. Making me want to
feel him everywhere, taste him everywhere.
“I want you,” I whisper, letting my hands slide down his
firm ass.
I pull his hips toward me, feeling the rise of his manhood hard
against my thigh. Harrison’s breath comes hot and fast as I grind my hips
against his growing desire. I gasp as he scoops me up into his arms, and pushes
me hard against the glass of the floor to ceiling windows. I wrap my legs
desperately around his hips, my fingers fumble for his belt buckle, but his
strong hands catch my wrists and stop me.
“Wait,” he breathes.
“Please,” I beg, “Harrison, I need to—”
“I know,” he says, “Trust me. I do too. But more than that,
I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere once tomorrow comes. I want to fuck
you so badly, Siena. But it’s not going to be tonight.”
“But...I...” I whimper.
“That’s not to say,” Harrison goes on, “That we’re through,
here. I just want tonight to be about you.”
He carries me in a few long strides into the darkened
bedroom. He lays me out across the bed, and I tug him down on top of me. With
one deft flick of the wrist, Harrison unbuttons my favorite pair of jeans and
slides them down off my legs. I lay back, stunned into silence, as he pushes my
knees apart. He trails his fingertips along the tender skin of my thighs, until
finally they glance against my cotton panties. I groan softly as Harrison slips
my underwear down off my hips, leaving me open and exposed before him.
I spread myself open, wanting nothing but to feel him
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