First Comes Love - Ashlee Price Page 0,41
time our eyes catch. “Careful.”
Next second, I’m bringing her hand to my mouth, then her head to my mouth. Then I’m undoing my pants, sliding myself inside her…
“Hello, Earth to Greyson, we’re supposed to put on our seatbelts.”
Harley pokes me again, then juts up her chin in the direction of where the captain probably just gave the instructions I didn’t at all hear thanks to my fucking-Harley-on-a-plane-fantasy.
Fuck.
“Right,” I grumble, putting it on.
The important thing is: I won. This time, at least.
By the time we get off the plane, out of the airport and outside to the cabs, Harley is already trying to get her own.
“I’m a big girl,” she tells me as she jumps inside a cab. “I can make it home by myself. I have plenty of times before.”
“It’s 4 AM,” I tell her as I follow her inside, “I’ll see you home.”
As the cab pulls away, Harley rolls her eyes at me. “Really, this is silly.”
I just shrug.
The cab takes us down streets that are empty and forlorn-looking. Probably I just need sleep. Both of us do.
Back in our bed at Nayara Springs, we did sleep, just… half the time when I woke up, with Harley naked beside me… how the hell was I not supposed to get a hard-on, start kissing her? And when she started nuzzling me back, rubbing herself against me, how the hell was I not supposed to start fucking her?
“Almost there,” Harley says suddenly. “Thanks again. I guess I’ll… be seeing you?”
At the Storm Media office. Tomorrow. Right.
“Take tomorrow off,” I say.
A week would be better, and as much for me as for her. I need to get my head screwed on straight. Give myself a chance to get caught up. But I know Harley. She’ll want to get to work straightaway.
“I’m fine,” she says.
“Do I have to order you?” I give her a hard look.
“No, boss.” Her mouth forms a mocking pout and I have to clench my teeth so I don’t give her a punishing kiss.
Even in the dark, the shape of her is like a beacon.
“Careful Ms. Davis,” I find myself saying.
“Or?”
Or I’ll yank down your shorts and take you, right here, right now.
Fuck if I’m not about to do it, hard-on pressing against my pants, reaching for her…
The car pulls over, and the cabbie says, “This it?”
“Oh.” Harley exhales, peels her gaze off me to look at the red-stone building outside. “Yeah. It is.”
Her smile is uncertain as she opens the door, riffling through her purse. “Thanks.”
“I’ve got this.” I hand the cabbie the money then step out after her.
She’s so flustered that she doesn’t even notice that I’m out here, carrying her bag, until we’ve walked halfway to the door.
Before she can speak, I put a hand on her arm. “I meant what I said about making sure you get home safely.”
“Please.” Harley’s laugh is half-hearted, her smile unsure. “The schizophrenic ladybug-killing hobo who lived outside our building moved on, like, months ago.”
And then we’re there at the front door. And I’m taking her in, up to her room, laying her on her bed, ripping off her clothes, then fucking her, fucking her, fucking her, and it’s just as good as I thought, even better, except…
I’m still standing here, looking at her.
For fuck’s sake, Greyson, get yourself together!
“So,” she says.
“So,” I say.
What I should do isn’t what I want to.
I give her a quick kiss on the lips, then rip myself away.
As I’m walking away, she says, “Greyson?”
“Yeah?”
“Uh, you’re still holding my bag.”
Shit. Smooth, Greyson, smooth.
“Right.” I go back to her without looking at her. Don’t think about kissing her. Don’t think about her. Don’t think. “Here. ’Night.”
As I’m walking away again, she murmurs, “’Night, Greyson.”
“’Night, Harley,” I say, still walking as fast as I can.
Chapter 20
Harley
His kiss tingles on my lips all the way up to my place. One foot in the entrance and I hear scampering.
“Anchovy!” I hiss, seconds before he leaps into my arms.
I let my fingers run along his furry brown back happily as he squeaks happily.
“Shh,” I whisper, “You’ll wake Han, and you know how she values her beauty sleep.”
“I’m awake,” Hannah says, snapping on a light.
She smiles vaguely at me, as if I’m the one wearing a furry bathrobe and the furry sloth-head slippers I got her last Christmas.
“I’m sorry,” I say, “did we wake you?”
Hannah shakes her head as she comes over to throw her arms around me. “I couldn’t miss you coming back. I’m so happy to see you! How