Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,83
Wearing a matching bracelet with Preacher doesn’t make you boyfriend and girlfriend.
Oh my God, she was acting like a twelve-year-old with her first crush. If Preacher knew what she was thinking, she’d be mortified.
“Thanks,” Preacher said.
“You’re welcome.” She stuffed the rest of the bracelets back into her knitting bag, found the show and hit play, before picking up her needles again. She didn’t know why Preacher was hanging out with her, but she had to admit it was nice not to spend another evening alone.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Did you want to watch another episode?” Addison said.
Preacher glanced at the clock. It was almost ten and while he wasn’t the least bit tired, he couldn’t sit next to Addison for another episode without doing something dumb like resting his hand on her leg or pulling her into his lap, or maybe fucking her on the couch.
“It’s getting late,” he said.
“Right, of course,” she said. “Sorry, I become a bit of a night owl during the summer, but I forget that other people have to get up for work.”
He shrugged. “Shop doesn’t open until eleven.”
“Right,” she repeated. She stuffed her knitting into the bag and turned off the TV. “Well, thanks for hanging out with me tonight. It was fun.”
“Thanks for dinner,” he said.
“You’re welcome.”
He stood and walked to the door. Addison trailed after him and smiled hesitantly. “Bye, Preacher.”
“Bye, Addie.”
He told himself to put his boots on and leave. He’d been here long enough and as it was, spooning her after sex, eating dinner with her, sitting on the couch and watching television with her, were all sending the wrong message.
So, why did you do it?
The hell of it was, he didn’t really know why. The second Addison had started to move away in the bed, he’d pulled her closer without even stopping to think about it.
You liked cuddling with her.
Yeah, he fucking did. She smelled so good and her skin was silky soft. The way she relaxed into him like a contented kitten was intoxicating.
Only, he’d kind of fucked it up. He hadn’t meant for her to pull away when he told her not to fall asleep, but she’d taken it that way. He’d felt a little guilty about it.
Is that why you hung around? Why you asked to shower as an excuse to stay a little longer? Why you hinted that you wanted food.
He was hungry. The food smelled delicious and a man had to eat, didn’t he? It was to stave off the migraine.
Bullshit. The orgasm you had got rid of your headache.
Hell, yeah, it did. He wanted to grin just remembering how fucking good it felt when Addie had come around his cock. God, her little pussy squeezed so tight when she came, it had immediately made him climax too. He could spend the rest of his life with his dick buried in her pussy every goddamn night.
“Preacher?” Addie was staring up at him, no doubt wondering why he was standing by the door with a blissed out dumb expression on his face.
He studied her silky hair and the lovely colour of her eyes before his gaze dipped to her tits. She was braless under that t-shirt and every time he’d glanced at her while they were watching TV, the hint of nipple he could see against the fabric drove him crazy. He’d had a semi the entire fucking time they watched the show.
He glanced at the clock again. Fuck it. It was getting late, but Addie had just said she was a night owl. He’d fuck her one more time before leaving.
He put his arm around her waist and pulled her against him before dipping his head and pressing a kiss against her mouth. She responded immediately, parting her lips so he could slide his tongue between them. Fuck, he loved how responsive she was to him.
He pulled back and smoothed her hair away from her face. “What do you think about one more lesson tonight, Sunshine?”
“Yes.” Her eagerness and the look of hot desire on her face made his cock press painfully against his jeans. “If I get to choose the lesson.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I want to give you a blowjob.” Her face flushed red.
“You sure you want to do that instead of another pussy eating?” He was goddamn obsessed with eating her pussy. It was like his own personal mission to make up for how long she’d gone without a tongue in that perfect pussy of hers.