She Loves Me (Harmony Pointe #3) - Melissa Foster Page 0,85
open, and she sat up, her heart racing.
She hadn’t moved all night? What did that mean? She was a wild sleeper, tossing and turning all night. Sometimes she awoke tangled up in her sheets, or with the sheets and blankets on the floor. She looked down at her nakedness and snagged the blanket from around her legs, pulling it over her chest.
Jiggs lifted his head from the dog bed in the corner of the room. He looked at Harley, and then he lay back down and closed his eyes.
Seriously? He taught you to sleep in on weekends?
Harley’s arms circled her from behind and he kissed her back. “I thought I might get a few more minutes before you freaked out.”
“Harley, you just said that I didn’t move all night. I have no idea what that means. Isn’t this weird to you? You, me, naked? It’s Saturday morning, and it’s—” She glanced at the clock on his nightstand. “Seven o’clock?” She never slept this late! “This is crazy. I’m crazy. You’ve made me crazy.”
She moved to get off the bed, and Harley dragged her down to the mattress on her back, grinning at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?” And why, after all these years, did she suddenly see how gorgeous he was every damn time she looked at him? Had she really never noticed that his eyes weren’t just blue, but they were rich and delicious. They were blueberry blue. And for the love of God, why did that make her all tingly?
“I just can’t believe how beautiful you are when you freak out.” Harley pressed his lips to hers.
She rolled her eyes. “Harley . . .”
“You asked if this was weird. It’s not weird. It’s perfect to me, Trig.”
“Of course it is,” she said sarcastically. “Well, it’s weird to me. I’m weird to me right now.”
His brows slanted. “You mean you want to bolt?”
“No. I don’t want to.”
“But . . . ?”
“I don’t know, okay?”
“Did you hate waking up with me that much? Or is it because you’re not in your own bed? We can try this at your place tonight.”
“No, I don’t hate this. That’s why it’s so weird. And we are not staying at my house. I just need a second. I thought I felt weird when I saw my pictures on your refrigerator, but this tops it. It’s like . . . weird on steroids. I know people do this all the time, but I don’t. This is the first time I have ever woken up in a man’s bed. Ever, Harley. I need time to wrap my head around it.”
“Okay.” He shifted over her and kissed her cheek. “How about if I remind you why you decided to spend the night? Maybe then you’ll feel less weird.”
He slid his tongue along the shell of her ear and bit into the lobe, sending white-hot lust darting through her. He lowered his mouth to her neck, sucking and licking. She felt herself go damp and squeezed her thighs together.
His gaze darkened. He laced their fingers together and pressed her hands into the mattress beside her head as he nudged her legs open with his knees. The broad crown of his erection pressed temptingly against her center, causing her sex to clench.
He brushed his lips over hers and said, “It feels to me like you want to be reminded.”
Did she ever . . .
He lowered his mouth to hers, taunting her with his cock, rubbing it along her wetness. She lifted her hips, wanting him so badly she was shaking. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, and she swore she felt it between her legs.
“Tell me you want me,” he said heatedly.
“As if you don’t already know.” Her words dripped with sarcasm.
An arrogant grin slid across his face. “Oh, I know, Trig. I’ve always known. But I want to hear it.”
How did he know exactly what she liked? “Fine. I want you, Dutch. I want your big blissmaker inside me, and I want you to fuck me hard.”
“I like that dirty mouth of yours, and I’ll fuck you, but then I’m going to take you so slow and make you feel so good, you’ll want me to cherish you forever.”
She swallowed hard, anxious to feel as close as they had last night. He reached into the nightstand and grabbed two condoms, tossing one to the other side of the mattress.
As he went up on his knees to sheath himself, she said, “After this we’re