“I’m sooo sorry for objectifying your strength,” I tease as he turns through the doorway to his bedroom, then sets me down on my bare feet.
The man stares at me, smolder in his irises. “Actually, you should objectify me all night long,” he rumbles as his eyes roam up and down my frame.
I feel naked under his gaze, and I like it a lot.
Need licks at my skin.
Harlan peers at my dress. “Got a zipper on that?”
An idea bursts before me, bright and powerful.
“Rip it off,” I urge.
He lifts one questioning brow. “You want me to tear off your dress? You sure?”
The idea takes a delicious, cathartic hold of me. I need this. I have to have it. I grab a handful of the chiffon skirt. “I’m not wearing this again. I promise.”
“Do you want to sell it?”
Just like I need to have him tonight, I need him to shred this dress from my body. “No. I want you to tear it off me.”
He gives a slow and sexy shrug. “What the lady wants . . .”
My shirtless football player fireman closes the distance, spins me around, sets his big hands on my back.
I shiver in anticipation.
This want feels exhilarating.
Necessary too.
I draw a breath, waiting for him to tug the fabric in one rip. His hands clasp around the top of the chiffon.
But instead, soft lips whisper across my skin.
“Oh God,” I gasp, unbidden.
Unexpectedly.
His mouth travels across my back, dusting reverent, open-mouthed caresses along my body. I arch into his touch, craving more. “Yes,” I murmur.
He roams along my skin to my shoulder, presses a hungrier kiss right there, then coasts those decadent lips over my neck. “Mmm. You taste delicious,” he says.
I shudder as a pulse beats between my legs.
This man does things to me. He has since the night I met him. And he seems to sense my needs before I’m even fully aware of them.
Like he knew I needed gentle, tender kisses first.
He picks up the pace, kissing me harder, rougher. Then digging his teeth into my shoulder. I cry out as he bites me, tossing my head back as the ache turns both sweet and sharp.
“Mmm. You still like biting, I see.”
“From you,” I add, since that feels important. I want him to know that he brings out this feral cat in me, who likes to play and nip. With Harlan, I seem to possess an animalistic desire to tussle.
“Is that so? You saved your biting for me, sweetheart?”
“I did,” I answer as he lifts his face, then returns his hands to the top of my dress. He gives a gentle tug at first. “Ready?”
Funny, I want the ripping off of my dress even more now that he’s marked my back with his sweet, greedy kisses.
Harlan wraps his fingers around the chiffon, then gives a fast, powerful jerk.
The sound of fabric tearing rends the air.
And heats my core.
Holy shit.
It worked.
I gaze down at the top, hanging at my waist in tatters. I’m wearing only a lace bustier and the bottom half of my wedding dress. “Mmm. Gorgeous,” he murmurs against my neck. “Want more?”
“All the way,” I say, breathless, urging him on. Pleasure rattles through me, as he bends lower, one knee on the floor, then gives another hard tug.
Rip!
The white chiffon pools at my feet in pieces.
I turn around, wearing only the lace corset, a garter, and white, barely-there panties.
His eyes glimmer with desire. “Edible, sweetheart. You’re so damn edible,” he says, groaning in wanton appreciation.
His heated gaze sends pleasure spinning in me, dampening my panties so they’re nearly soaked.
I slide my teeth along the corner of my mouth. “Then maybe eat me,” I suggest, since I’m helpful like that.
“I’ve been waiting seven years to taste your sweetness.”
His hands slink around my back once more, and he unhooks my bustier. It falls to the floor and the groan that comes from him officially turns me into a hot, wet mess.
Exactly how I want to be right now.
But there’s one more thing I want too. “What do you say we go for full-frontal nudity? From both of us,” I offer, gesturing to him, still clothed in pants.
“I say yes, since you’re better than my wildest fantasies,” he says, staring shamelessly. His eat-me-alive gaze makes my skin sizzle.
In seconds, I slip off my panties. His clothes hit the floor, his cock springing free.
Oh yes.
He is mine tonight—all those yummy inches.
With hooded eyes, he takes a step closer, reaches for my garter, and slides it down my leg. “Everything off.”
I step out of the garter, officially done with my wedding clothes.
Harlan flops down on the bed. “Now, come sit on my face.”
Happy Just-Escaped-Marriage Day to me, indeed.
8
Harlan
I need to distract Katie completely from her day.
And I intend to do that with my tongue.
“Get up here now, woman. I am starving for you,” I tell her as she straddles me, and I grab her hips.