30 Days (17 page)

I pushed my hands into his hair, once again marveling at how soft it was. I lightly dug my nails into his scalp and down to the back of his neck. I felt him shiver against me, his muscles tighten and contract as I continued to tease. Harrison groaned and bucked his hard cock against my pussy.

“I can't wait to finally fuck you.” He said the words against my mouth. I wanted to swallow them whole, keep them locked inside me forever.

With a little effort, I shifted so I was able to wrap my legs around his waist. The change in position put his cock against my clit, pressure in addition to the shaking bed. If there were a way to package this moment up and sell it, I'd be a billionaire. The tension increased as he bucked in counter time with the shaking. I was beginning to get to the point of no return. My orgasm wasn't creeping up any longer. It was galloping full speed ahead.

As I let my eyes slip closed, about to let my body take me over the edge, the bed stopped.

“No,” I groaned. “Fuck, that's not fair.”

“Close, were you?” He kissed his way down my neck to my chest, where he placed several reverent kisses to my cleavage.

“You have no idea.”

“I think I have some.” Rather than stop as he always had before, he continued kissing down across my stomach. It was only when he adjusted himself between my legs and reached for the hem of my dress that I realized what he was about to do.

Oh, bless him.

The black lace panties were my way of compromising for having sex on the day of a funeral. It was clearly the right choice when Harrison pushed up my dress and moaned. Rather than reach to remove them right away, he leaned in and rubbed his nose against my pussy.

“You smell so fucking amazing.” Opening his mouth, he pressed it to my cloth-covered clit and blew. The hot air had me press up against him, my back bowing off the bed.

“If you keep doing that I'm not going to last long.”

“We can't have that.” He pulled back and hooked his hands around the band of the panties. “These are the sexiest things I've ever seen.”

Despite everything we'd done to this point, I grew shy as he worked the thin lace down my hips, exposing me to him. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, so why did this feel different? He left me long enough to pull the panties free. Rather than toss them aside, he tucked them into his pants pocket.

“What—”

“Shh.” He then put his face between my legs and licked across my clit.

The warmth of his mouth on me had my thighs trembling. I dug my nails into the comforter, scared that I'd suddenly take flight before I'd get to enjoy the end result. He ran his tongue around the swollen nub, flicking it every so often before he'd continue with his teasing. It was almost too much after the pressure from the vibrations before. It wasn't until he pressed a finger into my pussy, curling it up to hit something deep inside me I'd never known was there, that my orgasm raced forward.

My back bowed and my hips lifted off the mattress as his hands came up to support my ass. I called out his name before it dissolved into a wordless scream. It didn't take long for the pleasure to overwhelm me and I was pushing at his head. “Stop. Please. God.”

He pulled back, his chin wet from my come. “Delicious.”

Panting, I turned my face, unable to look at him. “You're crazy.”

“Just telling the truth.” He ran his hands up the insides of my thighs. “You need a drink?”

Oh no he didn't.
“No. I do need a cock though.”

It was weird, seeing Harrison look slightly embarrassed. “I didn't want to rush it. This weekend is about you.”

“Then consider this an extension of what you just did.” I sat up, grabbing his shirt in my hands and giving him a small shake. “We've done
everything
except the one thing I want. Now go get a condom from the sex kit and get your ass back over here to fuck me.”

He looked at me so intently I thought I was going to blush again. Whatever it was he saw the moment passed. He gave my thigh a light slap and went in search of the condoms as directed. It was fun to watch him move around the room. The way his arms flexed as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it free. The micro-expressions on his face that betrayed the presence of the fleeting thoughts that were racing through his head. I might not know everything about his past, but clearly his ex-wife had hurt him.

The bitch. She better hope we never meet.

I beckoned him with my finger when he started to undo the front of his pants. “Come here and let me take those off.”

“I'd been planning on the two of us playing strip poker first, then sex.” He stopped at the foot of the bed. “But I've learned to be flexible over the years.”

My hands were steady as I opened his fly and grabbed hold of his cock through his briefs. Unlike before, I knew what he liked, those spots that would drive him nuts. The nerves that I'd half-expected to show up, didn't. It was odd, but somewhere in my mind Harrison had shifted from friend-with-benefits to lover. It eased my body and mind, and helped me to fully enjoy the moment.

This particular moment involved me sucking his cock.

I was too impatient to push his briefs all the way down, just far enough so I could take the head of his cock into my mouth. I teased him the way he'd licked at my clit, slow and steady. I wasn't going to have him come in my mouth, not this time. No, that honor was going to be for a different place.

It was a bit of a challenge, but I kept swallowing him down as I worked his briefs and pants across his hips and down his thighs. Thankfully, gravity helped out and I was quickly left with a naked Harrison. Grabbing his ass cheeks with my hands, I used him as leverage to take him deep into my throat.

“Christ, you're good at that.” His hands went to my head, resting there rather than helping.

I wasn't about to argue with him. Hell, I'd watched videos on how to give a great blow job over the years. There was nothing wrong with wanting to excel at something and Rob had never complained. It was nice to know that my skills were transferable.

His cock was hot and leaking as I lapped at it. I tucked my teeth behind my lips and bit down on his head. Harrison sucked in a breath and his fingers tightened in my hair, a sure sign that he was enjoying himself. As I played with his balls with my free hand, I felt them tighten, the skin now too rigid to tug. He was close to coming, which wasn't something that I wanted to happen. Not yet at any rate.

It made me more than a little sad to pull away, but I really wanted to have him inside me. The little moan he made when I finally broke contact was immensely satisfying though. “Hush. I just want to put this on.”

The condom was slick as I pried it from the wrapper. It had literally been years since I'd had to deal with one of these things. I'd been on the pill after we'd gotten married and we hadn't bothered. So the whole application thing was awkward at best. Harrison was certainly enjoying the show, if the perma-grin he had on his face was any indication. But the moment latex met skin, his eyes rolled up into his head and a full body shudder passed through him.

“You like that?” I made sure to squeeze his shaft extra hard as I rolled it down to the base.

“I like your hands on me.” His teeth were clenched as his eyes remained shut. “And your mouth.”

“I can tell. I hope you like the rest of me as much.” Letting him go, I stretched back on the bed and spread my legs.

“You.” He swallowed, his tongue peeking out as it swiped his bottom lip. “You're going to kill me.”

“
La petite mort.
” I cocked my head to the side and smiled. “You'll like it.”

Harrison dropped to his hands and knees on the mattress and crawled up my length until his mouth covered mine and his cock pressed to my pussy. “You're beautiful.” He thrust forward.

I gasped. His cock filled every inch of me, pressing deep into my body. My breath shortened and for a second I was overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment. I was thankful that he held still, letting me adjust to having him there.

“Are you okay?” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Yeah.” I tried to smile but my lips quivered too much. A tear had formed at the corner of my eye and slipped down my hairline to my ear. “I didn't think I would react this way. It's stupid.”

“No it isn't.” He wiped the tear trail with his thumb. “Want me to stop?”

“God no. Just. Stay there for a minute.”

The wave of unexpected emotion ebbed the longer he held me in his arms. The whole time Harrison managed to keep himself in check and not once did he pressure me to continue. That helped me relax and in no time I started to gently buck my hips, encouraging him to move. He kissed me hard as he started thrusting.

Even though I'd used the dildos in the past month, the arti-ficialness of the silicone had nothing on making love to a man. It wasn't simply his cock; no, it was most definitely the whole package when it came to him. The smell of Old Spice and shampoo, the hint of sweat rising from him as we writhed on the bed. The feel of his skin and hair and muscles against me, solid and reassuring.

And wow he was hot. Waves of heat caused sweat to pool between my breasts and on my belly. We had to stop so I could strip my dress and bra free, leaving me blissfully naked. Now completely free from impediment, Harrison captured my breasts in his hands, suckling first one then the other nipple. Never once in the past had I been able to have multiple orgasms. It just wasn't my thing no matter how hard Rob and I had tried. The fact that the precedent hadn't been set didn't seem to matter.

Harrison would swivel his hip, grinding against my clit at the same time he'd pinch my nipples. The mix of pleasure and pain wasn't something I'd experienced before. Not like this. The faint stirrings of arousal grew higher and hotter, until I was moaning and meeting Harrison's thrusts with some of my own.

“Shit.” His voice was muffled as he pressed his forehead to my shoulder. “You're going to make me come.”

“Me too.”

He bit down on the spot where my shoulder meets my neck. His tongue flicked madly over my skin the same way he'd teased my clit. It was all too much for me; being with him, everything that we'd done that had led us to this moment, it all converged. My muscles seized and I squeezed around him as my second orgasm slammed into me. I bit the side of his biceps and dug my nails into his back as I cried out.

Harrison tensed as well, groaning into the mattress. His hips jerked as he slammed into me twice more before he finally fell forward. He crushed me before I dug my fingers into his sides. “Can't breathe.”

He took the weight on his forearms and knees and kissed my collarbone. “Sorry. I thought you killed me there for a moment. Had to make sure I was still breathing.”

Out of the blue, I started laughing. For the first time since Rob's passing I was happy. Not pretending to be so, not even
in a good mood.
Joy had been my onetime constant companion, but had stopped visiting with Rob's death. Harrison had brought that back to me, giving me something to move toward.

“You okay there?” He looked confused.

I gave him a shove so he rolled off me. “I'm fine. That was . . . awesome.” I kissed him for good measure.

“Don't move. Let me get a cloth to clean you up.” Holding the condom, he disappeared into the bathroom for a minute.

Stretched out wide on the bed, I relaxed and let the mattress hold me up. This was what I'd been missing. It wasn't so much about the sex as it was the connection. Rob and I always had fun when we'd made love. It was one of the reasons why his cards really weren't a surprise to me. And yes, they would help me get out of my shell sexually, but they also served another purpose. They were a tool to help me find the right man, the one who could make me happy.

Only someone who could handle these cards with humor and grace would be a good fit for me. Rob must have realized that as well. Too bad the man who was turning out to be perfect for me would be gone in a month.

With my gaze locked on the ceiling, I realized that Harrison and I really did click. Sure we weren't perfect, nor did we have the history that Rob and I did before we got together, but that didn't matter. I loved the adventure, the discovery. I loved the new punch lines we were starting to develop. God, I especially loved the way he could turn me on and play my body like an instrument. It was mind-blowing.

I loved . . .

Slowly, I sat up, my eyes growing wide.

Shit.

I really
was
starting to fall in love with him. Somehow, without me really realizing, Harrison had taken up a small spot in my heart that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with . . . whatever the hell the two of us had. He'd started to take root inside me and now I had thoughts and feelings for him winding throughout me.

I was going to have to figure out what I could do about that before things ended badly for both of us.

23

W
hen we sat down and really looked at what Rob had intended for me to do with a partner, we realized it was too much for three days. I mean, I was more than happy with the idea of having nonstop sex over the weekend, and while Harrison assured me he'd be more than able to keep up with the demands, we both agreed that we might need breaks. And possibly food. And wine. Definitely wine.

I also realized that as much as the sex-ins were good times, I was starting to get greedy again. Harrison was only going to be here for a little over a month and I still didn't know all I wanted to about him. If he was going to leave me, then I wanted to mine every detail I could from him. Memorize every tidbit and file it in my head next to my memories of Rob. I didn't need to question why he'd become that important to me. It was obvious.

That realization hit me as we were in the middle of a particularly epic fuck session. I was on my hands and knees and Harrison was taking me from behind. His hands would alternate between squeezing my hips and caressing the base of my spine. The two motions were so different in their intensity, it got me wondering what he was thinking about. Or more accurately, who.

“Do you miss your ex-wife?” I asked the question as I reached between my legs and started playing with his balls.

Harrison chuckled as he slammed into me a bit harder than before. “I'm a bit terrified to answer that question at the moment.”

I tugged his balls, but not in a way that would hurt him. “Just curious. Have you had sex with other women since her, or just me?”

In a move that I couldn't figure out later how he managed, he flipped me over onto my back and slid his cock back inside me. “Why are we talking about my ex?”

“It's fun to talk during sex.” I ran my nails down along the length of his arms. “Don't you think?”

“Not about my ex.”

“Sorry. My brain goes all weird when I get horny. Rob used to—”

“Not about Rob either.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

Then he did this thing with his hands on my clit and my nipple in his mouth and I was screaming like a banshee. After he'd come and we were stretched out on the bed in all of our sweaty, naked glory, I laced our fingers together and asked again.

“So
have
you been with other women since your divorce?”

He let out this little huff of air through his nose that could have been annoyance, but I took it as him realizing that once I got something in my head I wasn't going to forget about it. He was smarter than most people if he'd figured that out about me already.

He gave my hand a little squeeze. “You are the only woman since Angie. I wasn't all that keen to get into any relationship, even just a fling.”

“So what made you change your mind about me?” I wanted to be flattered by his about-face on his views on women, but I wasn't so naïve to believe I was the reason for it.

“You. Well, you and your situation. Mrs. Le Page talked you up to me quite a bit those first few days. Then there was the incident at the bar. You tweaked my protective streak.”

“I tweaked something.” I ran my finger up the length of his flaccid cock. “Well, your protective streak is going to have to learn to leave me behind pretty soon.”

“Six weeks.” He rolled onto his side so our noses were nearly touching. Being this close to him, it was as though the entire world had disappeared and all that existed was this room and the man on this bed with me.

There was something about the look in his eyes that made my skin tingle and my breathing deepen. A spark that I'd seen before, not in Harrison, but on the day Rob had proposed to me. Slowly, he rubbed the tips of our noses together. “I think we have a problem.”

“What's that?” I barely managed a whisper.

“I can't get into another relationship. I just can't.” He swallowed hard before reaching up to cup my cheek. “And you are still in love with your late husband.”

I jerked, but he didn't let my face go. “What does that mean? Of course I still love Rob. I always will.”

“I wouldn't want anything less for you.” He sighed, his eyes slipping closed for a moment. “I can see that brain of yours working away. You're comparing me to him. Trying things that you used to do for him to see if I'll like them. I'm not him.”

“I know. I don't want you to be him.”

It wasn't fair, and yet I understood why it bothered him. I pushed myself to a sitting position. Given the position, my belly was all doubled over and my boobs sagged down nearly touching the rolls. Rob would have poked at them, maybe even teased me. I wouldn't have felt embarrassed about the look or his words. Harrison couldn't resist them either, but rather than poking, he ran his fingers across the dips and valleys in a gentle caress.

“You're only the second man to ever see me naked.”

“I'm honored.”

“You should be.” I kissed his forehead. “You're right. In my mind I do compare situations with what I've done in the past. Sometimes your reactions surprise me because they're not what I'm used to. It's actually really exciting for me, which is something I hadn't expected. There's something to be said for a new beginning. I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't wish we could be together longer, see if we could make something work, but I know that's not going to happen. So let's just have fun until you have to leave. Okay?”

Rather than the relief I'd expected to see on his face, I was surprised by the fleeting look of disappointment. “Sounds perfect.”

He didn't want things to end.

My lungs stopped working for a moment while my brain processed the meaning of that. Despite everything—his ex, Rob, only being here for six more weeks—he didn't want things to end either.

I didn't know how to feel about that. I mean, it was good. Really good. Sure, now I knew more about his past and that would complicate matters. And no, I probably wasn't ready for something serious. Neither of those facts meant that I wanted him to go.

I wanted Harrison in my life for more than just sex.

Regardless of the whole sure-I-might-be-a-teeny-bit-in-love thing, coupled with the whole Rob-wouldn't-fault-me-but-still-guilty thing.

The moment I sucked in a fresh breath, my heart raced with excitement. If he was starting to have feelings for me, if there was a chance that he might actually fall in love with me, then I was going to take it.

I wanted Harrison. I wanted a much longer chance to get to know him.

By God, I was going to win him over.

Harrison got up and went in search of the sex bag. “If we've agreed on having fun, then we better work on these cards of yours. I'd hate to leave anything undone when I go.”

The cards. Well, if that's what was going to give me the time I needed to figure out a way to get him to stay in Toronto, and subsequently with me, then I was going to take it.

“Well then,” I said as I pushed myself onto my forearms, “let's make a list and get to work.”

Operation Win Harrison's Heart was on.