Take Me

Harley

Nobody had ever looked at me the way Rick was looking at me right now.

His gaze was hot, dark, and deep, but there was a soft fondness to the way his eyes rolled over me, starting at my eyes and working their way across my cheeks, over my nose, and to my lips, where they lingered for some time. I was more than a little aware of how sharp my breathing had become.

Somehow, he made me burn with need without even touching me, with just a look.

His eyes left my lips and made their way down my neck and over my chest. I lifted my arms over my head when he reached out to take off my top. It fell to the floor between our feet, and he raked his eyes over my breasts, which were pushed up to my chin in a ruby-red push-up bra. He cupped them in his strong hands and massaged them, pushing my senses into overdrive.

He smelled like blood, pine, and sandalwood. His knuckles were bruised but not split, and I held him to me when he bowed his head to trace his lips across my cleavage. I needed him