Beneath the Lights by Leslie Johnson

Author:Leslie Johnson [Johnson, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Atrevida Publishing
Published: 2017-10-18T23:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Ian

“Do you want spring rolls?” I ask Harbor, who’s in the kitchen pouring us wine as I order dinner to go along with our upcoming TV binge session.

“Yes, please.” Harbor kisses the back of my neck, putting her arms around me, two glasses of wine dangling in her hands in front of me.

I end the call and nibble on the inside of her wrist.

She hums in that way that tells me she wants me and asks, “How much time do we have until the food gets here?”

“Not enough to finish what I want to do,” I say, taking the glasses and kissing her deeply.

“I missed this.” Harbor kisses her way down my neck, nipping my collarbone, her tiny fingers working on completely unbuttoning my shirt.

“How can you miss this? You saw me naked this morning.”

“You know what I mean.”

“You better stop that or the delivery guy’s going to think I have a crush on him.”

Harbor laughs, which is exactly what I was trying to get her to do. The subject of missing me came too close to home and I had to find a way to change the subject. Harbor pushes her pelvis into my hard-on and I growl at her, making her giggle as she bumps into me again.

“Fuck it. I can go fast.” I quickly wrap my arms around her. Harbor screeches when I lift her up and we both tumble onto the couch, yanking off each other’s clothes. My mouth descends around Harbor’s nipple just when there’s a knock on the door.

“Just let it go. We can order from another delivery place. I promise to make it worth it.” Harbor’s hand slips into my unbuttoned jeans.

I’m about to agree with her, but the delivery guy doesn’t seem to want to be ignored and he starts banging on the door yelling, “Chinese Garden!” as loud as he can.

“You’re going to get it aren’t you?” Harbor groans, letting her head hit the cushion.

I reluctantly pull myself off Harbor and her luscious curves, yanking on my button-down and slacks. “Hold on to that thought,” I order, staring at her breasts heaving. “Fuck, you’re sexy.” I move toward the angry door banger and tip him generously to get him out of my way faster.

“I told you not to move,” I groan when I turn and see Harbor sitting on the couch wearing my undershirt. Her long, smooth legs peek out and tempt me.

“Sorry.” Harbor grins at me.

“I don’t think you are.”

We dish out the food and watch half of a season of Game of Thrones, leaning into each other and cracking up at the rare funny moments. Since our fight and hot make out session three weeks ago, eating in and watching shows has become our new normal. Except for this week. Harbor has been shooting her commercial and we’ve been off schedule, barely seeing each other for more than a couple minutes to say hi and bye.

Harbor and I are everything a couple should be, the only thing missing to make it official would be me saying Harbor is my girlfriend.

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