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“Now who’s being the tease?” he asked.

I laughed. “Always the bad girl.” Easing myself down, I took him in an inch.

He hissed. “Goddamn it, Kat.” Grabbing my hips, he pulled me the rest of the way down. His cock stretched me as it went all the way in.

I gasped as I adjusted to his size, his fingers digging into the soft flesh at my hips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Harrison whispered, blowing out a breath.

“It was the double orgasm,” I said, leaning down to kiss him. I slipped my tongue into his mouth as I lifted up and dropped back down again. Riding him, I relished how he filled me so completely. He supported my hips as he shifted the angle of his thrusts, hitting my G-spot as another orgasm spiraled through me. The sound of our combined wetness was overwhelming, and I became raw need, the orgasm the only thing that mattered. As I chased that high, the pressure built higher than I thought possible until the orgasm rippled through me.

“Holy hell!” I screamed, lost to the sensation as I fractured into a million pieces.

Harrison’s fingers dug in harder, but I could hardly feel them as his thrusts became erratic, his own release pulsing through him. “Fuck, Kat,” he whispered as he stilled inside me, my pussy not wanting to release him.

Chapter 6

Harrison

I blew out a breath, my eyes locking on hers as I pulled out of her. That had been better than I’d dared hope for. Not following my friends’ advice about a one-night stand had been the way to go.

This girl was so much more than that.

Which was insane. I hardly knew her, and yet, as her eyes met mine, her chest still heaving, I knew nothing would ever be the same. Kat shifted off me, and the loss of her heat was immediate and jarring. I shivered as a light early-summer breeze swept through the window. My skin glistened with sweat, making me even more chilled. Kat must have felt it too, as she shivered, searching for her clothes as she broke eye contact. I blinked as she stood, pulling her pants and shirt back on.

Fumbling, I dressed as well; not only to stave off the cold, but now that it was over, me being naked while she was fully clothed felt wrong somehow. “Ready for more food?” I asked. I wanted her to stay, but was that ridiculous? She didn’t live here. As the questions and unfamiliar insecurities rushed over me, I frowned. This wasn’t like me. Where had the cocky, bantering full-grown man gone? I felt like a teenager wondering if the girl I liked liked me back.

She cleared her throat. “Actually, I better head home. I’ll call or email for more information about your dig, but I think we’d better call it a day.”

My face fell, hurt spiraling through me with her rejection. Nodding, I said, “Okay. You sure?” Even I heard the desperation in my voice. I was raw. Vulnerable. No wonder she was going to walk away. The confident man had been replaced with a timid weakling. Clearing my throat, I attempted to get some control back. I grabbed Kat’s wrist and pulled her to me, the exquisite line of her curves—in all the right places—hitting me. I fisted the hair at the back of her neck and kissed her, letting the tenderness I felt for her pour into it, and she melted into me. I groaned, slipping my tongue in to taste her as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back.

She pulled back, taking her intoxicating lips with her. Tracing her palm across the stubble on my face, she said, “Thanks for a great time, Harrison, but I really do need to go. I’ll call you.”

Grinding my teeth together, I nodded again and let her go. “Goodbye, Kat.”

She sighed and opened her mouth, quickly closing it again. “Goodbye, Harrison.” Suddenly, she was gone, and I stood there, wondering what the hell had happened. What had gone wrong? As insane as it sounded, she had felt like mine in every sense of the word, and I was nowhere near done with her yet.

This wasn’t over.

I crossed the living room in the opposite direction Kat had gone and sat at my desk in my office. Opening my laptop, I decided to do some digging about Ms. Katarina Vargas. She wasn’t the only one in town who could do some research. It was obvious she was super attracted to me, so it must have been something else making her distant. Could it have been a sense of professional duty? Or was there something in her past I needed to worry about? No matter how many times my head told me this was insane, my heart told me otherwise.

I wanted to keep Kat, and I wasn’t going to let her get away so easily. This was not over. Not by a long shot. Taking a deep breath, I decided to start with her LinkedIn page. That was justified, right?

She hadn’t been writing for I Dig It! for very long, which surprised me. Given that she’d taken archaeology, I would have thought it would be her main subject to focus on. Her last writing job had only lasted a few months, and there was a gap before Dig. Was that usual? Had she been fired for some reason, or had she quit without another job lined up? Both scenarios felt wrong, but she’d run out so fast that there must have been a reason.

Leaning back into the cool leather of my chair, I steepled my fingers, picturing the way her eyes had lit up when I’d mentioned an expedition. I knew she would call. It was just a matter of when and if she would push me back into professional territory. I couldn’t imagine ever being fully professional, not after being inside of her. I got hard again just thinking about the way she’d ridden me.

Damn it. Had that been a terrible mistake? It hadn’t been for me. She was incredible, but did she think it was a mistake? I needed to bring my A game if I wanted her. A one-night stand wasn’t my style. Was it hers? Could she walk away from the undeniable chemistry we had? Shit. I sounded so needy. Was it so awful that I wanted more, though? I’d been with a woman for years who didn’t give a shit about what I loved. The resentment had built into a mountain, and I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone who cared for a change. Feeding her pizza and banging her on the couch needed an upgrade. As much as she’d seemed to enjoy it, I could do better.

Chapter 7

Kat

As I slid behind the wheel, my head still spun. I’d fucked my interview subject. This would come back and bite me in the ass, I knew it. Moron. Even though my brain berated me, my body still hummed from his touch in post-orgasmic bliss. How could I wish it never happened when I felt like this? I sighed, pulling out my phone.

Me: Elvis. Can we make it tonight? I need to talk to you.

Emma: Sure. You’re heading back from Chicago already? I’ll swing over about 6?