Page 64 of Puppy Love

Technically, he was already doing that, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

“What part of your bare skin?” he asked with a small tsk. “Don’t you know that you have to be specific when making wishes? Otherwise, the genie is going to trick you. He’s not to be trusted.”

On the contrary, she trustedthisgenie with both her life and her body. She blushed at the thought of giving voice to exactly what she wanted him to do with the latter—that she wanted him to move his hand upward until he was cupping her breasts, or even to forgo a gentle exploration of her torso and slide his hand between her bare thighs. Sophie wasn’t squeamish about sex, but there was a difference between enjoying an act and making that request under the stark, open sky.

“Well?” he prodded. He knew how hard this was on her, the jerk, and was making it more difficult on purpose. With Harrison, she had the feeling every victory was going to have to be earned.

Challenge. Accepted.

She’d never felt so ready—so excited—at the prospect of battle.

“Lady,” she said, and arched her back against his hand’s taunting withdrawal. “And Tramp. I want you to touch Lady and the Tramp.”

His entire body stilled. For a brief moment, it was as though he’d turned to stone, pinning her to earth for all of eternity. It wasn’t as daunting a fate as it seemed, but she couldn’t help being relieved when he released a tortured groan.

“Please tell me those aren’t the names of your—”

“Tits?” she interrupted, pleased and surprised at how easily the syllable rolled off her tongue. “Yes, they are. Would you like to meet them? I warn you—Lady can be a bit shy. You may have to coax her out a little.”

The last of her inhibition fled as Harrison muttered something about the folly of falling into such an obvious honey trap. The idea intrigued her. She’d never been anything close to a honey trap before. But for this man, she was willing to try.

“Touch me, Harrison,” she said. “Anywhere and everywhere you want.”

“You’re going to be the death of me. You know that, right?”

His question was rhetorical. Without waiting for her to agree or argue, he dropped his lips to hers for another searing kiss. This one was accompanied by his hand sweeping past the soft swell of her stomach and heading straight for Lady. He had no way of knowing which breast was which, but it didn’t matter because he obviously planned on giving them both the same thorough treatment.

Her bra was an expensive one, unsuited for support and comfort while out in the elements, but ideal for man exploring the softly molded cups. His fingers slipped over the top and caressed her skin, teasing the edge of her nipples until she moaned into his mouth. She tried arching again, but his weight had become so settled that it was all she could do to lay there and let him explore her the way he saw fit.

As that included the graze of his rough fingers over the tips of her breasts and the grinding of his hips against hers, she was fine with whatever he planned to do to her. Her nipples grew tight and hot under his touch, her belly taut with anticipation. She could practically feel the blood coursing through her veins and down between her thighs, her body throbbing with the ache of emptiness.

“How can one person be so fucking soft?” he asked.

“I don’t know. How can one person be so fucking hard?” She groaned as the ridge of his erection pressed against her. “I’m ready for my third wish, by the way.”

His voice was hoarse. “I don’t have much more to give, Sophie. You have to realize that by now.”

“Oh, there’s a lot more you can give. What I really want—what I’ve wanted since the moment I met you—is to feel you inside of me.”

“Fuck.” He swore with a vehemence that was difficult to interpret. Was he agreeing with her and announcing his intentions to perform said deed? Or had she pushed him too far, and he was refusing to comply?

God, she hoped it was the first one. She wasn’t sure how much more of this agony she could take.

A discreet cough sounded from above them, “Uh, Harrison?”

“Fuck,” Harrison said again, pulling himself away from her.

Understanding dawned—and with it, the realization that she was writhing on the ground with a man’s hand firmly up her shirt. Jessica had the decency to be looking off somewhere in the distance, her gaze fixed on a rolling green bluff, but Sophie was pretty sure she must have seen—and heard—plenty already.

“I’m sorry,” Jessica said. “But there’s been an accident.”

Harrison shot the rest of the way up, leaving Sophie with her stomach bared to the elements. She might have been insulted if not for the wholly honorable way his thoughts went to his puppy. “Is Bubbles—?”

“Fine, she’s fine. Great, in fact. The problem is with, uh, Derek. His bolas…”

Harrison groaned and closed his eyes. All of the anxiety that the idea of Bubbles in danger had brought out in him was reduced to a guttural, “That debauched troglodyte. Whose idea was it to let him anywhere near a weapon?”

Sophie couldn’t help but giggle. It was hard to believe that this man once looked at that puppy with anything but love and adoration. She’d never seen anyone fall so hard for an animal before—and she’d seen her fair share of happy placements.