Free Change of Harte (Harte, #2) (Harte Series) by Brooke Harris

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    ‘OH.MY.GOD.’
    ‘Not yet, baby,’ he said easing back. ‘I want you to come wrapped around my cock.’
    His cock pulsing against her combined with the lust in his voice made fighting her orgasm almost impossible.
    ‘Okay,’ she gasped. ‘Now. Please, Julian. I need you now.’
    Julian slipped his fingers out of her. His hands raced up her back and he gripped her shoulders tight, guiding her, forcing her down onto his waiting cock. He pushed hard, groaning with a deep, primal satisfaction as he filled her. She gasped for air as the weight of his body slammed her against the wall. His hips t h rashed against her ass, slamming his thick cock in and out in a feverish passion.
    Heat rushed over her as beads of lustful sweat trickled down her spine. The base of his cock rubbed her clit perfectly, to the point of explosion. The desire had started last night. Seeing him again had made her hungry for him. Hungry or this…this moment of just the two of them like no one else in the world existed. One last ripple of pressure surged from her toes to the top of her head and her orgasm shook her whole body like a rocket taking off inside her. Julian’s rapid breathing echoed hers, and he gripped her a fraction tighter as he let the control he’d exercised go. His body jolted against hers as his come spilled out of him.
    Eva’s heart thumped against her chest as they untangled their bodies and she fell back against the bed. Julian threw the condom she’d barely noticed him put on in the bin and joined her on top of the sheets. Their naked, sticky bodies, both blissfully exhausted. Maybe she only had him for a day…she had no idea. But as long as she had him, she was going to enjoy him. Every beautiful fucking inch of him.

Chapter 11
    Eva’s eyes twitched and finally opened. Bright, morning light burned against her bare consciousness. She rubbed her eyes, slid her legs out the side of the high, four-poster bed, and pulled a face when she realised they’d forgotten to close the blinds last night. She grabbed Julian’s shirt off the floor and rushed to regain her modesty. She looked back at the bed. Julian lay on his back, bare chested with just a thin white sheet draped across his lower body. Stupid sheet blocks the best part , she thought giddily. She thought about pulling away the sheet and waking him with soft kisses, but she decided not to. She was enjoying watching him sleep far too much. It relaxed her and gave her a sense of calmness that she didn’t often feel.
    After she flicked on the coffeemaker resting on the ridiculously oversized bureau at the far side of the enormous room, she scurried into the bathroom to freshen up. She scraped her hair back into a neat, high ponytail, splashed some warm water on her cheeks, and wrapped herself up in the oversized, super fluffy white robe waiting for her on the back of the bathroom door.
    The coffeemaker bubbled loudly against the otherwise silent room. Eva hurried back to flick it off before it woke Julian. She quickly poured two cups of coffee. She guessed it’d taste like pond scum compared to the luxury stuff Julian had ordered for delivery to their room last night. She thought about calling down and repeating the order, but she wasn’t sure if she was even supposed to be in the hotel. Being Julian’s glorified booty call didn’t exactly make her a guest. She tried not to think about that right now. She set the coffee on a tray and walked toward the bed, the cups chattering all the way. Julian stretched and smiled as soon as she came into his view.
    ‘Good morning, gorgeous. Please tell me one of those cups is for me?’
    Eva set the tray on the bedside table and leaned in to kiss Julian softly on the lips. ‘I thought you could use some?’
    ‘Some? I think I need a gallon of the stuff, at least.’
    Eva smiled and flicked her eyes toward the empty whiskey bottle on the locker beside the bed. ‘How’s the head?’
    ‘It’s been better.’
    ‘You got