delicious friction as they strived towards another fulfilment of their passion. Harmony made him lose control and he didn’t know how she did it. One look at her captivating face and all he could think of was finding someplace to have her—horizontal, vertical or sideways didn’t matter. Groaning, he thrust slowly and deliberately. The hitch of her breath sounded with each motion, guiding him on. Her nails dug into his back as she moved her head back and forth against the pillow. She was so very beautiful. The quiet dignity and grace she portrayed in everything she did left when she let loose the passion inside her. The memories of their one night paled in comparison with now and somehow he knew each time they were like this, she’d surprise him.
He couldn’t wait to enjoy each and every moment with her. Lowering his head, he kissed her hungrily and pumped his hips. She tightened around him, moaning and babbling words he didn’t understand, which made him smile. Harmony was vocal and, even if he couldn’t understand the language she was speaking, he enjoyed knowing he made her lose her senses enough that she forgot to speak English. He hitched her leg up on his hip and rolled them, moving inside her grasping canal.
“Jonathon—” Then a spatter of an unrecognisable language.
He moved in quick, deep thrusts and felt her clench then she gushed arching her head as she came again. Jonathon groaned and joined her in pleasure. He shifted off her to dispose of the protection then cuddled her against his side. Sated, he held her as he drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
Jonathon enjoyed the view outside his front window and in the glass he could see the smile on his lips. Three weeks spent with Harmony and he couldn’t stop smiling. Even at his office, they had noticed his happier countenance and Jonathon didn’t care. Harmony was a breath of fresh air and she had such a zest for life. In and out of bed, they had so much to talk about and he’d found she was even nicer than he’d thought, smart and had a wicked sense of humour. He chuckled at the thought of her humour, which sneaked up on him. Arms slid around his back and he was hugged from behind.
“What’s got you laughing by yourself? Better be careful or someone will think you’re crazy.” Harmony’s warm lyrical voice made him hard, as it typically did.
Jonathon turned in her loose hold, lowering his head and kissing her gently. Then he couldn’t resist and deepened their kiss. Harmony opened, moaning. He lifted her into his arms and her legs wrapped around him as they usually did. This hold was becoming his favourite. Harmony pressed against him, her legs open for his taking.
Too bad we’re not already naked. Jonathon stepped forward, intent on getting them both that way immediately. A chiming ring tone interrupted them. Harmony pulled her lips away and turned her head then she released the hold of her legs and slid down his body. She moved away to the cell on the side table. Jonathon clenched his fist, tempted to throw the cell against a wall. Harmony had bought it a few days after moving in with him so that she wouldn’t be giving out his phone number to other people. He hadn’t minded, but she’d insisted that she was here temporarily and once she moved to a new place he wouldn’t have to worry about getting calls that were intended for her. As he had then, Jonathon glared at the phone she was talking into. The idea of her leaving was making him ornery.
Although they slept together each night in his room, Harmony still kept her things in the guest room. Jonathon had mentioned she could move her things into his space but Harmony had laughed and said he had everything so organised in his room that her more relaxed way of keeping her things would drive him daft. Jonathon knew she was partially right—it would bug him but he’d accept it for her .
Harmony lowered her hand and faced him. A wide smile was on her face and she was almost
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