After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod, moaning in answer.
One of his hands digs into my hip as the other grips my hair, holding me in place. “You feel so good, so good, baby.” His voice is tight as he slowly drags himself in and out of me.
Hardin’s hand moves from my hair down to my breasts. He tugs at the neckline of my blouse, exposing my chest. His hand finds my nipple, tugging at it gently before he rolls it between his fingers. I gasp and arch my back as he repeats the action over and over.
“Oh God,” I utter, then clamp my mouth shut. I’m aware that we are in my office, but I can’t seem to worry in the way that I normally would. My thoughts begin with Hardin and end with pleasure. The reality of this and the taboo around our act isn’t relevant to me right now.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby? I told you, nothing different . . . well, nothing different-bad, at least.” He moans and wraps his arm around my waist. I nearly slip from the edge of the desk as he changes positions, resting my back against the hard wood of my desk. “I fucking love you, you know that, don’t you?” Hardin pants into my ear.
I nod, but I know that he needs more.
“Say it,” he insists.
“I know you love me,” I assure him. My body is tightening and he straightens his back, bringing his fingers to rub over my clit. I lean up, trying to watch his fingers work their magic on my body, but the sensation is too much.
“Come, baby, go on.” Hardin picks up the pace and lifts one of my legs higher into the air.
His eyes roll back in his head. My release is so close, so intense, and so overpowering that I can’t see anything but stars as I grip his inked arms. I press my lips together, hard, to keep from calling out his name as I come undone. Hardin’s release isn’t as composed: he leans down, burying his head in my neck, calling my name once before pressing his mouth into my skin to silence his voice.
Hardin pulls out, places a kiss on my ear. I stand up and adjust my clothes, figuring I should get to the restroom soon. God, this is weird. I can’t deny that I enjoyed it, but it’s hard to get past the idea that has been so ingrained in my mind.
“Ready?” he asks.
“For what?” I say, my breathing ragged.
“To go home.”
“I can’t go home. It’s only two.” I gesture to the clock on the wall.
“Call Vance’s office on our way out. Come home with me,” Hardin instructs and grabs my purse from my desk.
“Though you may want to replug yourself before we go.” He pulls a tampon from my purse and taps me on the nose with it.
I swat his arm. “Stop saying that!” I groan, stuffing it back into my bag as he laughs.