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  She looks beautiful.

  “My wife is talking to you, dickhead,” Ethan says, punching me in the arm.

  Really? Because I didn’t hear a word. Peeling my eyes from Hanna, they move to Michelle. She has a smug look on her face, like she read every dirty thought my mind just had. Fuck.

  “What?”

  “I said, you two better get going if you don’t want to miss your flight.”

  “Right,” I say, standing. “Are you ready?” I ask Hanna, as my gaze moves back to her.

  “I’m ready,” she says with a sweet sigh. Why do I get the feeling there’s more to what she just said?

  “Great.” I reach for the suitcase that’s sitting by her feet. Fuck me. What has she got in this? Bricks? We’re only going for a weekend. “Are your entire possessions in this bag?” I chuckle to myself as I head towards the door.

  “A girl needs to be prepared,” is her only reply.

  She definitely needs to be prepared around me. If I cave, she’s not gonna know what hit her. What am I talking about? I can’t even consider caving. I have way too much to lose if I do.

  After placing her suitcase in the trunk, I walk around and open the passenger side door for her. “Thank you,” she whispers as she seats herself in my car. Since we’re flying home tomorrow, it was pointless getting someone to drive us to the airport. I can just leave my car there.

  Once seated behind the wheel, I wind my window down. Ethan and Michelle both approach. “Have a good time you two,” she says with a smile that I swear says, I know what you want to do to my sister-in-law. Or then again, it may just be my paranoia or guilty conscience.

  “Don’t have too much of a good time,” Ethan adds, punching me in the arm.

  “That hurt, cock,” I say, rubbing my bicep.

  “Pussy,” he chuckles.

  I may love pussies, but I’m certainly not one.

  Once we’ve landed and collected our bags, we head outside the airport to grab a cab to our hotel. It’s a beautiful sunny day here in Queensland, and as much as I’m dreading this weekend, I’m honestly stoked to have her here with me.

  Thankfully, I got through the plane ride unscathed, which is a positive start. Hanna spent her time flipping through a magazine she bought at the airport, and looking out the window. I, on the other hand, used the time to catch a bit of shuteye. I hardly slept last night, worrying about this damn trip. That, and the fact that I dreamt about her. When I woke this morning I was so hard my cock ached. Even a cold shower did nothing to relieve me. That’s when I decided to do something I hadn’t done since I was eighteen. I needed to get her out of my system if I was going to survive this weekend.

  Turning the water on hot, I let the spray run over my body as I prepared myself for an unapologetic, no-holds-barred jerkoff in the shower. This was the first time we’d had a shower together in years. She frequently showered with me when my obsession with her first started, but I was just a horny teenager back then.

  As the steam filled the room, I wrapped my hand tightly around my cock. Images of her perfect tits in that sexy white lace bra entered my mind as my eyes clenched shut. I imagined her unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts from their lacy prison. She smiled up at me seductively, as her hands slowly slid the straps down her arms. It was an exotic striptease at its finest. My heart started to beat rapidly as her pretty blue eyes fixated on me. I could seriously drown in her eyes. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as my grip on my cock tightened.

  “Yes,” I groaned as her hands moved up to cup her tits and she pinched her nipples between her forefinger and thumb.

  “Harrison.” I watched on as her back arched and her face tilted towards the ceiling. I almost lost my load when a perfect little ‘O’ formed on her luscious lips. My blood ran hot as I stroked my shaft up and down with a fiery passion, all the while imagining that I was now fucking her tits. I groaned when she pushed the soft flesh together with her hands, creating a perfect warm haven for my dick.

  Moments later, her fingers slid in between us and down between her legs. “Oh God,” she breathed as she worked herself over. What gets me off, more than anything, is images of her coming undone. My body shuddered at the thought. My movements quicken as she moaned loudly, bringing herself closer to the edge. What I wouldn’t give to find her masturbating in real life. Now that would be something. Just the thought of it sent tingles running down my spine.

  “I’m coming, Harry,” she whimpered, “I’m coming hard.” I was right there with her. My fist was flying now and a wild, uninhibited groan ripped from deep in my throat as we came together.

  Why do I get the feeling that the Hanna Scott in my imagination, would be even hotter in the flesh?

  Adjusting my cock in my pants, I walk around the back of the cab, trying my best to push those images from this morning out of my mind. At the time, I had been foolish enough to think it would help rid her from my system, at least long enough to get through this weekend. Now I know better. It’s gonna take more than a jerkoff in the shower to get her out from under my skin. A hell of a lot more.

  My need to have her is consuming me. It’s like there’s a constant tug-of-war going on in my brain. It makes me wonder if my obsession with her runs deeper than I thought. Is it possible I have actual feelings for her? I doubt it. I just want what I can’t have. That’s all.

  As soon as I get to the hotel, I’m gonna hide away in my room until it’s time to go to Alex’s house.

  I’m safer there . . . she’s safer.

  “What do you mean there’s only one room?” I say, when the lady at the reception desk checks us in.

  “I’m sorry, Mr Williams, but you only booked one room.”

  My gaze moves to Hanna who’s standing beside me. “I thought I booked two,” she says. I can hear from the tone of her voice she’s upset by this. That’s the last thing I want.

  “It’s okay, Han,” I say, draping my arm over her shoulder. “We can just get an extra room.”

  “Ordinarily I’d say yes, but unfortunately there’s a music festival on this weekend, so all the rooms are booked. To be honest, you’ll be lucky to find a vacancy anywhere on the Gold Coast.”

  “Shit.” I’m never gonna last the weekend if we’re sharing a room. “We need separate rooms,” I blurt out in a panic. When my gaze moves to Hanna I find her frowning. Is she hurt by my outburst?

  “I’m sorry, Sir. That’s not possible.”

  I sigh as I scrub my hand over my face. “Please tell me there’s more than one bed?”

  “It’s a two-bedroom apartment, so yes, there’s two beds . . . in separate rooms.”

  Okay. I can handle that . . . I think.

  “Alright, I guess we don’t have a choice.” My eyes dart to Hanna again, and she bows her head. “If you have any last-minute cancellations, can you let us know?”

  “Of course, Mr Williams. Your room number is 1608, it’s on the sixteenth floor. I hope you both enjoy your stay.”

  “Thank you.” I take the key from her, sliding it into the pocket of my jeans. “Coming, Shrimp?” Picking up both suitcases, I head towards the elevator.

  I notice Hanna is awfully quiet on the ride up to our room. She’s refusing to even look at me. “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “Is the thought of sharing a room with me so repulsive?” she snaps.

  Her comment surprises me. “What? No! Why would you say that?” Sharing a room with her is more like my every fantasy, but I can’t exactly tell her that. She shrugs her shoulders instead of replying. Taking a step forward, I place my finger under her chin, tilting her face up to meet mine. I’m surprised by the hurt I see in her eyes. “The thought of sharing a room with you is anything but repulsive, Han.”

  “Then why did you ask her to let you know if there’s any cancellations?”

  I sigh as my hand drops away from her chin. “Because I promised your brother I wouldn’t lay a hand on you.”

  “What does Ethan have to do with th
is?”

  “He’s my best friend, and he adores you. I’d never want to jeopardise that.”

  “Do you want to touch me?” she asks as a smile plays on her lips. Jesus Christ. Taking a step backwards I pick up the suitcases. I’m pleading the Fifth Amendment here, there’s no way in hell I’m answering that.

  After we place our stuff in our room, I decide it’s safer if I leave. I can’t stay cooped up in there with her . . . alone. I just can’t. “I’m gonna head out and get some lunch,” I say.

  “Let me just freshen up and I’ll come with you.”

  Fuck. I need distance, but on the other hand, I don’t have it in me to tell her she can’t come. At least we’ll be out in public, I suppose.

  We walk the few blocks towards the main street in silence. Things feel awkward between us now. We’ve never been lost for words in the past. Her question is still swimming around in my mind. Do you want to touch me? If only she knew how much. I never answered her, and I have no intentions of doing so either. Some things are better left unsaid.

  Once we’re seated in the restaurant, I pick up my menu, holding it up in front of my face. “Harry,” she says, “are you going to ignore me for the entire weekend?”

  “Of course not,” I answer, looking over the top of my menu, “I’m just hungry.”

  “Are you ever going to answer my question?”

  “I think I just did.”

  “Not that one.” She leans her body across the table before continuing. “The one I asked you in the elevator,” she whispers. “Do you want to touch me?”

  “Christ.” I clear my throat. “Can we change the subject?”

  “No. I want to know the answer.”

  “Why?”

  “Why? You’re a man and I’m a woman. And don’t tell me you bat for the other team, because I know you don’t.”

  I chuckle as I place the menu down in front of me. “And how do you know that?”

  “I’m not stupid, Harrison. You had a bit of a reputation as a ladies man growing up.” I’m surprised by how bitter she sounds when she says that, but she’s right. I did, and still do, have a reputation. What can I say? I love women. I love everything about them—pleasing them, kissing them, fucking them, and more than anything, I love hearing them scream out my name when I bring them over the edge. I’m good at what I do. I once made a woman come with just my words alone.

  “There’s no point in answering that, because nothing can ever come of it.”

  “Because of Ethan?”

  “Right,” I say, picking my menu back up. Hopefully she gets the message that this conversation is over.

  “Ethan has no say in what I do.” I lift the menu up higher to cover my face. “Harrison,” she snaps, snatching it out of my hands.

  I exhale a drawn-out breath. “I’m not answering that question, Hanna.”

  “What if I said I wanted you to touch me?”

  Her comment makes my cock instantly come to life. “You don’t play fair.”

  “I want you to touch me. God, do I want you to touch me, Harry.” My dick’s growing harder with every word that falls out of her pretty mouth. “I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long.” She leans forward into my space, reaching for my hand. “I’ve even dreamt about you touching me.”

  She drops my hand and sits back in her seat when the waitress comes to a stop beside us. I use this time to slide my hand under the table and adjust my cock in my pants. It’s so fucking hard it aches. Could this situation get any more fucked up?

  “Are you ready to order?”

  I nod my head because I’m not sure I could speak an audible word right now.

  The only thing I do know is, I can’t do this. As much as I want to, I just can’t.

  “I laid it all on the line, Shell,” I say as I wipe a stray tear from my eye. “I practically begged him to touch me, and he weirded out. He wouldn’t even look at me as we ate, and afterwards he sent me back to the hotel while he went for a walk. I feel stupid. You must be seeing things that aren’t there. He doesn’t want me.”

  “Oh, he wants you alright. I’ve been friends with him forever. I know him better than he knows himself. I see the way he looks at you, Hanna. He’s wanted you for years. I don’t know why he’s fighting this.”

  “Ethan,” I say with a sigh. “He keeps bringing up Ethan.”

  “Leave Ethan to me. No one will look after his little sister better than Harrison would. You two are perfect for each other. I know it, you know it, and deep down Harrison and Ethan know it too.”

  “I shouldn’t have agreed to come. Things are going to be awkward between us now.”

  “The weekend’s not over yet. I bet he’s staying away because he doesn’t trust himself. You need to up your game.”

  “I’m not sure if I can. I don’t think I can ever look him in the eye again.”

  “You can, and you will,” she demands. As much as I love my sister-in-law, she is so bossy sometimes. “You’re a Scott, and Scott’s aren’t quitters.”

  I pull my phone away from my ear and look at the time on the screen. Harrison has been gone for almost three hours. We’re supposed to be getting picked up in about an hour for dinner. I should fake a headache so I don’t have to go. Just the thought of being around him makes my humiliation intensify.

  “I’m gonna go and jump in the shower. I’ll call you later.”

  “Okay, Hon. You’ve got this in the bag. Just remember, men aren’t as smart as us. Sometimes they need a push in the right direction.”

  My tears blend in with the warm water, as I hold my face under the spray. No matter what Michelle says, I’m not going to continue this ridiculous game. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough. Harrison probably thinks I’m pathetic. I’m just going to pretend this whole mess never happened. Hopefully he can do the same.

  By the time I turn off the water and reach for a towel, I’ve managed to pull myself together. I can guarantee I’m not the first person to throw themselves at his feet, and I probably won’t be the last. I’m not sure if I’ve ever come across anyone who hasn’t fallen victim to his rugged good looks and charismatic charm.

  His thick, messy brown hair, his dreamy brown eyes, and the few days’ growth of stubble on his perfectly handsome face. Sigh. What I wouldn’t give to run my fingertips across it, or better still feel the bristles rubbing between my inner thighs. Just thinking about it is turning me on. He’d be an exceptional lover . . . that I am sure of.

  Don’t even get me started on that hard, sculptured physique of his. He’s utter perfection. To top it all off, he’s a seriously nice guy. One of the best I’ve ever known. I’ve been crushing on him for as long as I can remember. I always thought he never saw me as anything but his best friend’s little sister. But working with him this week has given me a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he sees me as more than that. Well, I thought that until lunch today. Boy, talk about a bubble burster.

  “I’m such a loser,” I mumble to myself as I bury my face in my hands. Everything in me wants to pack up my things and run. Run as far away from Harrison Williams as I can. How can I face him when he gets back?

  I wrap the towel around my body as I run a brush through my wet hair. I look down at my phone. I have forty-five minutes to get ready. Plenty of time. I grab the hairdryer off the shelf and go about drying my hair.

  Once that’s done, I pick up my dirty clothes from the bathroom floor and head for the door. I gasp when I find Harrison standing on the other side. I wasn’t even sure if he was back yet. His eyes briefly meet mine before they travel the length of my body. I’m still wrapped in a towel and nothing else.

  Initially I feel mortified, but there’s something about the way he’s looking at me that sends tingles running down my spine. By the time his eyes meet mine again, I can clearly see the lust in them.

  “Do you still want me to touch you?” he says in an almost whisper.

  Excitement bubbles through me as his question sinks in. “Yes.
God, yes.”

  I hold my breath as he takes a step towards me. I see his hands are slightly trembling as he raises his arm and tugs at the front of my towel. A primal growl bubbles from deep within his chest as he looks at me in my full naked glory.

  My breath hitches as he slides his hands around my waist, drawing my body flush with his. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmurs as his face inches towards mine. By the time our lips connect I can already feel his erection growing in his pants. I want to touch him, taste him, and feel him buried deep inside me.

  Our very first kiss is soft and sweet, and not what I expected from him; it makes my toes curl. His mouth fits perfectly with mine.

  Sliding my hand between us, I go to stroke him through his jeans, but he captures my wrist before I get a chance to touch him.

  “I want to touch you, Harry,” I plead.

  “No. This is about me touching you.” He takes a few steps forward, bringing me with him. He doesn’t stop until my back is pressed against the tiles on the wall. “Place your hands above your head,” he commands. I do exactly as he asks. “Don’t move them.”

  I nod, because I’m incapable of speaking right now. I like this dominant side of him, it’s hot.

  He runs the back of his hand gently down the side of my face, then my neck, before coming to a stop between my breasts. “Harrison,” I whimper.

  “Do you know how long I’ve waited to do this?” he asks as his hooded chocolate eyes meet mine. I shake my head because I still can’t speak. “Years.”

  That both surprises and pleases me. Michelle was right. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. “Then touch me, Harrison. I’m all yours.”

  He groans as his big strong hands palm my breasts. “So soft,” he whispers. “So perfect.” I moan when he pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger as his lips trail a path across my jaw and down my neck. I like the feel of his hands and lips on me. “Spread your legs.” Again, I do as he asks. My body trembles with anticipation as his fingertips brush down my abdomen and between my legs. “Jesus, you’re so wet.”