Texting the Handyman – The Right Wrong Number Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
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I don’t even realize I’ve been backing up until my back hits the wall, stopping me short and trapping me in. Suddenly, Harvey’s so close that I can see every shade of blue in his eyes, lighter at the edges and darker around his pupils, which are wider than they were before, I’m sure of it.

The air between us crackles with energy, and I swear I can see sparks flying as I struggle to regulate my breathing. My body feels lit up with anticipation and need, and it takes me far longer than it should be to form an answer.

Harvey waits patiently, clearly not wanting to push me if I don’t feel the same as he’s just admitted he does. But I do. I feel it so clearly it’s overwhelming.

I can’t put it into words, so I give up trying.

I close the small distance left between us, throwing my arms around his neck and stretching up on my toes to kiss him. For a split second, he’s shocked still, but then he’s kissing me back deeply, his arms winding around me and pressing me into the wall. His tongue teases the seam of my lips, asking for entry, and I open for him, melting against him. I can feel his muscular build through the thin layers of clothing separating us, and the kiss sends liquid heat through me, making my thighs press together to try to stem the ache building between them.

I can’t help the whimper that escapes me as he nips my bottom lip between his teeth, the small moment of pain pushing my pleasure higher. I feel drunk on him, mind spinning and body his to do with whatever he wants. It’s not just a kiss. It’s a connection of body and soul and the beginning of something more. I can feel it building around us. We’re the only two people in the universe right now. He groans against me and slides his hands down to cup my ass, lifting me off my feet so my thighs are wrapped around his waist, my dress riding up and no doubt exposing my now-wet panties.

“Fuck, Hailey,” Harvey groans as I squirm, desperate for friction where I need it most. “God, I’m going to get addicted to you.”

I pant, clinging to him. “Good,” I manage to say, meaning it. “Because the feeling’s mutual.”

“God, baby, so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, taking a second to look down at me, exploring my body. “I can’t fucking wait to see how pretty you look falling apart for me.”

My heart skips a beat, my body responding to his implications with a resounding yes! “So don’t wait,” I say, my voice all breathy and needy.

Harvey’s eyes snap to mine. “You need it bad, don’t you, pretty girl?” he growls, voice low and rough and delicious.

I nod fervently. “I need you,” I whine. “Please, please, Harvey. I’ve never felt like this before. I feel like I’m going to go mad without it. Touch me, kiss me, I’m yours.”

My babbling clearly does what I want it to because a second later, he’s pushing me harder against the wall to stabilize me, slipping one hand up my thigh. I cling harder to him, my head falling back as he kisses my neck, skin sensitive.

“Oh, baby,” Harvey groans against my skin. “So wet for me. Fucking perfect.”

The way he says it, like he fucking loves it, erases any embarrassment I might have had about just how ready for him my body is. Besides, I can’t think of a single thing except the sensation of his fingers where I need them most, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves pulsing for his attention. I gasp, losing control of my breathing as he slides two fingers inside of me, filling me so perfectly I get dizzy.

“Harvey,” I pant, my nails digging into his shoulders and back through his shirt, clawing at him.

“So fucking perfect,” he says, murmuring the words against my throat. “Every goddamn inch of you. You’re like a goddamn dream, Hailey.”

If I wasn’t held up by the wall and his strength, I’d have swooned from his words alone. The combination of his filthy mouth praising me and his fingers driving my pleasure higher and higher with every movement makes my eyes flutter shut, and a string of moans and whimpers escapes my lips.

His fingertips skim over a sensitive spot inside of me, and I shudder, bliss devouring me. I’ve never felt like this, never knew someone’s touch could ever feel this good, never felt this tsunami of pleasure rising hard and fast inside of me.

“Oh God,” I babble, shaking. “Harvey, fuck…”

“That’s it, baby, give it to me,” Harvey encourages, keeping up the rhythm that’s driving me crazy. “Let me feel you come for me, pretty girl.”

I couldn’t stop it if I tried. The wave of bliss engulfs me, throwing me over the edge. I cry out his name, stars exploding behind my eyelids as my body surrenders fully to him.


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