Silence Reveals Hidden Answers’ by Michael Anderson novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Jennifer Marie.

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We’ve been kissing like we’re a couple of teenagers who just discovered how. It’s dim in the private cabin, far enough from the main area that the door could open… but the risk just makes my heart beat faster. The bed is impossibly soft. Harvey’s lips are soft, too, and it feels like neither of us will ever get tired of this. My lips are literally numb from kissing him so much.

He’s on top of me now, his mouth is trailing down to my neck, and I think he might be just obsessed with my boobs. Not that I’m complaining but the way he touches them is incredible. A paranoid part of me is scared someone might walk in. I want to just take this whole top off so he can look at them fully. He’s already shifted the fabric aside where it’s ruching, so part of my breast is already spilling out for him to suck.

The way he takes his time… it’s driving me crazy. He’s not rushing. He’s savoring. As he presses himself against me, I can feel him. He’s hard. Hard from just kissing me. The bold, alive proof of it presses against my thigh, and a thrill shoots through me. It’s a good feeling. A really, really good feeling, knowing I can do that to him.

He finds my lips again, and we kiss. My hands slide over him, from the hard planes of his stomach, down to his waist. His abs are like stone. His whole body is just… fit. He’s like if a Greek god and a mafia prince had a baby. So stupidly handsome. If I’d known, after all this time that it would be Harvey… I wouldn’t have wasted a single tear on Baxter. I let myself feel things for his brother when the real deal was right here.

All those years.

While we’re kissing, my fingers fumble for the button of his tailored pants. I undo it without looking…perks of being the stylist, I guess. Harvey goes still for a second, breaking the kiss.

“Don’t stop,” I murmur against his mouth. I gently push, making him roll onto his back beside me. We keep kissing, side by side, and that’s when I let my hand trail all the way down. Past his waistband, tense abdomen, over the front of his boxers, until I find him.

Oh.

My breath hitches. He’s… substantial. Lengthful doesn’t even cover it. I move my hand up and down the confined length, feeling the outrageous size of him until the line between the metal teeth of his zipper.

His whole body clenches. I feel the muscles in his thigh spasm under my leg. He goes rigid, his breathing hitches as I stroke up and down over the zipper. He gets harder, thicker, until I can’t tell if I’m touching steel or him.

He’s practically doubled in size beneath my hand, and his breathing changes completely. It’s ragged, shallow.

And then… he moans.

“Ah.” It’s a low, rough sound, torn from his throat.

A pert of feminine pride washes over me. I actually stop kissing him, pulling back just enough to see his face. Harvey Prescott…the guy who wrecked took my virginity is the one moaning beneath my touch on his private

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Biting my lip, I carefully slide my hand past the zipper, into his boxers, and guide him out. His eyes are shut tight, the tendons in his neck standing out. It’s dim, but the soft chair lights around the cabin are enough. So I finally look down to see him and he’s-

Thick. Veins map the flushed, hot skin, Sturdy…just like I remember feeling him inside me.

I wrap my fingers around him and give a slow stroke.

He curses, a filthy, beautiful word that’s half groan. His head falls back against the pillow.

It’s a long line to stroke, up and down, and I feel myself getting embarrassingly wet just from his reaction… by the way he panics at what I’m doing to him.

I watch his forehead crease in concentration. When his eyes open, they’re dark and completely fixed on me. His lips part as he bucks slightly into my hand. I stroke faster, loving to watch him clench as he looks down at the mess I’m making of him, then back up at my face like he can’t believe this is happening.

I squeeze his base and tease the swollen head until he grabs my face and kisses me dangerously.

I can feel how sweaty and fevered his palms are cause he’s the one trying not to scream, here, right here, right

now.

“Nyah!” Harvey lets out the sound of coming orgasm and I feel his length leak hotly over my knuckles. His breath scorches my mouth as he kisses me through it, trembling, hips jerking erratically against my fist. And then, all at once, his face contorts as his entire body seizes and collapses into me.

Harvey’s hand slams onto my hip. Our mouths are so close I can taste his breath.

With the same hand that was gripping my hips, he pushes the silk of my dress up my thighs, bunching it around my waist, baring me to him like he’s about to teach me a lesson for what I just did to him.

He squeezes my ass and a tiny whimper escapes me this time. I’m the one breathless now.

Then the door to the private cabin clicks open.

Harvey curses, loud and ugly, and I leap off the bed, scrambling to yank my dress back down as he gets up and turns his back, hastily fixing his pants.

“I’m sorry. Did I distract you guys?”

My heart is hammering. It’s Jenna’s voice. I force myself off the bed while my legs are feeling like jelly.

“Uh, no… you need something?” My voice comes out weirdly high. Smooth, Jennifer.

“Can I sleep here? Please. Emily is making a lot of noise with her dog.”

“Um… sure.” I hear myself say, already sidestepping past a rigid, silent Harvey. I escape into the small ensuite bathroom and lock the door, leaning against it as I turn on the tap.

I let out a long, frustrated exhale. What am I supposed to do with this feeling now? The ache between my legs is alive and the anticipation has just been brutally short-circuited. Now I get why Harvey didn’t want them

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