We've Got Tomorrow
HARDIN’S POV
I didn’t want to move.
Not even an inch.
Not when her body was wrapped around mine like she was afraid I’d disappear. Not when her skin still tasted like everything I’d been starving for.
My arms tightened around Ariana as if that could make up for the days I spent without her. As if I could will my soul into hers just by holding her close enough.
She exhaled softly, her breath brushing against my collarbone, and for a second, I swore the universe went quiet just to listen to her breathe.
“I missed you,” I murmured into her hair, voice thick, eyes closed. “God, baby, you have no idea. I haven’t been myself. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t work. Couldn’t fucking function.”
She lifted her head slowly, her fingers brushing over my jaw with something like reverence. “I know.”
“No, you don’t,” I whispered. “You didn’t speak to me. You wouldn’t even look at me. And I get it—I do. But every second without you felt like I was drowning. I needed you, Ariana.”
Her eyes softened as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. It wasn’t rushed or heated. It was slow—lingering. A kiss that tasted like forgiveness. Like home.
“We’re okay now,” she said, her forehead resting against mine. “Nothing’s going to come between us again.”
I closed my eyes, letting the relief wash over me.
Until her tone shifted—low, dangerous. “But I’m still going to teach that bitch a lesson she’ll never forget.”
I froze, eyes snapping open. “Ariana…”
“No,” she said, her voice sharp as broken glass. “She drugged you, Hardin. She made it look like you cheated on me. That’s not something I can just sit back and ignore.”
“I don’t want you getting involved with that crazy woman,” I said, brushing my fingers over her bare back. “Beatrice is unstable, vindictive, and—”
“She had the audacity to sit on your body while you were unconscious,” Ariana snapped, eyes darkening. “Do you think I’m going to let that slide?”
The way she said it—like her fury was barely leashed—sent a jolt straight to my cock.
God, she was so fucking sexy when she was mad.
I smirked. “So, what does my woman plan to do to the woman who tried to violate her man?”
She narrowed her eyes, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer until our lips were almost touching.
“You know me, Hardin,” she whispered, her breath feathering against my mouth. “You know how ruthless I can be.”
Fuck.
Every word rolled off her tongue like a promise dipped in sin. My cock twitched, already hardening again. I couldn’t help it. I was obsessed with her. Addicted. Helpless.
“You keep talking like that, baby,” I growled, sliding my hands down to her ass, “and I’m going to fuck you all over again.”
A smirk curved her lips. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
I didn’t answer.
I just rolled her onto her back, kissed her like I was starving, and made love to her all over again.
****
By the time we finally got up from her office couch, it was almost past midnight. We’d spent hours wrapped up in each other, and if I could’ve stopped time, I would’ve.
Ariana adjusted her blouse, smoothing her skirt like what we just did wasn’t still written all over her flushed cheeks and bitten lips.
I, on the other hand, buttoned my shirt and slipped my belt through the loops of my pants—her panties balled up in my jacket pocket.
“You’re not serious,” she said, arching a brow as she caught me trying to sneak out with them.
“You gave them to me,” I shrugged, grinning. “They’re mine now.”
“Hardin—”
“You handed them over like a gift, baby.” I leaned in, brushing my lips over her ear. “You wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings, would you?”
She laughed—laughed—and I swear the sound went straight to my chest and wrapped around my heart like ribbon.
“I’m dating a certified menace,” she muttered.
“I prefer certified sex god, but I’ll take menace too.”
We made sure the office didn’t reek of the unholy things we’d just done—sprayed something citrusy she kept in her drawer, and double-checked everything.
Only then did we leave.
Hand in hand.
Just like we were supposed to be.
***
We barely made it through the front door of my penthouse before our clothes started coming off again.
She tugged her heels off with a groan, kicking them aside before grabbing the hem of my shirt and without caring about the buttons, yanked it over my head.
“You sure we shouldn’t eat first?” I teased, backing her toward the bathroom.
“After.”
“But I’m starving.”
Her eyes glittered. “Then feed on me.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
We crashed into the shower like two people possessed. The water wasn’t even fully heated before we were pressed against the tiles, her legs around my waist, my mouth on her throat, her nails raking down my back.
I washed her hair. She washed mine. Our kisses grew slower, deeper, like we couldn’t get enough of tasting each other.
By the time we stumbled out of the bathroom wrapped in towels, the steam was still curling in the air and my legs felt like jelly.
We collapsed into bed, tangled in each other, skin damp, hearts full.
Ariana curled into my chest, her fingers drawing lazy patterns across my abdomen.
“Hardin?” she whispered after a while.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m serious about Beatrice.”
I stiffened slightly, but didn’t stop running my hand through her hair.
“She crossed the line,” Ariana continued. “And maybe it’s not my fight to pick, but I am your girlfriend. That makes it personal.”
I exhaled slowly, brushing my lips against her temple. “You scare me sometimes.”
“Oh?”
“You’re fierce. Brave. And when someone threatens the people you love, you become this terrifying force of nature.”
She tilted her head back, smirking. “And that turns you on?”
“Like crazy.”
She grinned, then reached up and kissed me—slow and deep, her tongue flicking over mine until I was hard again.
“Then shut up and go to sleep before I climb on top of you again.”
I pulled her tighter against me. “That’s not a deterrent, baby. That’s a challenge.”
She laughed, the sound soft and sleepy. “We’ve got tomorrow. And the day after that. And every day after, right?”
I nodded, burying my face in her hair. “Every single one.”
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