Dear reader,
This was going to be the last chapter. But now I'm thinking I might keep going. But for now, it's a nice ending. Thank you for sticking around.
As always,
enjoy!
M
She could only manage a small hum as a reply. She felt dizzy at how close he was, and if she could get drunk on a person, it would be him. Harvey was intoxicating.
Their lips were so close, she could taste his breath. His arm dropped from the back of the couch, pulling her body closer to him as his other hand palmed her upper thigh. He tilted his head so he could gain better access to her mouth and she closed her eyes, anticipating his tender kiss.
"Excuse me, you two."
Donna hummed, her eyes still closed.
Maggie cleared her throat.
"Donna."
It was Harvey's voice now, and his hand was resting on her shoulder.
She opened her eyes and to her disappointment, Harvey had pulled away, a boyish grin on his face and she suddenly became aware there was someone else there. He shifted his eyes, silently prompting Donna to look up.
"Sorry to interrupt," said Maggie. "But the roads are closed. The storm moved in quicker than anticipated."
Donna's mind was still on the kiss she didn't have with Harvey. She was looking at Maggie, but she didn't understand what she was saying. She squinted her eyes and turned back to Harvey.
Harvey chuckled at Donna's confused expression. He couldn't help it. While he felt completely let down by Maggie's timing, he also felt good about finally coming to terms with his feelings for Donna. He hadn't told her yet, of course. But he figured a kiss was a good start.
But the kiss would have to wait because they had a bigger problem to worry about. They weren't going anywhere tonight and they needed a place to stay.
"Donna. The roads are closed. Maggie, here, is letting us know."
Donna nodded her head slowly, and he mimicked her nod. He turned to Maggie and asked, "Is there somewhere we can stay?"
"Yes. You can take the loft upstairs. I usually rent it out. But it's empty right now."
"Thank you, Maggie." Harvey said.
"Not a problem. Let me go make sure everything is in order and I will be back down to give you the key."
Donna was slowly coming down from her Harvey high. She turned to Maggie and echoed Harvey's sentiment.
Maggie nodded and walked away. Donna leaned back and sighed heavily. Harvey did the same (minus the sigh; more like a grin). He lifted his arm, readying it for her.
"Come here," he said, and she slid under his arm.
"It's going to be fine, Donna. More importantly, we are going to be fine." Harvey assured her.
"How can you be sure?" She leaned in closer to his side.
"About the weather, I can't. I'm just being optimistic. But about us, because it's different now."
His hand was on her bare shoulder and his fingers were lightly tracing tiny circles on her skin. Tilting her head upward slightly to meet his gaze, "What changed?" she asked him.
There was a moment of silence as Harvey mulled over her question. She watched as his brow furrowed in thought, searching for an answer to a question she never thought she would have been able to ask.
"Honestly, Donna. Nothing. I just realized how I felt and decided to stop ignoring it."
"Huh," she uttered with a slow nod. She rested her hand on his thigh and continued, "When you put it like that, it's a little anticlimactic."
Harvey chuckled at her response and she sighed into his chest.
"Okay; that, and when you weren't in this morning, and after all we have been through, I panicked. I wasn't going to lose you again."
Donna sat up, her face filled with remorse.
"Oh Harvey, you didn't have a panic—" he interrupted her before she could finish.
"No Donna. Just an expression. Now, if it's a climax you want…" his voice trailed.
Harvey cleared his throat and shifted his body toward her; at the same time, he used his arm to tuck her closer to him. Every inch of Donna's body felt like jello. She had lost count of the number of times she daydreamed about them together and climaxing was certainly part of those thoughts.
"Harvey. You can't tease me like that."
"Who said anything about teasing? I've made you wait long enough. As soon as I get you alone. You goddamn better believe there will be a climax, or two, involved."
Donna shook her head in disbelief. She wiggled briefly from his hold, turning her body to face him. She rested one hand on his thigh and the other on the back of the sofa.
"Harvey. I need you to be sure. So far, nothing has happened, and while I'm all for climaxing," her cheeks blushed. "I need you to be sure."
Harvey pulled her back into him and whispered into her ear—his lips grazing the delicate part of her fleshy lobe—"I have never been this sure about anything in my life."
Donna didn't get a chance to respond because Maggie interrupted them again.
She dropped off the key to the loft and let them know she had filled the refrigerator and left plenty of candles in case they lost power during the night. Harvey thanked her and when he went to offer payment, she refused.
"Absolutely not," she told him, but not before giving them both a hug and letting them know she had to close the shop for the day.
Harvey turned the key into the door, pushing it open and motioning for Donna to enter first. When he woke up this morning, he never would have guessed he would be spending the night with Donna.
Hell, when he woke this morning, he was still focused on the firm and shoving any real feelings he had for Donna down deep.
For years he had been good at rationalizing, keeping her at a distance and therapy helped him realize the error of his ways—then he mistakenly thought Paula gave him hope—but now he knew it wasn't Paula, it was him.
He finally saw what was in front of him when, ironically, Donna wasn't there.
She walked through the small space, touching the tiny couch and running her fingers along the soft material. He could see through the large window that the snow had covered every inch of the town.
He put their jackets, which he had grabbed from the front entryway coat rack, down on a bench and walked over to the fireplace.
"It's gas," he declared as Donna stood in the middle of the room, staring out the window.
He threw a couple of pieces of wood in the fireplace and turned on the gas, lighting it with the provided matches. The fire roared within seconds and he stood, warming his hands before joining her.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and she leaned into his shoulder.
"I'm scared, Harvey. I don't want to mess this up."
"You're scared? You do know who you're talking to, right?" He said it, followed by a heavy sigh.
A small giggle escaped her mouth and she replied, "Harvey, I think we both do a pretty good job at self-sabotage."
He shifted her hips so that she was facing him, and she rested her hands on his biceps. He looked deep into her eyes in hopes that she would see what he was about to say reflected in his own.
A moment of trepidation stole his courage and a silence settled between them. He took a deep breath before he spoke and his voice was low, almost a whisper.
"I already told you once. You never have to be scared, especially about this."
"This?"
"Yes, this. Us. I—."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded. "I know Harvey. Me too."
She tilted her head up, inviting his kiss, and he accepted her offer by meeting his lips softly with hers. Her body loosened in his arms and he pulled her in tighter.
It didn't take him long to remember what it felt like to kiss her and up until recently, he never thought he would have the opportunity again. But now it felt like her lips never left his and the years of denying and longing suddenly disappeared.
His body screamed out as his desire for her consumed every part of him. Their tongues passionately explored every inch of their mouths. Over a decade of desire, to be exact, and it was everything and more.
His hands dug into either side of her waist and pulled her closer to him. He didn't even care if he never took another breath; he just wanted to inhale every part of her.
Donna's fingers ran through his hair as his own hands moved up her back, desperate for skin. But not yet daring to go there, he pulled away, and the air between them bounced heavily between their lips.
"What's wrong?" She asked him with a look of worry in her eyes.
"I want you to be sure; this is what you want."
"Harvey, I've been sure for twelve plus years."
"You know this changes everything, right?"
Nodding her head slowly, a tiny smile hijacked her face. "I do," she replied as she slid her arms down his shoulders.
"And I don't care, because no matter what, it's bound to be better than denying what we have both known for a very long time."
Harvey moved his hands to her waist, pulling her closer to him. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "And what have we both known?"
He knew, of course; he knew as soon as he met her. But when he had to make a choice, he picked the safest one. But now things were different; Donna didn't work for him, she was an equal (honestly, she was always an equal in his eyes) and years of longing and desire needed to be addressed.
Harvey was done pretending she wasn't the most important person in his life.
Her name was never far from his lips.
She was the first person he thought of when he woke up and the last when he fell asleep. Even when he tried to erase her from his life with other women—his therapist (a fucking mistake), lawyers, and a slew of one-night stands—he always managed to bring Donna into the relationships.
It was his voice that sent chills up her spine. She tilted her head toward his lips, her breath hitching as she pushed the words from her mouth.
"That you love me," she said and a low growl escaped his mouth as his lips found the spot under her ear.
Everything about their time together came flooding back and her brain reminded her heart of all the reasons she fell in love with him.
Harvey moved his lips along her jawline and she titled her head to give him better access. Her breath quickened as his mouth made its way down her neck, peppering her with wet, sloppy kisses. Her stomach lurched as her hands gripped his biceps for steadyness. She felt like she might pass out from Harvey overload.
Years and years, all leading up to this moment—one could hardly blame her.
Her skin tingled as his lips continued to map out every inch of her neck. She giggled when he reached a sensitive spot, and she was pretty sure he knew exactly what he was doing because it was the same spot he enjoyed years ago.
It didn't take long for his lips to find hers again and they were once again tangled in a fiery kiss.
It was hard for her to control herself, "Harvey," she managed between their lip mashing.
She dropped one hand down his arm and she interlaced her fingers with his, leading him toward the bed in the corner of the small space. He smiled as he followed her. The back of her legs were flush against the bed and when she reached the edge, he took a small step back, loosening his tie as he did so.
Harvey Specter was the only man who could make removing a tie look sexy.
He slowly started to unbutton his vest, but she stopped him.
"Wait. Leave it on," she said in a sultry voice.
His eyes dilated and hungry; obliged. He reached for her waist, pulling at her jeans and she hurriedly removed her sweater for him, revealing a strapless pink lacy bra (it was new, and she was glad she had purchased it).
Harvey moaned at the sight of her and she smiled at how quickly her assets affected him.
"Beautiful. You are so beautiful," he finished before his hands moved up her stomach and landed on her soft mounds. He wasted no time and nestled his head in her cleavage.
She hadn't realized she was holding her breath, and she had to remind herself to take in air. She ran her fingers through Harvey's hair as he feasted on her soft, supple skin. Pulling her strapless bra down in one swift movement, he freed her breasts.
Harvey was certainly a breast man, or maybe he was just a Donna man. She tilted her head back as his warm mouth settled on one nipple while his hand skillfully played with the other. His tongue licked and sucked and his fingers did equal magic.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as the sensation sent shockwaves through her body. She moaned in delight as Harvey gently wrapped his free hand around her waist and gently pushed her back along the length of the bed, his mouth and hands still working her over. She arched her back and he took the opportunity to remove the rest of her clothing.
When she lay naked on the bed, he paused and looked her up and down. His eyes were full of everything she'd ever hoped for from Harvey Specter.
Love, devotion, desire—all of it.
He leaned over her, hovering, fully clothed, as his hands explored every inch of her naked body. He whispered against her stomach, "Donna, you are breathtaking."
He wrapped his arms around her hips and scooted her closer to the edge of the bed. Harvey's eyes were so hooded and full of need that she could hardly breathe. Then he lowered himself to his knees, spreading her legs before him.
She whined in anticipation as he slowly kissed the inside of her thigh. Harvey wasn't necessarily an overtly vocal person, but the involuntary noises that were coming from his mouth caused Donna to giggle.
She could only utter a gasping "please" as she felt his warm tongue touch her moist pussy. Her hips jerked in response and he chuckled as her body surrendered to each lick and suck.
"You taste so good, Donna. So wet for me." He said it with a voice that vibrated off her sensitive parts.
Harvey's hand reached up to her breast, palming and flicking at her nipple, while his tongue moved through her folds, dipping inside her and drinking her in.
"Harveyyyy!" she cried out.
She was on the edge of climax—she fisted the bed sheets as warm pressure began building at her center. Every cell in her body pulsated as his head, between her legs and his hand on her breast, worked her over to a frenzy, rotating his tongue, finger, and tongue—it was all she needed as she soared past euphoria.
"There it is." He told her in a cocky voice, the one that he used when he knew he had won a case or an argument. (Now she could add: when he ate her out and caused her to crumble to that voice).
"Fuck me, Harvey!" She blurted out.
She rested her arm over her forehead as she slowed her breathing and came down from her dopamine high.
He rose from between her legs, his chin and mouth covered in her wetness and his big Harvey Specter smile smeared across his face.
"Gladly," he said.
She sat up, still whirling from her orgasm, and reached for his hips.
Harvey closed his eyes and tilted his head back as she unzipped his navy Tom Ford pants. She lost count on the number of times she had dreamt about undressing him. The corner of her mouth rose in a seductive grin as she released his exceptionally endowed member.
She licked her lips and took the length of him in her mouth. He instantly hissed and his hands grasped at her head, looking for stability.
"God Donna," her name was like molasses in his voice and her center tingled in response. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as her lips slid up and down. She grabbed his ass and his pants fell to the floor. His body jerked as she sucked fervently on his dick.
her brain on overload: Harvey Specter's dick was in her mouth, but she really wanted it in her pussy.
She moved her mouth to his head and licked his pre-saltiness with her tongue.
She hummed against his tip and the vibration sent shock waves through his body. Harvey moved his hands under her arms and pulled her up, his strength surprising her.
"Harvey, I need you inside me," she whispered against the corner of his mouth as her hands rushed on removing his vest, then his white button-down shirt, revealing his tan, naked chest.
Donna ran her hands along his washboard abs while his own hands moved along her body, rediscovering every inch of her that he once had access too.
Their mouths pressed in a sloppy, needy kiss while their tongues tangled in desire, only separating for short air breaks.
"Now Donna. I need you now." It was a carnal demand and it caused her to gush between her legs.
Harvey lifted her from her ass, and she responded by wrapping her arms and legs around him. He pulled away from her kiss and a mischievous grin settled on his face. He turned them around, taking a seat at the edge of the bed with Donna perched on his lap. She was a goddess, and she deserved to be on her Harvey throne.
She tilted her head, smiling. She raised her hips and he helped support her as she centered herself above his hard dick. And with one smooth movement, she slid herself down the length of him and he entered her soft, pillowy center.
Mutual groans tickled the space between them and for a moment, it was all they could handle; a longstanding habit of ignoring what was in front of them had suddenly been erased by one movement.
Harvey placed his hands between her thighs and hips; he swore it was a space made perfectly for him. She started slow at first, and his fingers dug into his new special spot. But soon enough, desire took over, and she increased her movement.
Everything about Donna in this position was a home run, and as far as he was concerned, he would let her ride him anytime, anywhere, a hundred times over. Her breath and her speed picked up, her eyes were closed and her hands were gripping his shoulders as her body began to quiver.
"Look at me, Donna," he directed her and she did what she was told. "I want to see you come," he finished, his voice breathy and low as he controlled every ounce of himself, waiting for her to lead them to their unraveling.
It didn't take long once their eyes locked in on each other. He could feel her body take over; her breasts bouncing, her hips grinding, and her toned arms flexing signaled to him that she was ready. So he did what Harvey Specter did best: He closed her.
He secured his hands behind her ass, and with every thrust she made, he matched it by pushing her deeper still. Faster, deeper, until the undeniable friction pushed her closer and closer.
Donna rested her head on his forehead and Harvey tilted his head up to meet her lips with a kiss. She parted her mouth as his tongue pushed inside her, sending her over the edge. She pushed one last time and arched her back as the heat of her orgasm traveled through every cell and fiber of her body.
"God Harveyyyyyy!" She yelled and in one smooth movement, he flipped her on her back and thrust several times as he chased her orgasm with his own desire, screaming her name as he filled her up.
He collapsed on top of her and she giggled as his dick inside of her continued to move, creating tiny aftershocks of pleasure. He kissed her clavicle and she felt his hot breath slow to a normal pattern.
Her hand was on her forehead, still slowing her own breath down when she finally spoke, "That was—" she couldn't even finish because she couldn't find a word to adequately describe what had just happened.
"I know," Harvey said. And he lifted himself up on his forearms. They were still connected, and Donna smiled as he kissed her cheek first, then her nose and finally, softly landing on her lips. He hummed into the kiss and she ran her fingers languidly along his side.
"I guess this means I have to keep your coffee trick a secret." He said as he slowly pulled himself out of her. She laughed and they both scooted to the top of the bed, pulling the covers down and sliding underneath.
Harvey pulled her close, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Their faces were inches apart, and their naked bodies were tangled together.
"I'm sorry it took me so long," he told her. He brushed her hair behind her shoulder, then leaned in and placed a soft kiss on a tiny red mark that their love making had just produced.
"I love your skin, how it looks like porcelain and the way it reveals your feelings for me."
Donna smiled at his confession. "What else do you love about me?" She asked. Her hands were running alongside his hip as she spoke.
"How much time do you have?"
Donna lifted her head and peered over his shoulder at the large window. "Well, considering we are snowed in, I'd say you have at least twenty-four hours."
Harvey smiled, his chocolate eyes soft on her face. "That's a start. But I was thinking more…long-term." He cleared his throat.
"Harvey, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying, I want to take my time telling you about all the things I love about you, and I'm going to need a lifetime to do that."
"I love you, Harvey."
"I love you too, Donna."
