Don’t get me wrong, I cared to know more about Harper. I actually cared to know as much as he would tell me. But whatever he said wouldn’t determine what I thought about him.
I would still be walking up to his doorstep regardless of hiscircumstances. If him inviting me to his home meant that maybe he would start to share some of that with me, it was just icing on the cake.
Standing out in the cold I looked down at myself, momentarily rethinking my outfit. Should I have worn this coat? It was big and puffy with cream colored Sherpa lining the front… So,notsexy. The hat and gloves that protected my extremities weren’t the greatest markers of sex appeal either. But it was cold out, so I needed to cover up… Maybe I should’ve at least donesomething,though.
Whatever. I was already here. And look! The fluffy white gloves protected my knuckles as I knocked on the door. It was a win-win.
The door opened and closed quickly. Flurries of motion the only thing I could register, playing out a little something like:
Door swings open, Alta sees Harper looking tousled and pillow worn in his gray sweats and no shirt, Harper pulls Alta inside, Alta is pressed against the now shut door.
Big hands were like my guides as they framed my face and guided my lips to his. Heavy weight was like a welcome as it pinned me gently to the door and welcomed every inch of my arrival with every inch of him in greeting. Lastly, he offered me his voice in the form of my favorite rumbling groan as he kissed me. Making me feel wanted, needed, as if I was some delicious dessert rather than just Alta.
He kissed me breathless, and when the press of his lips drove me near dizzy, he pulled away, just far enough to rake eyes over me. They looked a little dazed and a lot hungry. But they also looked confused as he took me in.
He started at my gloves. They were actually mittens, but they were cute and they did not deserve the look he gave them or to be ripped off and discarded on the wood flooring like they were trash.
He gave my bag and my hat the same treatment, before he spunme out of my coat, causing me to use the door to hold myself steady.
“Off.” A soft tapping on the side of my shoes told me he meant those. Slipping them off, I thought I might as well slip down my thin pants too, since he seemed determined to get me naked in the doorway of all places. He liked that, humming his approval and reaching for me again.
Lifting my chin up, he kissed me with my back still to him, my head thrown back over my shoulder to reach him. His fingers trailed downward, dancing along my jaw and rubbing smooth lines along my neck. My anticipation spiked up, the need for him to move lower, touch more, take whatever, got hotter.
Down, down, down he explored, rubbing me until he had a palm full of me and was exploring it vastly.
I was so wet already. Which he found out the moment he stuck his other hand down my panties. The animalistic growl he let out told me that he liked that too. His fingers dipping deep and causing me to moan loud into his mouth, told him that I liked the same.
I whimpered at the ache of need spreading throughout my sex, and pressing back into him, I could feel his own need heavy in his erection as it grinded against my butt.
Pulling away from me, he rested his forehead on the back of my head, his chest flush against my back as he panted.
“Permission to be rough, Boss?” Harper asked.
My heart sang.
I didn’t know I needed it—something familiar from him to reassure me that I was dealing with the same man. Since I arrived he’d turned me on, but in the back of my mind he made me worry a little too. Like he actually had me mixed up with some regular booty call.
But no, he called me boss and was still the same Harper I knew him to be. He just wanted me like this.
Me. Sweet little Alta. He wanted me of all people, and that burstsomething in me. Sending not only a need for this pleasure he promised but also a need to please him right back.
I looked at him over my shoulder, greedily eating up what I could see in the dark. Bare chest toned and partially inked, abs defined, sweatpants tight along his thighs and outlining that huge thing I still hadn’t gotten to see in full light.
Beautiful. Mine. For right now at least. Same as I was to him.
I swallowed, my throat dry. “Permission granted.”
I was against the wall in another second. “Hands up, baby. Hold onto that.”
I did as he said, holding onto the wall in front of me, and I was rewarded with his hands again. They were everywhere. On my breast, in my panties, in my hair. They yanked me by the waist so that my butt was angled toward him, my back arched so that it was in the air.
I think he still had his pants on, but some pants they were, the way I could feel him so well against me. I officially wanted the useless fabric gone and him inside of me right now.
Harper felt the same.
I vaguely recognized the rip and snap of a condom before his long member was stroking against my butt.
“Yes?” a soft grunt asked from near my shoulder.
