Brushing my thumb across her lips, I stopped fighting it, she wanted me—I had to believe it was me. Not Troy. He wasn’t the one she was after tonight. It was the way I kissed her, all the things I’d said and done since that night at the bar that made her come here today, offering herself to me.
This was real. Somehow I doubted her plan was to take off with my clothes again. There was no mistaking the lust in a woman’s eyes.
But Jesus, she was a virgin. There was no way I could follow through with everything my dick wanted to since she walked in here. Like finish undressing her and bury myself deep inside her.
I hooked my fingers into her jeans and pulled her against my chest.
“Didn’t your friend tell you it’s impolite to sleep in someone’s bed in your street clothes?”
“Sounds familiar.” She grinned.
I loosened the button and zipper of the tight denim and pushed them down her legs.
Her brown eyes held mine as my hands took their time sliding back up her bare legs, thighs and hips as I took in every inch of her, smelling a mixture of coconut and coffee beans. Reaching my full height, I stilled and motioned toward my bed. “After you.”
She was so innocent, the prompt seemed to throw her off. She sat neatly on the edge and I smiled, admiring her skin, the way her hair fell on her bare shoulders, every crease and curve of her body had me in a fucking trance, I didn’t even realize she was waiting for me.
She began to move further into the center, and I scooped under her knees to help her, lowering myself on top of her.
Her breath hitched.
“Relax.”
“Easy for you to say,” she breathed.
I nodded. “You’re right. That’s not fair.” I put my hand on the back of her head, breathing softly and brushing my lips against hers. The fingers of my free hand traced down the outline of her curves, stopping at the strap that rested against her hip. “I’m going to keep my pants on tonight.”
“But—”
I put a finger over her lips. “But you’re not.”
I ran a hand through her hair, lifting it up and across the pillow, as she let herself sink into it. Taking hold of one covered breast, I kissed my way down her chest. Reaching behind her, I undid the hooks, loosening the straps from her shoulders and tugged it off her.
Without giving myself time to take in her full luscious breasts, I squeezed one and leaned in to taste the most perfect nipple, running my tongue over one and then the other.
Her hands were tentative at first, then everywhere on me, my hair, my back, my arms. Her moans were soft and hesitant, and I couldn’t wait to break them out of her—to have her screaming.
I slid off the lace panties, resisting the urge to hold them to my nose, because she smelled so goddamn amazing, I tossed them to the side. Harper pulled on the sheet, covering her bare skin. I allowed it for the most part. Because in a minute, she was going to be pushing them off without my having to ask.
I grinned as I kissed her inner thighs, loving the way she writhed. Kissing the top of her mound, I moved two fingers inside her and she gasped. So beautifully. So intoxicatingly, I nearly lost myself in it.
Pumping in and out of her, I looked up to watch her. Eyes closed, the sheet cover now far from her body. Her teeth biting her bottom lip as I pulled out of her. A small groan escaping after I’d momentarily left her cold.
She was ready for more. Much, much more.
My mouth moved over her pussy, devouring it with hot kisses, my tongue sliding between the plump lips. Harper’s small moans were everything as her hips rose. I held her steady, focused on getting to the spot I needed to make her explode. I sucked hard on her clit, it was probably too much for her, too damn intrusive, but I needed to hear her scream.
Harpers back curved and she gripped onto the pillows behind her as if it were her lifeline on the rollercoaster she was on. Her mouth opened and the most beautiful cries echoed in my ear as she came hard against my mouth.
I traced slow soft kisses as I moved up her body, giving her time to come down from her high, forgetting that my rock-hard cock was poking her along the way, making her giggle.
Her grin was wide enough to rip me shreds when I reached for her, pulling her into the crook of my arm. She was sweaty and flushed and naked, and I needed to tell her exactly what I thought of her at that moment.
“You are absolutely stunning.”
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Myeyesflutteredopenand a smile instantly crept up my face. Remembering I fell asleep in his arms last night after what was likely the most magical experience of my life.
