Dark green eyes scanned me angrily—there was scrutiny in them, but also need and desire. Wrapping a hand around my neck, he pulled me against his rock-hard body and kissed me.
I moaned and clung to him as he lifted me, carrying me to his bedroom. He stripped me of my clothes, possibly tearing some of it, I couldn’t tell.
I hadn’t come here for this, but it was amazing how he could easily bring my body to life in such an intoxicating way.
We belonged together. And I wasn’t going to accept him hiding behind a mask anymore.
When I’d lost the final piece of clothing and his boxers came off, I moved myself onto his bed, loving the way he watched me. The way he moved in on me, a promise in his eyes to make this something I was going to feel for days.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful Harper.”
His eyes blazed as he nudged my legs apart, touching me. I arched when his fingers slid inside me, feeling my heat. I was so wet, aching for him to fill me. To fill the emptiness I felt ever since I left the beach house. The night after he showed me what it was like to feel so full and complete.
I’ve fallen deeply and the only thing I could hope for is for this lie between us to blow over like it was yesterday’s news and never speak of it again.
But for now…I’d humor him. Just one more time.
“It’s just you and me here tonight, baby,” he said as if reading my mind. “No one else.”
He slid a condom on and moved over me and I tensed, my body remembering the initial discomfort. He stilled at my entrance and I blinked up at him.
August grinned slowly and put a hand on my chest.
I grinned back before taking a deep breath, his hand lowering with my chest as I released slowly.
“That’s my girl.” He leaned down to kiss me as he pushed inside of me with a single thrust.
Trembling, I wrapped my arms around him as my body re-adjusted to him. There was no pain. Just pure waves of pleasure and desire for more.
“You’re good?”
I nodded quickly, desperate for him to give me more.
“I love how wet you are for me. You feel so good.”
My eyes fluttered open as I skimmed my hands down his back. “So good.” I wished he’d go a little faster.
And harder.
“Move with me, baby, show me how you need me.” The man was intuitive if nothing else.
“How?”
“With your hips. You can guide me to how you want it.”
Lifting my hips, I nudged him and pulled him against me in a slightly faster rhythm. He picked up on it, his thrusts became sharper and quicker.
“More.”
He hesitated.
“You’re not hurting me. I promise.”
He withdrew only to plunge back into me with a groan and my breath hitched as he continued to pump. Burying my face in his neck, I screamed and stopped myself by biting his shoulder.
He cursed, his voice gruff as he moved a free hand into my hair, fisting it as he pumped harder into me, releasing moans and cries of pleasure.
I was on the edge and couldn’t contain myself. I gripped the sheets as an intense pleasure rippled through me
