Chapter 22
Harper
I had him naked in two minutes flat – naked and laying across my own bed, whichhewas renting.How crazy was that?
Crazy or not, I swear, he was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.
His pecs were sculpted perfection, his biceps bulged even in repose, and his abs – those glorious abs – were just as spectacular as I remembered.
Part of me couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. I had never done such a thingbefore. Okay, sure I'd had my share of fun, but to drag a guy off to bed when I was supposed to be working, well this was something new.
In fact, it wassonew that I hadn't thought to bring protection. Fortunately, this was my own bedroom, and I had a secret stash close at hand – just a small handful of emergency condoms that I kept tucked in the far reaches of the nearby night stand.
Thanks to Bryce's smooth handiwork, I was now fully naked – naked and still tingling from the magic of his tongue.
And speaking of his tongue, he'd put it tomoregood use while I'd been attempting to undress him, nibbling at my nipples until I thought I'd go insane. He was so wonderfully distracting that my body was still trembling when I leaned over and reached toward the night stand.
Next to me, he teased, "If you go much further, I'm gonna drag you back."
With a laugh, I practically dove for the drawer and yanked it open as I replied, "I sure hope so."
When I turned to look, he was smiling. "Oh, yeah?"
I smiled back. "Definitely." And then, I gave the small silver packet a little wave. "Look whatI'vegot."
"Good thing," he said, "because I've got nothin'."
I let my gaze rake the length of him, stopping right in the middle, where his body left no doubt of his interest. He was huge and massively hard, and I felt myself swallow. "It doesn't look like nothing tome."
He made a show of looking down. "Oh, that?"
I grinned. "Yes, that." I tore open the little packet and removed the condom with a degree of eagerness that should've been embarrassing.
But I was long past that. And soon, I was rolling the condom over his massive length, loving how he pulsed in my fingers as I took my sweet time in covering his hardness from tip to stem.
Unwilling to wait another moment, I straddled his hips and placed the tip of his erection at my slick opening and slowly lowered myself onto him, loving not just the snugness, but the heat of his body and the soft groan he gave when our pelvises finally met.
This sort of thing probably happened to him a lot. But to his credit, he seemed anything but jaded as I rode him just like I'd dreamed of, letting my hips rise and fall slowly at first and then faster until he yanked me close and kissed me with a degree of possessiveness that drove my own desire to a whole new level.
When I tilted to the side, he rolled with me, grabbing my ass even as I grabbed his, and we ground our hips and caressed and kissed until we shuddered our climaxes at nearly the same time.
As I lay sated in his arms, I felt his breath in my ear as he said in a low whisper, "Aren'tyoufull of surprises."
I replied with a whisper of my own. "If you thinkyou'resurprised, imagine howIfeel."
He gave my ass a tender squeeze. "I don't have to imagine. You feel great tome."
I snickered. "I don't mean my butt. I mean…" I wasn't quite sure how to put it. "This isn't the kind of thing I normally do."
"That's too bad," he said in a teasing sort of way. "I was hoping for a repeat tomorrow."
I was, too.
I didn’t say so, but Ididmake it happen, not only the next day but the day after that – even as I reminded myself to be careful.
I mean, sex was one thing, but anything morewasn'tgoing to happen. No matter what else we did, I wasn't going to fall for him, which meant that I wouldn’t be shattered when it ended.
I'd experiencedthatalready, and I had no interest in a repeat performance.
