She turns to face me, and there's something vulnerable in her expression that makes my chest tight. "Please. You're my first."
"First what?"
"First gruff loner with dangerous hands and a tendency to brood." She steps closer, and I can see the pulse beating at the base of her throat. "First man who makes me feel like I might want to stay in one place for more than a few weeks."
"Is that what I do?"
"Among other things." Her voice drops to barely above a whisper. "I've been thinking about your hands all day."
"What about them?"
"How they'd feel on my skin."
That's all it takes.
I close the distance between us in two steps, backing her against the small counter beside the sink. She gasps softly as I lift her up, settling her on the narrow surface, and I step between her legs like I belong there.
"Like this?" I ask, running my hands up her thighs, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
"Yes." Her eyes flutter closed as I trace the line of her jaw with my tongue. "Exactly like that."
I kiss her like I've been holding back for years. Because that's what it feels like… like I've been waiting for this moment, forher, without even knowing it. She tastes like the spiced cider she had earlier and something sweeter, something that's just one-hundred-percent Harper.
Her hands find my belt, fingers working the buckle with surprising efficiency. I drag her dress up her thighs, and she lifts her hips to help me slide her underwear down her legs.
"Felix," she whispers against my mouth, breathless and needy. "I want—"
"I know." I kiss her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. "Me too. But let’s make sure you’re nice and ready first…"
She pulls me closer, wrapping her legs around my waist as I dip my fingers inside her. I start slow, feeling her grow wetter and wetter with each second as I fuck her with my fingers. I press her clit with my thumb and she cries out with pleasure.
“Jesus, Felix…” she pants. “More… more…”
I work my jeans down just enough. When I slide my cock into her, she moans like it's the first time she's ever been touched just right, and I have to grip the edge of the counter to keep my control.
Don’t be an asshole. Let her adjust to your size. Don’t be an asshole. Take it easy. Don’t be an asshole…
"Please," she whispers, nails digging into my shoulders. "Don't be gentle."
Fuuuuck.
All my resolve goes right out the window, and I give her what she’s asked for. It's desperate and messy andfucking perfect.
We find a rhythm in that small space, nothing but the sound of our breathing and the soft creak of the RV around us. I takeher like I'm afraid she might disappear if I don't hold on tight enough. Like I’m laying claim to her body, right here, right now.
“Mine.” I practically snarl the word.
“Yours,” she agrees. Just like that. Without hesitation.
Does she know that I meanforever? Is that what she’s promising?
But I can’t think anymore. Can’t do anything but ride the wave as her inner walls clench around me and we cry out our sweet release together.
By the time we come down from the high, we're both shaking. She rests her forehead against mine, breathing hard, and I can feel the satisfied smile on her lips when she kisses me softly.
"That was—" she starts.
"Yeah."
