She cried out, her body tightening with the promise of release.
“Beautiful…” He dragged her hips beneath the surface, his head disappearing with them. The contrast between the cool water and his hot, relentless tongue left her soaked in a bliss she’d never felt before.
Her orgasm roiled through her, yanking her arched spine off the rock and then throwing her back down. As he rose to the surface, he kept her steady, safe, while he savoured her. Until she was so sensitive she could no longer feel her legs.
Fraser kissed her thighs with a new, tamed tenderness, then pulled away, as breathless as her. His hair covered his brow, eyes hooded as his tongue slipped across his lips. Tasting her, she realised. He was still tasting her.
She found the strength to tear herself from the rock and look at him hazily. “Your turn.”
16
Fraser was barely able to take his eyes off Harper as he delivered a mug of tea to her designated place on the cabin floor, as close to the lit fire as she could get without singeing her hair. She was too busy typing away to return his gaze as she thanked him in a low mumble, blanket slipping off her shoulders. He joined her cross-legged on the tatty old rug, still chilly from their swim. Of course, his temperature mattered little compared to the satiation she’d given him in that loch. Her mouth around him had felt so insanely good that he’d been sure he was about to ignite, trembling as he came. The way she had flicked her tongue against him, taken him past pleasure and to something completely uncharted…
He was fucked. Literally and figuratively. They weren’t “getting it out of their systems” – or, at least, he wasn’t. She was etched too deep inside his, and tunnelled deeper every moment they spent in the same room, the same space. Now that he’d tasted her, and she him, he only wanted to know what it would feel like to sink inside of her in every way.
She was dangerous and he was completelynotcasual about it. A casual man wouldn’t roar her name as he orgasmed.A casual man would not be getting a semi just from smelling her damp hair and remembering how it had looked splayed across the rocks. A casual man would not be staring at her right now, and she must have known it, too, because she slowed her typing to peer up at him.
“What?”
He shook his head, settling into the couch as he sipped his tea. “Nothing. Just admiring the view.”
She rolled her eyes. Scoffed. “You’re a bit of a cheeseball, deep down.”
And she didn’t know how to take a compliment. That much he was realising. He scratched at his wiry beard, glad for a distraction from his worries. “So, can I know what you’re writing yet?”
She smirked. “Let’s just say, I got some fresh inspiration.”
“Oh, so it’s a naughty book, is it?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be.” She nudged the laptop away to stroke Bernard, nestled beside her on the rug. “I guess I didn’t know what it was supposed to be. I’m beginning to find out, though.”
“Harper’s Guide to Inspirationworks.”
“I’ll be publishing a self-help book in no time,” she joked. “But today really did help. Thank you for taking me. Literally.”
He chuckled, nudging her with his toe. “You’re very welcome on both accounts.”
“I think I’m going to carry on… with the ‘trying new things’ thing.”
“Aye?”
She nodded as she crawled up the rug to sit closer. “Yeah. I’ve spent too long doing the same stuff every day and expecting things to change. No wonder Kenzie wanted someone new.” She wrinkled her nose. “I was boring before I came here. All I did was go to work and come home.”
“Oi!” He jabbed her deep in the ribs, causing her to squirm and slap his hand away. This ex of hers had clearly done some damage. As far as he was concerned, she could fuck right off. “You could never be boring.”
“Well, I’m no fancy realtor,” she muttered bitterly. “And I definitely don’t own my own business.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“That’s what Kenzie’s new girlfriend is. She owns one of the most successful real estate companies in the northwest. So she’s richandhot – perfect, in other words, just like the mansions she sells. Whereas I’m just the fixer-upper Kenzie couldn’t fix.”
“You don’t need fixing,” he said through gritted teeth.
Harper just picked at the frayed ends of her cardigan, shadows dancing across her face, with bursts of orange reflected from the fire. “I shouldn’t even be talking about Kenzie.”
“You can talk about her as much as you want,” he replied. “What you shouldn’t be doing is talking about yourself like that.”
The sadness dragging down the corners of her mouth left his fingers curling into his palms. His chest ached as he realised she didn’t see it. Didn’t see herself,not really. Not the way he did.
