“Or you won’t get a turn.” I nip her unmarked ear so that now she’s got a matched set and drag my thumb over her cheek. “And you won’t like that half as much as I will.”
She glares at me but then she raises her hands over her head and links them behind my neck. The leather of my belt rubs against me, holding us close.
“You suck,” she announces.
“Duly noted.” I can’t help laughing. “But I do other things, as well.”
She shoves at my shoulder, but I don’t budge. I’m bigger than her, plus the way she’s wriggling against me, I don’t think she really wants me to go anywhere. Except down. She smells amazing, like cookies or vanilla, and her body’s all sweet curves just begging for a good licking.
She bites my lower lip, and now I’m the one growling. “What was that for?”
“You made me wait. Don’t do that again,” she orders, looking completely unrepentant.
I shouldn’t be this turned on. She bit me, for fuck’s sake. Her pretty mouth forms a perfect O that just begs for my dick. My entire body jumps to attention, ready to make that fantasy come true.
“Say it. And don’t fucking bite me again, or I’ll bite back.”
“Yes,” she growls.
I twist a hand in her hair, pulling her head back until I have an all-access pass to her mouth. “You like this?”
Her mouth firms, but I’m not giving her a chance to fuck with me. I pull just a little harder and then I kiss her hard and fast, shoving my tongue between her sassy, stubborn lips. And she gives back as good as she gets, shoving against me and driving her own tongue into my mouth. She won’t let me dominate her, and I kind of don’t want to. I like this. I like the way she more than meets me halfway and won’t take my shit.
So I kiss her while she kisses me, her nails scratching my bare back. Bet she’s drawing blood. Bet she’s inking me in her own way. I fucking love that I’ll wear her mark tomorrow on my skin, but she’s wearing too many clothes. I pop the buttons open on her top, yank down the cotton bra hiding her tits from me and get my hands on her nipples. I should probably take the time to appreciate her underwear but right now it’s just in the way of my worshipping her right.
Because I’m gonna take care of her properly. Make her see the stars, a whole fucking galaxy of sexual pleasure—or just me. Sure, I’m getting inside her, but it won’t be without benefits for her. Her breasts pop right out into my hands, the nipples tightening as I rub my thumbs over them. She arches into me, moaning another demand. Fucking love that she knows what she wants.
Me.
And I’m all hers.
Except she’s not done talking or thinking, which is something I really need to work on because if I’m doing my job right, rational thought should have been discarded along with her bra. “Lock the door?”
“That a request or a question?” I squeeze her nipples, working them between my fingers.
“Do it,” she moans.
Fuck if I’m letting her go, so I walk us over to the door, my hands cupping her ass, and flip the lock.
“We good now?”
When she nods, I set her down, her back against the door. I’m betting she won’t be happy if I tear her cute little PJs off her, so it’s time to strip. I shove her shirt down her arms, follow it up with the straps of her bra and then go to work on her shorts. I take a brief second to appreciate the hot-pink thong with a big-ass bow parked right over her clit. FYI? That’s the best kind of X-marks-the-spot.
I yank my jeans open. Finding a bed seems like a waste of time when I could be balls-deep in Harper. Dick free enough, I grab a condom out of my wallet. It’s not my classiest move but Harper likes feeling safe and I’d never do anything to hurt her. Her eyes get wider as I roll the rubber on. Taking her bareback would be something, but that’s not for tonight.
She watches me as I suit up, her eyes following my hands as they stroke that shit into place and give my dick a warm-up twist, kind of like a competitive diver throwing in a bonus reverse tuck and a couple dozen somersaults because the judges are watching and that high score beckons. I don’t need Harper to tell me that she doesn’t do this kind of wild, crazy shit. She’s as buttoned-up and cute as the pajamas lying on the floor, but buttons were made to be undone and Harper’s fucking perfect. I love that she flies apart for me—now I just need her to do it with me. And like she’s reading my mind, she leans up and takes my mouth with hers, kissing me for all she’s worth.
So much for foreplay.
I open up, lifting her up. Her hands grab my shoulders, her legs going around my waist. You see that fit? We’re absolutely perfect together, and I forget all about being her booty call or her one-time-and-never-again man. She won’t forget this when we’re over. I won’t let her. I’m starting to realize I want something more from her, even if I don’t know what that more is.
Not yet.
I raise her up and set her on my cock. Just the tip of me teasing that hot, wet doorway to heaven.
Goddamn she’s something else.
Hottest thing ever, the way she moans and tries to take me. Right now? She’d let me do whatever I want with her. She’s trusting me to make her come hard, and she’s not wrong. I push into her, finding her clit with my thumb as she takes me deep. My balls tighten and holding on becomes a fucking torture mission. I
