“Liam,” she murmurs, her tongue tentatively sliding inside my mouth. A groan rises from the depths of my throat. I love the sound of my name on her lips when she’s aroused, her body pressing against mine, seeking more, everything. I know the feeling of wanting so much it hurts. At least I do now. Before tonight, not so much…
My body tightens, needing this woman in ways that mystify me. My hands fall from her face, and slide down her arms, and if I don’t have her completely naked in the next minute, I’m sure my brain is going to explode. I grip the hem of her T-shirt and peel it off and I damn near sob when she sits before me in a white lace bra. I have never seen a woman make innocent white lace sexier. I cup her breasts and lightly brush my thumbs over her nipples.
Her reaction, the little whimper, the way she arches into me, placing her breasts in my hands, mine to do with as I please, sends heat charging through me. The room goes a little dark for a second, the walls closing in on me as blood charges straight to my groin. I take a breath. Jesus, I can’t believe I’m about to become unhinged. But if I rush this just because my goddamn dick can’t wait to slide inside her and stay there for the rest of the night, I’d have to take myself outside and kick my own ass somehow.
I slide my hands around her ribcage and unhook her bra, and my throat makes a sound as I go back on my heels and take my fill of her gorgeous, plump breasts, her pale pink nipples tight with arousal. I stay like that so long, unmoving, she shifts and is about to cover herself when I take her hands.
“No, I like looking.” She nods, and opens her mouth, only to close it again. “We only have tonight, Harper. We might as well take what we need, and ask for what we want.”
“I…I like looking too,” she says taking me by surprise and I can’t help but grin.
“I like that. I like you telling me that.” I stand, take a step back and reach over my back to tug off my shirt. Her gaze leaves mine, and I almost peacock around the room at the appreciation in her eyes. I love the way she’s admiring me. “More?” I ask.
“Yes, please.”
I release the button on my pants, and she sits up a little straighter. She’s clearly been with other men—heck, she has a son—but there is so much innocence about her, a vulnerability of sorts, that makes me want to wrap her up in my arms, and protect her…but from what, I don’t know. The world? Men who’ve hurt her? I’m not even sure she’s been hurt. But that must have been what she was trying to say when she said she couldn’t go down that road again. Rage goes through me to think someone hurt her and her son, but we’ll get to the bottom of that another time. Right now, there is another bottom I need to get to.
Zipper down, I slide my fingers into my jeans and tug them off. She puts her hands on her thighs, leans toward me, and says, “Keep going.”
I do as she says, and my pulse thumps at her excitement, the heat in her eyes as I tear off my boxer shorts and stand before her in nothing but a smile, and my cock raging hard with need. She crooks her finger, gestures me closer and as much as I want her hands on me, her mouth around my girth, I shake my head no.
For a split second, her mood changes, and she inches back, like she’s afraid I might have suddenly changed my mind. A man would have to be declared clinically insane to walk away from her.
“I want to see you. Get out of your clothes.”
“Oh,” she says, and I let it go. I don’t need to ask what was going through her head. She realizes she’s not like the girls I usually sleep with, is worried that I might not find her as appealing, and I did my best to soothe her worries with my words. I guess now I’m going to have to sweep away the rest of her uncertainty with my hands.
She stands on both feet, and opens her jeans. “Your foot,” I say. “Don’t put pressure on it.”
“Liam, the only thing I’m feeling right now is pleasure.”
I chuckle at that. “But tomorrow, it could start hurting again.”
“I’m hurting.” She reaches for my hand and I nearly bite off my tongue as she puts it between her legs. “Right here.”
“I’m definitely going to do something about that.”
She wiggles her hips, and if I’m not mistaken, sweet little sunshine loves how much I’m hurting. Once she has her pants around her knees, I drop to the floor, slide my hand between her silky thighs and just revel in the texture of her skin. She quakes beneath my touch, and I say, “I’ll take it from here.” Yeah, tonight is all about me taking care of her.
I make her sit back on the bed, not wanting her to put pressure on her ankle as I finish undressing her. With slow movements, wanting to draw this out and savor each second, I drag her pants down until she’s in nothing but her matching lacy white underwear. How the fuck did I get so lucky? I must have done something right in a past life because I don’t really think I’m doing all that great with this one. Except for right here, right now. Harper in my bed, allowing me to take care of her, that, my friends, is a great decision. Tomorrow, I swear to God, no regrets. I refuse to stress over the right and wrong of it, and I won’t let her.
I pull her back
