“Fuck me hard,” he says and I laugh. I get it, this is out of character for me, something he surely doesn’t expect, but I want to tease him, want to open up and have fun. I grin at him. “Not funny, Harper.”
“You’re not having fun.”
“You know that’s not what I mean, and you don’t have to do this, not for me.”
“Are you saying you don’t like it?”
“Fuck no, I’m not saying that. I love everything you do.”
“Then why don’t you sit there like a good big daddy, and let me take care of you.”
I swirl my finger in the icing again, put a dollop on my other nipple, and slide my finger into my mouth. I suck hard, mimicking what I want to do to him, and he pushes to his feet. This time, I don’t stop him. Not that I think I could. Nope, I’d have more luck holding the Shooters’ entire defensive team back than stopping him.
He closes the distance in three long strides, and his hands span my waist. “You’re fucking killing me.”
“Not my intention.”
“Want to know mine?” he asks.
“Sure,” I say but I already know them, judging by the heat in his eyes. He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth and his growl of want echoes in the forest around us. I grab fistfuls of his hair as he eats at me, going from one breast to the other, like he can’t decide which tastes better. “Sex and chocolate. Who fucking knew it could be this good?” His hands slide down my body, and he dips into my panties. Another growl cuts through the dark night when he finds me sopping wet. He tears his mouth from my nipple, dragging rough teeth over it as he does. “I need you naked.”
“First this,” I say, and pop the button on his pants. I drag them down his legs, and take his boxer shorts with me. He kicks them off and takes my shoulders, and while I can’t wait to have him inside me, I need to taste him first. I dip into the icing and drag my finger over his rock-hard cock, and he pulses beneath my touch.
I take him into my mouth, and the flavor of his skin, combined with the chocolate, is like a party on my tongue. His hips move, and he slides into my throat, his hands moving my hair from my face to watch. I lick him clean, and drink in his pre-cum as his growls echo in the night. While I’d like to stay on my knees all night, he has other plans. He grips my shoulders and pulls me to my feet. His hands go around my body, and he grips my ass, and tugs until I’m wrapped around his hips.
He clears the table with a smooth sweep, my cake and dish landing on the deck, and he grabs his shirt, putting it under me. My dress, all balled up, is used for a pillow and I like how my comfort is important to him.
“Stay just like that,” he says and fishes a condom from his pocket. I made an appointment and went to the doctor to get on the pill, but it’s too soon to go without another form of protection. Later though, down the road—if, like me, he wants to continue this relationship—we won’t need one and I can’t wait to feel skin on skin.
He sheathes himself, and takes my legs to put them around his back. With one hard push, he’s inside me, moving, and stroking deep, his thumb on my clit, his eyes on mine. Time seems to stand still, as we stare at one another and he leans over me, pressing his pelvis to my body as he threads his fingers through mine, forging a physical connection…an emotional bond. My heart swells with everything I feel for this man, and no words need to be said, because I’m sure he’s feeling everything just as much as I am.
“Liam,” I whisper into the night, that one word letting him know everything.
“Harper,” he whispers in return as he takes me higher and higher. My body breaks, and I clench around him. He curses slightly, and throws his head back as he finds his own release.
He falls over me, and as we hug one another tight, I’m sure in this moment that this is the real thing and nothing and no one can come between us. As soon as that pops into my head, old insecurities creep in but I push them down. I have to be right about us. The alternative could very well mean heartache for me…and my son.
17
Liam
I glance at the gorgeous woman beside me as she maneuvers her car down the winding road. My heart pounds just a little faster when she turns my way and gifts me with a sweet smile. She places her hand over her mouth to cover her yawn, and yeah, I get it. I’m exhausted too. We spent the best part of the night making love, and you’d think this morning I’d be sated, but no. There is no way on earth that I’ll ever get enough of this woman.
“You’re staring,” she says, and I put my hand on her thigh, needing the constant contact.
I still can’t believe she set last night up for me, going through the trouble of balloons and cake, and it really was a big surprise. I guess she can keep secrets better than I thought she could.
“Your point?” She simply laughs at me, and I check the time on my phone.
Her brows lift. “Somewhere you need to be?”
“Actually, yeah,” I say. She’s not the only one who can keep a secret when need be. She looks back at the road and the love I have for her expands inside my
