“Please. Oh...”
“You’re a beautiful piece of artwork, Harper,” I mumble, pausing for a moment to take in every inch of her nakedness. The flush on her face makes her green eyes brighter. The mole near her belly button I caress with my pinky while circling her mound with my thumb.
“Please, Steven. Please... I...please…”
I tease her clit, surrounding my lips around it but not touching her, using only my breath, and she gasps. I flick my tongue, slowly, grunting from every whimper and plea she gives me.
Her voice is loud, then soft, then loud again. Desperation flies out of her mouth and her body is like a snake, twisting and turning. She digs harder and begs me again.
“I don’t want you to come yet,” I tell her as she digs her fingers in my head.
“Steven, please.”
I lunge up and stick my tongue in her mouth, and the feel of her body quivering under mine is paradise. “I’m taking care of you, beautiful. Trust me.” I slide back down and continue to edge her as long as I can, keeping her so close to coming, when she finally bursts, she completely unravels and hits a deeper level.
Her body becomes an inferno, glistening with sweat, writhing under my touch. I stick my tongue in her hole then suck on it, and she whimpers and bucks. The rasp of her voice only gets rougher, and my dick aches with desire to be in her.
“Please,” she begs again, and I cave, flicking my tongue as quick as I can over her clit and sucking her with ferocity.
“Oh God,” she screams, and her body becomes an earthquake of tremors. “Yes...oh yes... Steven...ohhhhh…”
I don’t release her until she’s soared over and over, and I can barely hear her cries. Locks of hair stick to her face from sweat, and she pulls at my roots. And when that point comes, I quickly release my pants and slide into her, grasping her tightly while her body convulses into mine.
Her pussy is a sleeve of wet pleasure, and I groan, then still my hips for a moment, pecking her on the forehead and locking eyes with her. “Okay, Harper?”
Her mouth is already an O, and she half nods and greedily sticks her tongue in my mouth.
I thrust slowly, and her sex wraps around my cock while her body continues to shake in my arms.
Her whimpers increase, she digs her fingers into my ass, and she meets my thrusts. I dip down to her neck, biting the curve, and she cries out, “Oh God.”
Our flesh singes against the other, blood pounding, and hearts racing.
“Steven, oh...faster...oh, please...”
I’m barely hanging on to control myself. “Not yet, Harper.”
“What...oh...oh...please,” she begs. Her walls spasm around my cock, but I won’t give it to her yet.
I keep her on edge, slowing my thrusts down, and our sweat merges.
“Please, Steven...harder. Oh God.”
“You want it harder, Harper?” I murmur while flicking my tongue behind her ear.
“Please,” she hardly gets out.
I widen her legs and push them up toward her chest, holding them secure with my body and pound into her so hard, she explodes with my first thrust.
And I come with her. Pumping my seed in her so violently, I get dizzy and collapse on her. I quickly slide my hand to her clit and stroke it so fast, she continues to shatter and dig her nails into my flesh.
When there’s no more adrenaline left, I roll over, taking her with me, trying to find air as much as she does.
And there’s no question about it. If she goes back to New York, she’ll ruin me.
9
Harper
Sweat coats our skin, and my cells hum from how Steven just played my body. I pant for air, and he slides his fingers along my forehead and tucks my wet hair behind my ear.
I turn my head. He’s breathing hard, too, but there’s still a smoldering heat in his eyes.
The way he looks at me makes my stomach flutter. I’ve never had a man focus on me so intensely before. And now, sex is over, but his laser expression doesn’t fade.
I trace his jaw with my fingertip, and he closes his eyes briefly. I lean over him, and his arms tighten around me.
“No one’s done that to me before,” I admit, unsure why I’m telling him but once again not able to control my urge to blab around him.
He raises his eyebrows and purses his lips. It’s an expression I’ve only seen once before—a mix of cocky but not annoyingly arrogant, with a hidden smile. “I told you to trust me.”
“I do. With everything,” I assure him, the words rolling out of my mouth without any hesitation. Heat rises to my face, realizing what I just said.
His face changes, and he swallows hard. The neutral look I can’t figure out, the one that always awakens all my butterflies and makes my legs ache, wreaks havoc in me.
I shudder in his arms, and all he’s doing is looking at me with his blue eyes. Steven Sinclair is like a trance you can’t pull yourself out of, and now he’s given himself to me, it’s even more powerful.
He knows what I want and need on a deeper level than I do. Part of me says to run. His worries over our logistics aren’t one-sided. I may not voice them as he does, but the voice in my head warns me I’m playing with fire.
I’m a New Yorker.
He’s a Chicagoan.
And the voice once again reminds me how my life is in shambles, and his is nearly perfect.
“You cold?” He pulls the blanket over us and pretzels his legs around mine.
“Mmm.” I snuggle into him further, telling the voice in the back of my head to go away and wanting to absorb every minute of his limbs wrapped around mine.
He kisses my head, and I slide up and claim his lips for my own.
We hungrily kiss, as if we haven’t gotten our fill, and his erection hardens again. I shimmy my hips to slide on him. He groans, and Hope wails through the monitor.
We both jump, and I roll off him.
“Stay in bed, Harper. I’ll get her.” He rises, goes into the bathroom, and washes his hands.
I put on a robe and go into the bathroom to wash my hands as well.
“You can stay in bed,” he repeats.
“I’ll go, too.”
“All right.” He puts on a pair of shorts, and we go down the hall and into Hope’s room.
“Hey, sweet girl,” I softly coo.
Big tears drip down her face, and she continues to scream.
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetie,” Steven whispers.
I pick her up and hold her tight.
“Maaaaa,” she belts out.
“Shh.” I try to calm her while sliding my finger under her diaper to check it. “She’s wet.”
Steven grabs a diaper and wipes, and I put her down on the changing table.
When she’s clean and dry, I pick her up and sit down on the rocking chair. She slowly stops crying and snuggles into the curve of my neck. “You can go to bed. You have to work tomorrow. She should be asleep soon,” I whisper.
He hesitates.
“Go.” I playfully kick his shin.
He bends down and kisses both of us then leaves.
Within fifteen minutes, Hope is back asleep. I put her back in the crib then rejoin Steven in bed.
“She asleep?”
“Yep.” I remove my robe and crawl under the sheets.