Page 22 of Finding Home

“Want to sit in the sunroom? It’s my favorite spot in the house.” My voice shakes a little, partially from nerves and partially from excitement. I catch him humming the theme song from Sofia the First as we get settled on the couch in the sunroom, and I can’t stifle the giggle it causes. “Sorry! That show has some catchy songs, and it’s on repeat in this house.”

“I’ll drive Blake nuts this week, humming it nonstop. So, totally worth it.” The way he puts me at ease so effortlessly is amazing.

“I know that's not what you would choose to watch all evening. And I usually don’t let her watch during dinner, but...”

“Harper,” he says my name so gently, tilting my face toward his, “dinner was perfect.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Harper, I...” His eyes dart between mine, and suddenly, I can’t wait another second to kiss him. To show him, somehow, what he has come to mean to me. Closing the distance between us, my lips press to his. His tongue teases the seam of my lips, and I open, allowing him to take control. He angles my head to deepen the kiss. My moan is met with one of his own. The kiss goes from exploring to an inferno. Teeth and tongues clashing, hands roaming, unable to get close enough. I fist his shirt in my hands as I climb over to straddle him.

His hands are in my hair, and he gently tugs fistfuls. “God, yes, Jace,” I breathe against his lips. My body is on fire. In this position, and in a skirt, I can feel every ridge of his rock-hard cock. I start rocking my hips along it, desperate for the friction.

“Harper, baby, you keep that up, and I’m going to come in my pants.” His words are a growl as he peppers kisses along my neck, giving soft nips that send heat straight to my core. Too good, this feels too good, and it’s been so long since anyone has touched me like this. I need it. I need him. Releasing the tight hold on my hair, his hands skim down my neck, until they are cupping my breasts. His thumbs drag over my already straining nipples. His kisses pause and he meets my gaze, his hands gripping the neck of my shirt. Nodding, I give him permission, and he doesn’t hesitate. My top is yanked down, exposing my lacy push up bra, and his mouth skims over the swell of my breasts, grasping the lace in his teeth. With a tug from his mouth, my breasts spill from the bra.

“Perfect, you’re fucking perfect, just like I knew you’d be.” Then his mouth is on me, sucking and biting at the stiff peaks. My core clenches, and I can already feel my climax building. My hips undulate against him, riding his cock.

“That’s right, baby, take what you want. Show me how good you look when you come.” He hooks his fingers under my skirt, skimming over the thin strip of lace covering my throbbing pussy. “Fuck, Harper, you’re so wet.”

“I’m always wet when you’re around,” I admit as I squirm, trying to get his fingers closer to me.

“Is that so?” He leans back slightly, looking down to where his hand has disappeared below my skirt. “If I dip my finger inside of you, would I find you dripping with pleasure for me?”

“Yes!” I shimmy my hips before whining, “Jace, please!” The words are barely out of my mouth before the lace is pushed aside, and his fingers plunge inside of me. The walls of my pussy clench around them.

“Harper, I’m going to come, baby. You’re too good, you feel too good,” Jace pants as his finger plunges into me again, and again, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. My abs tighten, and I let my head fall back, as pleasure builds in me like I haven’t felt before. His teeth skim over my sensitive nipples, tugging then licking the sting away. When his finger starts circling my clit, finally giving that spot his full attention, I moan loudly. So close.

“Come!” he commands with his lips around my nipple, sucking hard, as he pinches my clit between two fingers, his hips jerking below me. My orgasm barrels through me, and he keeps working my nipple and clit the whole time. His movements gentle as my climax settles, easing me back down.

My mouth finds his, and we kiss until I’m gasping for air. I glance down and see a large wet spot on his pants. “Shit, is that from me?” Mortified, I move to get off him, but his hands stop me, holding me in place.

“It’s from both of us.”

“Did you?” I’m shocked. Did I really just make him come?

“Harper, babe, watching you come might be the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I was powerless to stop it. You're a siren, and I can’t get enough.” Snuggling in close, I let him hold me. A noise comes from upstairs, and we both shoot up from the couch. He rights my top and my skirt, then puts his hands in front of himself. Suddenly, a squirrel darts from the roof onto a tree and we both huff out relieved laughs.

“Next time, maybe we should take this to a bedroom.”

He cocks his head at me. “Next time? You done already, babe?”

“But you said that you, you know. Went.” I can feel my cheeks warm. Damn him, for making me say it. His smile is feral as he backs me up to the doorframe, pressing his body against mine.

“Harper, that was just to take the edge off. I’m nowhere near done with you.” This time when he claims my lips, it feels like a promise.

Strong arms grip my thighs, lifting me up, and I wrap my legs around him, pointing toward the door leading to my bedroom.

“Please tell me that door has a lock.” His voice is rough, and it feels like he’s barely holding on to his restraint.

“It does, a very good one.” With that, he’s striding for the door.

Chapter 17

Jace

I have one objective: get Harper in that room and naked as fast as possible, without waking Lizzie. With long purposeful strides, I carry my girl through the house. The door is already open, so I step through, spinning, closing it, and pinning Harper to the door in one fluid motion. Feeling totally out of control, the need to be inside her driving me. Capturing her mouth and lifting her hands above her head with one of mine, holding them in place, I plunder her mouth. Harper tightens her legs around me, grinding her soaking wet pussy against my jeans. My cock is already hard again, ready for her. Her breath is coming in pants, hoarse moans slipping from her mouth, and I devour each sound as it fuels my desire.

Releasing her hands and placing her feet on the floor, I step back and slowly remove her top, then slide her skirt down over her hips. My eyes track the motion as it slips over her skin, pooling at her feet. She’s wearing a matching black lace bra and panties set. Little scraps of fabric created to torture men, bringing us to our knees in worship of the goddess before us. I’m struck with the urge to do just that. Worship this siren before me. Slowly, almost reverently, I reach out, fingering the delicate straps, ready to finish unwrapping my present, but she stops me.

“Uh-uh, you first, Jace.”

Reaching behind my head, I rip my shirt off, noting the way her eyes hood and darken with lust as she looks at me. Flexing slightly, I work my pants off, standing before her in just my boxer briefs, which are filled with cum.