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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 up, and place my mouth near her ear, and a fine quiver moves through her when I say, “Put your arms around me to keep the pressure off your ankle.” I align my body with hers and press my cock, which is hard as fucking steel, against her body, and she stands there before me, shivering. Needing to smooth her goosebumps, I trail my hand down her neck, her arms, and bend forward to run my fingers up her outer thighs. My entire body is on fire, the need careening through me making it hard to go slow.
“Harper,” I say as she stands there, gifting me with her body and allowing me to admire her.
“Yeah.”
“Touch me.”
Her hand lifts, and she inches back slightly. She touches my face, her lust-imbued gaze on mine, her breathing heaving and shallow. My shoulders curl and my muscles clench as her hand drops to my chest, and she lifts tentative eyes to mine.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Just touching,” she says, and when she sees my physical reaction to a simple touch, she begins a deeper exploration, clearly liking what she does to me. Her hands trail over my chest, my abs, and she stops for a second to take pleasure in the hills and valleys. “You’re so hard,” she says.
“You have no idea,” I tell her, and her head lifts, a grin on her face. With a new bold look about her, her hand trails lower and I nearly shoot off the second she takes my dick into her hand. She weighs it in her palm and the show of appreciation in her eyes fills me with a ridiculous sense of pride.
“I think I have some idea,” she says, a little unstable on her feet, and I’m not sure if it’s from her ankle or that she really likes what she sees.
“I think you’re right. I think I need to get off my ankle.” I’m about to nudge her back to the bed, when she sinks to her knees, clearly having something totally different, something totally wicked and delicious, in mind. Her sweet pink tongue snakes out and slides over my swollen crown, and pre-cum pools on the end. She dips into it, and I growl as I fist her hair, not sure whether I want to tear her mouth from my dick, or push her harder against it. That sexy mewling sound makes me impossibly harder, and when she cups my aching balls, a tortured groan tears out of my throat.
