He reared up and yanked the fabric from her breasts. Her nipples were already pebbled and straining for him. He took one into his mouth, drawing on it with long, deep pulls.
Her sharp inhale went straight to his dick. He sucked again, harder this time, and felt her tighten around him. His own need for release churned deep in his balls.
“Luke.”
“Let it happen, baby.” He gripped her hips harder and yanked her down on his cock, thrusting deep. Her thighs tightened around him as he felt the first flutter of her release around his shaft. Her hungry squeezes wrenched his own orgasm from him and he came deep within her, branding her from within.
Trembling, Harper collapsed on top of him. No matter what words did or didn’t pass between them, this connection was undeniable.
She loved him body and broken soul.
“We should talk,” he murmured against her shoulder.
“Sleep first. Talk later.”
He stroked her back while her silent tears fell on his neck and shoulder.
***
When Harper woke a few hours later, she was still sprawled over Luke. He was still inside her. And hard. She squeezed him reflexively as she tried to ease off of him. But the movement woke him.
Without pulling out, he rolled them over. He kept his face buried in her neck as he partially withdrew and then thrust into her.
Instantly wet, Harper bent her knees to take more of him.
He clutched a hand to her bare breast, kneading, as his thrusts came faster and harder. Luke set a frantic pace, a race for release.
“Squeeze me, baby,” Luke groaned.
Harper flexed around him as he slammed into her. He grunted with every thrust and Harper could feel her orgasm building violently.
Luke thrust into her to the hilt and she felt the first jet of his release. It tore her over the edge, sending her spiraling after him. Her orgasm milked every drop from him.
“Mine,” he whispered against her neck. “Mine.”
***
It took her another hour to extricate herself from the bed and Luke’s arms. He reached for her in his sleep and she pressed a kiss to his forehead before tugging the quilt over him. She patted the bed, giving Lola and Max the all-clear signal. Lola curled into Luke’s side while Max settled on his chest.
Harper padded into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. She peeled off the midnight corset and stepped under the stream.
Her body was sore from unexpected use and it made her smile.
Luke was home. It was a new beginning.
Back in the bedroom, Harper quietly opened drawers and grabbed comfy clothes before tiptoeing downstairs. The house was chilly, but rather than bumping the heat up, she turned on the gas fireplace in the living room. While the room warmed, she headed into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.
It was a little early for dinner, but since they had missed lunch, Harper reached for the Dawson’s menu and called in an order.
When Luke woke, they would eat and they would talk.
***
The doorbell woke him. Luke trudged downstairs in pajama pants and a t-shirt. He followed the scent of pizza into the kitchen.
Harper, in leggings covered by thigh-high wool socks, shot him her golden grin. Her soft sweater, the color of ripe blueberries, hung off of one shoulder. Her blonde hair was tied up in a knot on top of her head, leaving the graceful curve of her neck exposed.
“Hey there, handsome. Want some coffee?”
