I wanted another night with Harlon instead of separate rooms and plausible deniability. I want to extend this bubble for one more night before tomorrow—Christmas Day—when we'll have to face what we've done…and what comes next.
Harlon closes the door behind us, and we stand there in the quiet room, snow falling outside.
"Piper," he says softly.
I turn to face him. "Tomorrow's Christmas," I whisper. “And everything changes…"
He crosses the room in two strides and gathers me into his arms. "I know."
"So tonight?—"
"Tonight we have this," he finishes, and then he's kissing me like I'm air and he's drowning, and I'm kissing him back like maybe I am, too.
Tomorrow can wait.
Tonight, we're choosing each other.
Again.
CHAPTER 6
HARLON
Iwake to feather-light kisses trailing down my stomach.
My eyes snap open. Piper's already halfway down my body, her hair tickling my abs, those dark eyes glinting with mischief as she glances up at me.
"Morning," she murmurs against my hip bone, then bites down gently.
My cock is already hard, morning wood made worse by the sight of her kneeling between my thighs completely naked.
"What are you doing?" My voice comes out gravelly with sleep.
"What does it look like?" She traces her tongue along the V of my hip. "I'm unwrapping my Christmas present."
Jesus Christ.
Her fingers wrap around the base of my shaft, and I hiss through my teeth.
Before I can argue—not that I would—she leans down and drags her tongue from base to tip in one slow, torturous stroke.
"Fuck."
"Mmm." She does it again, this time swirling her tongue around the head. "You taste good."
My hands fist in the sheets, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut because I’m already too close, and I want this to last.
She kisses the underside of my cock, then moves higher. Her tongue traces the ridge beneath the head, and my hips jerk.
"Piper, please?—"
She looks up at me, all innocence except for her hand stroking me slowly. "You like this, Harlon?"
"God, yes," I manage. “Everywhere your mouth goes is like magic.”
She leans down and takes one of my balls into her mouth, and I actually whimper.
"There?" she asks sweetly, once she’s released me to move to the other side. "Or here?"
