“I’d already told you I love you,” I reminded her as she rolled on top of me, straddling my waist.
Looking up at her, the baggy sweatshirt covering her from neck to wrist, her hair a wavy, tangled mess, and her big dark-rimmed glasses, I felt a little overwhelmed. She saw me—every part, from the screwed-up kid to the man who hadn’t been able to let go of the past even while he was running from it—and she loved me anyway.
“When this is over, move in with me,” I said as she traced my lips with her fingertips.
“Yes,” she replied simply.
“We can find a better place.”
“No rush.”
“I can afford to buy,” I assured her. “Just didn’t feel like a priority before.”
“Sebastian,” she said, covering my mouth with her hand. “You don’t have to earn me, okay? I like your apartment, and I still haven’t found a job, so we should probably hold off on any large purchases.”
I nodded.
“Because I’ll be paying my share, or it’ll be your house and not our house.”
“It’s your house either way,” I mumbled stubbornly around her fingers.
Harper rolled her eyes but leaned down and kissed me anyway. Her fingers found their way into my hair as the kiss deepened.
Sliding my hands under her sweatshirt, I groaned when all I encountered was bare skin. I’d forgotten that she didn’t have anything on under it. Wrapping my arms around her, I sat up and threw my legs off the bed, carrying her to the door so I could lock it without ending the kiss.
Her hands slid over my face and ears, around my neck, and down my hoodie in the back so she could drag her fingernails across my shoulders.
We didn’t even make it back to the bed before she straightened her legs so I’d set her on her feet. Within seconds, she’d stripped off the sweats and was standing naked in front of me. Her hands went for my belt as I tugged off my hoodie and the shirt beneath it.
My hand shot out and slammed against the cement wall when she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. She’d done it before, but it was still surprising as fuck when it happened. Ignoring the sounds of people in the hallway, I reached down and brushed the tips of my fingers against her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed, and I groaned. When it became nearly impossible not to thrust into her mouth, I gripped her jaw in my hand and pulled her away.
“On the bed,” I ordered softly, my voice rough.
Harper smiled smugly as she got to her feet. Then, hips swinging, she walked to the foot of the bed and bent over it, her elbows to the mattress.
I took my time pulling a condom out of my wallet and rolling it on, knowing that she was growing more impatient by the second. Her feet widened. Back arched.
The moment I put my hand on her lower back, the entire top half of her body relaxed into the bedding.
Sliding my hand down the crack of her ass, I stopped when evidence of her arousal met my fingers.
Harper whimpered as I slid my thumb inside her, pinching her clit between my fingers.
When I couldn’t play with her for another moment without completely losing it, I pulled away. Instantly, her hand shot down between her legs to guide me inside her.
She came within minutes, pressing her face against the comforter to muffle her moans.
I was right behind her.
Leaning down, I kissed my way up her back, finally stopping at the baby hairs at the base of her skull.
“I love you,” I breathed against the back of her neck.
“Love you, too, baby,” she said with a sigh.
We took turns using the communal bathroom like a couple of teenagers who’d gotten away with something, then wandered out to the main room of the clubhouse.
“Oh, Myla’s here,” Harper said, her steps slowing for a moment.
