Taking a moment, he kicked off his boots and reached for the button of his jeans.Christ, Harper took his breath away.Lips swollen from their kisses, a soft flush across her cheeks.That dark blanket of hair spread across the white comforter, her eyes a deep, emerald green.And a smile.Just for him.
This was all he needed.This is what he had wanted to come home to.His heart lurched in his chest as he realized that this was it.This was the only thing he craved.
He shucked his jeans and boxer briefs, pausing to pull a condom out of his wallet.Grabbing his pounding erection in his hand, he stroked it a few times before rolling the condom on.
Harper was rubbing her thighs together on the bed in anticipation.As his T-shirt rose up her stomach, he could see the glistening moisture pooling between her thighs, all for him.
“Darlin’, I’d seriously love to go down and taste you right now, but if I don’t get inside you soon, I think I might explode.”
Trent crawled up the bed until he was positioned directly over Harper.For a moment, he studied her intently, could see the unspoken emotions in her eyes, could see everything he was feeling reflecting back at him.
Lifting his weight onto his forearms, he pushed firmly into her, breaching her soft warm lips, where she was wet and ready for him, until he was embraced deep within her.
He couldn’t hold back the deep groan that escaped as he thrust to the hilt.Giving Harper a moment to adjust to him, he smoothed her hair off her face and lowered to kiss her softly.
“I missed you, darlin’.So much.”He withdrew from her before plunging back in with a hard drive.“Tell me you missed me.”
Harper’s face was so incredibly expressive.“I missed you too, Trent.So much it scared me.”She wrapped her long legs around his back and tightened them, pulling him deeper.
Kissing her with a softness that betrayed his need, he slid back into her.Her fingertips dragged slowly up his sides, across his ribs, making him shudder at the playful intimacy.
“I missed this,” he murmured softly against her lips.“I missed being so deep inside you.I missed the way you gasp when I slide in hard.I missed that moment just before you come for me.”
Pulling back out, he held himself poised at her entrance.Harper let out a soft keen, lifting her hips against him, pulling at his back with her nails.
He thrust back in, faster this time, until he was tight inside her.Heels pressed against his ass, hard.She wanted him there.
“I just fucking missed you,” he growled before devouring her.He licked the skin along the side of her neck, nipped the lobe of her ear, and kissed her with a need he felt he could die from.He relished the sensation of her tightening around him; her skin soft and warm pressed up against his.
Thrusting hard, groaning hard, he pushed and pushed until he could feel his balls tightening.He continued to pump until he could feel her coming apart around him.Harper moaned, her back arching as she milked his release.
Looking deep into the eyes of the woman he loved, he came harder than he knew was possible.
Chapter Nineteen
“Can you get out of my seat, please?”Harper looked up to see Drea glaring at Cujo.The swirl of pink, red, and orange lights in the nightclub flashing across her face did nothing to hide the menacing look she was giving him.
Cujo leaned forward.“It’s not your seat, shortcake.I’m just hanging with Harper.”
“What?I’m not allowed to go to the bathroom now?”she shouted over the pounding beat.
“What?Is this freaking high school?”He mimicked her higher pitch perfectly.Harper stifled an awkward laugh, even though the friction between the two of them was unsettling.“Did you honestly ask Harper to save you a seat?”Cujo teased.
He laughed as Drea stomped off toward the bar.
Harper turned to face Cujo.“I really don’t know what’s eating her today.”
“Not your problem.We all have bad days.She just seems to have more than most.”Cujo put his arm around her shoulder and Harper flinched.
“Sorry, Harp.I didn’t think.”Cujo lifted his arm quickly.
Harper grabbed his hand before he could take it away.“No, Cujo.Leave it.It’s okay.I mean, it’s not yet, but it’s getting better.”
“Wanna take your arm off my girl?”Trent appeared at her side, giving her a reassuring wink and placing a warm hand on her shoulder.
“Not really, dude.She fits me perfectly.”Harper tried to resist as Cujo pulled her in tighter to his side, knowing he was only doing it to get a rise out of Trent.“What d’you say, Harper?Run away with me and leave this jerk.I’m better in bed than Sixty over there.”
“Sixty?”
