“Bedroom?” I murmured, and she shook her head quickly.
“Here, I can’t wait.” She pleaded against my lips, pushing my jeans and boxer briefs over my hips, freeing me; gripping me. She squeezed and pumped slowly, her finger brushing over the tip of my cock, swirling the bead of pre-cum. I groaned, my lips still pressed to hers, hips jerking forward involuntarily.
My touch grew more purposeful, I pulled away and crouched down, glancing up at her. I tugged her jeans slowly over her thighs, kissing her warm, soft flesh as I dragged them off, leaving her the black lace panties that scarcely covered the globes of her ass cheeks.
She looked down at me, biting her lip, watching as I spread her legs, fingers gripping her thighs as I pressed my mouth over her lace-covered centre.
My mouth watered as I breathed in her arousal, and she whimpered, moving against me as I pushed the material aside with my finger, and slowly dragged my tongue along her silky folds. Her flavour exploded onto my tongue, a euphoric hit that sent a jolt straight to my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, glancing up at her in rapture. “I’ve missed the taste of you,” I added, finger brushing against her clit as I spoke. She whimpered, and I went back to tasting her, devouring her, sucking on her hood until she was withering and coming with a quiet moan that made my cock twitch.
“Cal, please,” she gasped, fingers tugging my hair until I was forced to pull away and look up at her—not that I minded in the slightest. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wild and desperate and practically molten with desire.
I pulled her panties the rest of the way off. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue against her pussy lips while I reached into my jeans for my wallet. Finding the foil wrapper, I tugged the condom out and stood. My pants dropped to the floor.
Harper inhaled sharply, watching as I wrapped my hand around my cock and licked my lips, still damp and coated in her pleasure. She continued watching as I rolled the condom on.
“Wait,” she breathed, and I halted immediately, my cock pulsing with agony. She slipped away, flicking off all of the lights, casting darkness on the main level. Only a small trickle of light from the moon filtered in.
When she returned, she slowly stripped from her shirt and bra, her brown eyes watching me watch her. Her pink nipples tightened in the chill of the air as she made her way toward me, pausing to drag her nails against my torso. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, she tugged it over my head.
The way she looked at me made me fall to my knees, metaphorically speaking. In actuality, her hands slipping slowly up my chest and around the nape of my neck, spurred me into action.
I backed her up against the island counter, taking a tortured moment to study her, to ensure that she wanted this as much as I did. Frustrated at my delay, she kissed me and grabbed my cock, leading it to her soaked entrance. She rubbed my tip against her and moaned. It was all the encouragement I needed.
My knee went between her legs, nudging them apart as I gripped her ass and lifted her, propping her up on the island, sliding in just a fraction. We groaned in unison, and again when I pushed fully in.
To be inside her again was fucking ecstasy. I moved my hips slowly, allowing her a moment to adjust to my girth. With each slow stroke, I could feel her relaxing, feel her climbing toward another orgasm.
Which was lucky, because I knew I wouldn’t last long. I pulled out, thrusting harder, my hips moving faster as my hand slid between us, fingers rubbing her clit as I fought off the tightening in my balls. She was almost there; I could feel it with each thrust, which drove me fucking mad.
“Come for me,Acushla,” I pleaded against her ear. God, it’d been ages since I’d called her that Irish Gaelic term for “darling”, but it fell so easily from my lips now.
Hearing that treasured nickname, Harper’s nails dug into my shoulders, and she gasped, her walls tightening around my cock as she came. My forehead dropped against her shoulder, lips turned to her neck, hips jerking forward, my knees buckling as I spilled into the condom on a groan.
I wasn’t ready to pull out of her. I pressed a few slow, languishing kisses to the side of her neck. Her legs quaked, and I couldn’t help but groan again as her walls tightened around me.
Slipping out, my hands went to her thighs, where I rubbed slow circles to massage her tense muscles. She let out another soft moan, melting beneath my touch.
Sending her a rueful grin, I pulled away long enough to remove the condom and tie it off. My pants were still around my ankles, so I pulled them up before crossing over to the sink to toss it in the trash.
I glanced at her on my return, my breath catching in my throat. She was looking at me the way she used to, enamored.
How could shestilllook at me like that, after all I’d done? It was a fucking miracle. A miracle I knew I didn’t deserve. One I’d fight for anyway. A miracle I would never take for granted again.
Cupping the side of her face, my thumb brushed over her cheekbone, and I leaned forward to capture her lips with a quick beholden kiss. “You’re a temptress. I was planning on making you wait a little longer.” I chuckled.
She rolled her eyes, swatting gently at my chest, leaving her hand there. She glanced at it, fingers tightening into my inked skin a little as she tilted her head. Sadness tarnished her lips, pulling them into a slight pout.
“What are you thinking right now?” My heart pounded in my chest, beneath her palm.
“Just…you’re so different, and yet…so familiar.” She drew in her bottom lip a little, still studying the web of tattoos spanning my chest.
“I’m not that different, but I’m trying to be.” She frowned, not catching my meaning. “You know as well as I do that I—“
I broke off, the sound of feet hitting the floor above our heads, breaking my concentration. Harper drew away in a panic, searching for her clothes. I grabbed my shirt, tugging it over my head. Pausing by the kitchen doorway to pull up my jeans, I buckled them as I walked toward the stairs, trying to buy her a little time.
Asher stood at the top of the stairs, dark hair mussed and eyes heavy with sleep. He rubbed at them with his fist, his forehead wrinkling. “You’re still here.”
