“Can’t”—gasp—“help it.”
I bury my lips into the curve of her neck and start kissing her there, driving her wild as my tongue rolls over her sensitive skin, and as she lets out a breathy moan, I inch my hips back andfinally start moving. “You let me know if it’s too much, doll. You hear me?”
She nods as her arms snake around me, holding me so fucking tight that I can’t tell where her body begins and mine ends. “I will,” she vows, and with that, I slam back inside her.
Undeniable pleasure rocks through me, pulsing through my veins and satisfying every last craving I’ve had for her over these past couple of weeks, and when she cries out and tips her head back against the shower tiles, I can’t help but take in her beauty. She’s always beautiful, especially when she’s crashed out on the couch in a pair of sweats, no makeup, and her long black hair thrown up into a messy bun, but when she’s throwing her head back in ecstasy, the sweetest pleasure pumping through her veins just like this, there’s nothing better.
“All mine,” I tell her, thrusting deep inside her, my hand trailing down her thigh and hooking beneath her knee, hoisting it up and taking her even deeper.
“Always yours,” she breathes, watching the way my hips roll only to thrust back into her. “You burn. I burn.”
Her words make my chest swell, and I crush my lips back to hers, kissing her deeply as I give her everything I have, not daring to stop until I feel her sweet cunt spasming around me, her walls wildly convulsing.
“Knight,” she cries as she comes, my name on her lips the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
Her orgasm builds, her heated cunt pulsing around me, and I don’t dare stop, loving the way the intensity drives her wild as my fingers roll tight circles over her clit. “Ride it out, doll.”
“Oh God.”
I’m so close to the edge, and the more she comes apart, the harder it becomes to hold on, and as I clench my jaw and continue thrusting deep into her, my control quickly slips. “Doll,” I groan, my fingers digging into her creamy skin.
“YES!”
Fuck.
I crumble, coming right along with her, and just as she reaches her absolute peak, I come hard, shooting hot spurts deep inside her sweet cunt. She tips her head back against the tiles, and I kiss her bared throat, my tongue rolling over her sensitive neck as her skin dances with goose bumps.
My hips keep rocking in and out, and as she comes down from her high, I slow my pace, knowing there’s only so much she’s going to be able to handle before her body gives out. And while she promised to tell me if it became too much, she’s too damn stubborn to ever ask me to stop, especially if there’s an earth-shattering orgasm on the line.
What can I say? My girl is greedy for me, and that will never be a bad thing.
Her chest heaves with slow, calming breaths against mine, and I reach up and push the soaking strands of hair off her beautiful face as those blazing green eyes stare back at me. “You good, doll?”
Her cheeks flush with the softest shade of pink, and when she smiles and nods, my chest aches with happiness, knowing that life will never get better than this. This right here is the epitome of life. This is everything. Just me and her. And maybe a handful of kids to fill our home with love, light, and laughter. But if we’re gonna have a few kids, then we’re gonna have to get a dog as well. Harper will probably want one of those girly dogs like a golden retriever, but I’d insist on a Great Dane that would always protect her and my babies when I’m not around.
“I love you, doll,” I tell her, reaching down to pull off her soaking wet heels before setting her on her feet, directly under the water to keep warm. “Always. You burn. I burn.”
She smiles up at me, her hand pressing against my chest. “Who would have known that my big, grumpy, sexy step-uncle would be such a giant softie.”
“I am not a softie.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, splashing me with water before turning the faucet to freezing cold and sprinting out of the shower. “Prove it.”
A grin tears across my face. “It’s on, Morticia,” I tell her, watching as she takes off, soaking wet, giggling like a fucking hyena. “You better fucking run.”
6
HARPER-RAYN
Three weeks after the attack, I am going insane. Not the actual kind of insane that has me making up a whole imaginary sex-crazed stalker with twisted fantasies and a vampire mask. The other kind of insane where I’m going to scream if I don’t get to go back to normal life in the next three damn seconds.
This is the definition of going stir-crazy.
Being here with Knight has been amazing, and even better now that he’s realized I’m not as breakable as he thought. It’s been nothing but sex. Kitchen sex. Bedroom sex. On-my-knees surprise blowjob that turned into wild bathtub sex.
Every day. Every surface. Every damn position.
We physically can’t keep our hands off each other, and I absolutely love it, but just because I’m trapped at home, working through my doctor-prescribed bed rest sentence, doesn’t mean that Knight is, and every day, just as expected, his phone goesoff, calling him in to work to be somebody else’s hero and taking him away from me, leaving me here to wallow in the Harper-Rayn Madden pity party for one.
