“I’d fuck you with my tongue, slide my fingers deep inside you, and watch you fall apart. I’d make you so fucking wet that when I finally push my cock inside you, you’d take all of me in one hard thrust.”
“Harrison, please…” Her voice breaks, and I can tell she’s close. The sound of her panting, desperate and needy, is driving me wild.
“Touch your clit again while you fuck yourself with your fingers,” I command as I stroke myself faster. “I want you to come for me, Harp.” My voice is strained, my own orgasm building with every passing second. “I want to hear what I’ve been missing all these years. Let me hear you.”
And then it happens—a sharp intake of breath followed by a long, shuddering moan that she’s clearly trying to muffle. The sound of her coming apart sends me over the edge.
“Shit. Oh, fuck.” I grip myself tighter, pumping my cock as my balls tighten, and white-hot pleasure pulses through me. “Fuck, Harper, motherfuck…” I groan, my release hitting me hard as I come all over my stomach, my entire body tensing then relaxing. For several moments, all I can hear is our combined breathing, heavy and unsteady as we both come down from our highs.
“That was…” she whispers, her voice still shaky.
“Yeah,” I agree, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the incredible feeling of connection. Even thousands of miles apart, we’ve managed to find each other in this intimate way. “You okay?”
“More than okay.” There’s a smile in her voice that makes my chest warm. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
I chuckle, reaching for my towel to clean myself up. “I’m glad we did.”
“Me too.”
I shift against the pillows, suddenly wishing more than anything that I could pull her against me, feel her warmth curled into my side. Fall asleep with her in my arms. “I miss you, Harper. More than I thought possible.”
“I miss you too,” she whispers. “Just a few more days.”
“What I wouldn’t give to come home to you in my bed so I can do this all over again in person. I swear to God that day is coming.”
“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?”
“We have so much time to make up and I don’t want to let one single moment pass me by.”
“Ditto, H.”
“Promise me the next orgasm you have will be mine for the taking.”
I swear I can hear her smile through the phone when she answers, “All yours.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HARPER
Antoni kicks my apartment door shut with his heel, juggling a tote bag overflowing with groceries, a bottle of wine, and what looks suspiciously like a scented candle the size of a toddler.
“Hey!” I say, peeking from the kitchen where I’m standing on a step stool rearranging my coffee mugs. “What are you doing here?”
“I bring offerings,” he announces before stopping in the doorway and eyeing me suspiciously. “Ingredients for dinner so you can feed me and tell me why your face looks like that.”
I blink. “Like what?”
“Like you accidentally fell in love with a six-foot-four slab of hockey muscle.” He drops the tote onto my counter, then fixes me with a knowing arch of his brow. “Which is fine. I support you. But you’re doing that thing where you rearrange the mugs when you’re stressing. So, tell me what you’re stressing about.”
“What?” I laugh. “I don’t—Fine, you got me.” I sigh and shrug in defeat. “It’s Harrison.”
Antoni’s eyes go wide as he playfully teases, “No shit!”
I chuckle again and whack him with my dish towel. “Stop it.”
“So, what’s the problem?” He pulls a few cans of food and fresh vegetables from his tote bag, placing them on the counter in front of him. “Is there a problem or are you just ridiculously in love and ready to jump his bones?”
After last night? Definitely ready to jump his bones.
