“Look, I’m really tired and–”
“Not my problem.” She cuts me off.
I’m starting to get irritated, and I grab the knob, jiggling it hard. “Let me in. I’m serious.”
“Or what?” she asks. “That would be expensive and stupid,” she says. “Besides, your bed is out there, remember?”
I bite my lip. “I’m not sleeping on the couch again.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No. I’m not!” I snap, yanking on the knob.
Suddenly the door flies open. Before I can say or do anything else, a pillow and a blanket fly at me hard, hitting me in the face.
“Yes. You are.” Harper closes the door and locks it.
But I’m not done. I’m far from done. I get that she’s mad about everything, but this is ridiculous.
I throw the pillow and blanket aside and march out the glass door. The rain pelts me immediately, and it feels like a shower of cold bullets, but I don’t care. I walk around the patio and over to the glass door of the bedroom, ripping it open. As I walk in, a spray of rain comes in with me, and Harper gasps.
“No. I’m NOT!” I shout.
Harper looks like a deer caught in headlights as I close the door and run a hand through my wet hair. Water is dripping down my torso and my pants are damp, so I shed them off. I’m now standing in front of her in only my boxer briefs and not giving a shit anymore.
Before she can say anything else, I walk over to one side of the bed, fluff one of the fifty pillows, and crawl under the whitedown comforter. “There. I’m not even under the sheet. If you want, I’ll use a separate blanket too, but I’m not sleeping on the fucking couch.”
I close my eyes and wait.
After a few minutes, the lamp turns off, and she crawls into bed with me. I open my eyes and it takes a moment for them to adjust before I can make out her body huddled on the other side of the bed, her back to me. Within minutes, her breathing becomes rhythmic and her shoulders untense.
For just a brief second, I rethink sleeping on the couch.
Being this close to her, feeling her warmth, is making it very, very hard to simply fall asleep. It doesn’t help that the entire bed smells like her.
I close my eyes, but I’m awake. My thoughts drift back to the way her body felt underneath mine on the bathroom floor and the way she writhed under me. I wanted to pin her hands down and kiss her, making her wrap her legs around me.
The way she looked in the bathtub, even if I didn’t see anything under the swell of her breasts. The bathroom was thick with the scent of flowers and steam. Thick with her. I wanted to stand there a little longer so it would stick to my skin and I could breathe it in longer.
My eyes grow heavy, and I find myself drifting into a dream filled sleep.
My eyes open and Harper is facing me, her eyes bright in the moonlight.
“Why are you awake?” I ask.
“I can’t sleep,” she says, her voice soft and velvety. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She runs her finger down my chest and back up again. It’s an electric charge that seems to jumpstart my impulses, and the next thing I know, my mouth crashes into hers. The kiss iseverything I want it to be: warm, soft, and strawberry flavored from her lip gloss that she applies before bed.
As the kiss goes deeper, our hands wander. Mine slips under her shirt, grazing her bare breast. She moans as my fingers toy with her nipples, one and then the other.
“Oh, Ash, you’re going to make me come.”
I only chuckle at that. “You have no idea how I’m going to make you come.” I tell her, and my hands slide south into her panties. She moans again, her entire body shuddering from the contact she’s never felt before. Because I am her first everything. I slide my finger down the length of her warm, soft pussy, gently teasing her tight opening before traveling back up to play with her clit.
“Fuck!” she lets out as I find the right spot with ease. I can feel the wetness around my hand from sensations she’s never felt before. No amount of sex scenes in romance novels could even begin to teach her what I already know about her body. She’s so responsive to me; it’s like she was designed for me.
“Do you like that?” I ask as I tease her.
