“No, have a good night. I have no plans to leave,” Kip said.
He grabbed Harper’s hand and walked in his front door. An instant feeling of peace came over him. “Sweetheart, are you hungry?”
“I’m not starving. What are you thinking?” Harper stared into his sexy hazel eyes.
“You’ll see.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her up the stairs. Even after pneumonia, he had the strength. Inside the master bedroom, he kicked the door closed and rested her on his bed.
“Say stop, and I will find a way. I never want to hurt you,” Kip sighed. Unable to deny his feelings, he caged her in with his body and lowered his mouth to hers. At his urging, she parted her lips, and the kiss went from soft to demanding.
He licked and swirled his tongue, exploring her mouth. Reaching up, he freed her hair from her ponytail. He wanted to explore, kiss, and lick every inch of her body.
Harper touched her tongue to his. When she broke the kiss, she seemed to search his eyes. Her fingers reached up and ran through his hair. “It’s so soft.”
Kip gazed into her eyes. “Harper, you are beautiful.”
At his words, her skin flushed and warmed. Her body shuddered as his tongue ran along the length of her neck, suckling the pulse point at the base of her throat. He could feel her heart pound beneath his lips. Nuzzling the dip of her shoulder, he followed a trail along the base of her throat to the other side.
“Sweetheart, may I help you take off your top?” He pressed up to his knees, straddling her thighs.
Harper sat up and lifted her shirt over her head. Worry filled her eyes.
“No worries. Do you want to pause and talk?”
She shook her head. He pressed his palm into her back, and, using his teeth, he lowered one bra strap and then the next. Nimble fingers unhooked the clasp and pulled the bra free.
Her hands came up to cover herself. “Kip?”
“Do you need to stop?” His brows fretted.
“I’m scared. I don’t know what to do,” she admitted.
His lips turned up. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered and nodded.
“Like a slow dance, follow my lead. Feel. Explore. Ask.” He kissed away her doubts. “May I see your stunning breasts?”
She slowly withdrew her hands. As she did, he kissed her palms, wrists, and the soft, silken skin of her inner elbows. Kip groaned, following the contour of her breast with his finger until he reached her pale pink areola. Taking the same path, his tongue swirled the perfect circle, enjoying its pucker. Harper cried out as he dragged her nipple between his lips before nibbling and pulling at it with his teeth. Her other breast enjoyed the same attention.
She stroked the curve of his face, initiating another kiss, letting her tongue taste his lips. Her trembling other hand tentatively ran along his chest. Kip nodded, and she began to unbutton his shirt and explore.
She stared at him. “Can a man be beautiful?” Her fingers ran along his ribs, his abs, and obliques.
Kip lay back, enjoying the sensations her touch awakened. His hand continued roving over her breasts and hardening nipples.
Her expression filled with curiosity and wonderment as she followed the trail of fine hair that ran below his waistband, leading to his erection pressing hard against the confines of his slacks. Kip opened his belt and pulled it free.
He sat up and encouraged her to roll onto her back. Supporting his weight with one arm, he started to explore her body again with his mouth. She moaned as he trailed over and under her breasts and along her belly. “You have an innie.” He nuzzled her there.
Her giggle turned into a soft cry as his tongue teased her belly button. Her fingers slid over the plane of his chest, finding his nipples. Kip moaned at her touch.
Pushing onto his knees, he slid his hand beneath her waistband, feeling the heat from her arousal. She lifted up, and he slid her pants free. Gently, he pulled at the side seam of her panties and was greeted with the sensation of silken hair and wetness.
“One more time, sweetheart. Lift up for me.” His eyes glazed over as she exposed herself to him. “Beautiful.”
He continued his journey down her body and nuzzled her blonde curls. “Sweetheart, we okay?”
Harper smiled. “Yes,” she murmured.
