She grabbed my hand and tugged me toward it, shooting me a mischievous grin over her shoulder. “I told you I wouldn’t be able to wait until we got home.”
Home.
The word burrowed into my chest and stayed there, warm and insistent.
But I couldn’t think about that right now. Because Harper had hired a limousine with tinted windows and a partition, and she was leading me toward it with a look in her eyes that promised things I’d only dreamed about.
49
KNOX
She opened the door and climbed in first. I followed, pulling the door shut behind us. The interior was all black leather and soft lighting, with a solid black partition separating us from the driver.
“He has instructions not to lower it unless I text him,” Harper said, her voice dropping to something huskier. “And the windows are blacked out. No one can see in.”
Christ.
She climbed onto my lap, straddling me, her knees pressing into the leather on either side of my hips. Her fingers traced down my chest, playing with the hem of my henley.
“I told you if you were a good boy, I’d reward you,” she whispered against my lips.
Every nerve ending in my body ignited. I was hard before she finished the sentence.
“You’d better stop saying stuff like that.”
“Oh, yeah?” She nipped at my lower lip. “Why’s that?”
“Harper”—I grabbed her hips, holding her still when she started to rock against me—“I haven’t had sex in fourteen years. If I have any hope of making this last, I need to go slow.”
She pulled back slightly, studying my face. Then her lips curved into something wicked.
“Mmm.” Her lips trailed down my jaw, finding that spot just below my ear that made my hands tighten on her. “Do you want to go slow?”
I groaned. “I want every inch of you. Right now. But?—”
“But?”
“First time might be embarrassing. Just warning you.”
She laughed, low and warm, her breath hot against my neck. “Knox.”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t care if it lasts thirty seconds or thirty minutes.” She pulled back to meet my eyes. “I just want you. However I can have you.”
Something loosened in my ribs.
“However you can have me,” I repeated.
“However.” She kissed the corner of my mouth. “Whenever.” The other corner. “As many times as we want.” She pulled back, grinning. “That’s the whole point of freedom, isn’t it?”
Before I could respond, she climbed off my lap.
And then she sank to her knees on the floor of the limo, positioning herself between my legs.
“What are you—” The words died in my throat as she reached for my waistband.
“We have a little project to work on,” she said, unbuckling my jeans with nimble fingers. “Your stamina needs some attention.”
