Harper’s hands tighten in my shirt until his nails bite painfully into my skin. Our kiss slows until finally Harper pulls free. His eyes are glazed as he stares up at me like a deer in headlights. Moments before he looked captivated, full of desire, but suddenly he looks terrified.
“What’s wrong?”
Harper carefully extricates himself from my grip and runs a weary hand through his messy hair. He won’t meet my gaze. I can’t have him just to lose him. I can’t. Fear rolls through me that he’s about to tell me it was a mistake.
“Jackson…” Harper trails off, biting at his lip. Only I should bite that lip. I tuck my fingers into the back pockets of my jeans to keep myself from touching him. I don’t want to scare him away.
“Harper.”
He mumbles something that I can’t make out, the music drowning his words out. This Harper shifting restlessly on his feet before me isn’t my Harper. I step up to him, until he’s forced to lift his gaze to mine, and tightly pinch his chin between my fingers. His eyes darken as I swipe my thumb across his still-kiss-wet bottom lip, effectively stopping him from biting what’s mine.
“Tell me.”
“Jackson…”
“I gave you an order,” I say firmly.
His eyes darken as his fingers sneak under my shirt to find bare skin. I fight hard to keep my reaction internal, not wanting him to see how his curious touch could bring me to my knees.
“I’ve never… it would be just you,” Harper admits shyly. He won’t meet my gaze, instead focusing on the center of my chest with an intensity I’ve never seen from him before. The words hit me like a slap once I realize what he was saying.
Jesus Christ. It shouldn’t matter, but the caveman inside of me preens at the idea of Harper only ever being mine. I try to calm my suddenly racing heart with some slow, deep breaths. Harper’s fingers dig harshly into the skin at the small of my back, making heat pool in my belly. First things first, I need to reassure him it’s fine. Secondly, I need him to know he’s mine.
“That doesn’t matter to me,” I promise him.
Harper snorts and drops his head against my chest. “It might. What if I’m bad?”
“Impossible. You’ll be magnificent. Also, stop trying to end us before we’ve even begun.”
Harper wraps his thin arms around me and hugs me tight. Running my fingers through his hair, I do my best to soothe him with my touch. Music blares around us, but when I glance to the outskirts of the empty dance floor, my friends are no longer there. We’re alone, minus for a patiently sitting Honey by our feet.
“Harper?”
He makes a humming noise against the material of my shirt.
“Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
I slide my hands down his back, cup his ass, and lift in one swoop. A shocked gasp leaves him, but he gets with it quickly by wrapping his legs firmly around my waist. Instead of having to look up at me, now our faces are even.
“Hi,” I say quietly.
That familiar smirk that makes my heart beat faster inches across his face. “Hi.”
And then I kiss him again. His arms loop around my neck to tug himself closer against me. One hand grips my shoulder, while the other rests against the back of my head, as he kisses me with an intensity that could melt every bone in my body. Desire courses through me, just from his kiss alone. Time loses all meaning. Tasting his sweet moans, his hands roving across my skin, his touch leaves fire in its wake. Nothing but Harper matters anymore. Nothing.
I tear away from his mouth, only to tuck my head into the crook of his neck. The sweet scent of him wraps aroundme, intoxicating and borderline miraculous. Otherworldly even. Fucking sandalwood and something sweet that I can’t name.
“We’re dating. You know that, right?” I mumble the question against the flushed skin of his collarbone.
Harper’s chuckle moves through me, until it feels like it’s my own. “I assumed so after you just ravished me. I’ve never dated anyone before, you know.”
“Harper,” I say seriously. I pull just far enough away to meet his confused gaze. “We’ve been dating for weeks.”
He delicately runs his finger over the shell of my ear, then traces down my face to dip down to my neck, and I try not to shiver as goose bumps break over my skin. Sometimes, when he smiles, truly smiles, just one side of his mouth lifts, and a small tiny dimple appears. It’s my favorite fucking thing. Number one on my bucket list, taste the dimple as I fuck the cum out of him. Yeah, number one.
Finally, I ever so slowly lower him back to the ground. The smile on my lips could split my face in two. Harper covers my face with his hand while groaning in annoyance.
