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Hell yeah. I’m fucking starving, but I haven’t had the heart to wake her. She’s been sleeping soundly against me for hours. I know she needs it. We’ve given Harper the afternoon to rest after we pulled the rug out from under her yet again, but now we need to figure out some sort of plan.
I set my phone down and begin playing with the ends of her chocolate brown curls, trying to savor this quiet moment with her curled up next to me just a little longer.
Taking a few extra seconds, I look down and memorize how her body’s draped over mine. She fits against me perfectly, like her body was made to be entangled with mine. Still dressed in only Ronan’s shirt, I run my hand over the creamy skin of her exposed thigh. It feels like silk against my rough hands. She doesn’t flinch at my touch, but I watch a trail of goosebumps form across her leg. Unable to help myself, I firmly squeeze the top of her thigh just below her ass. I love that she’s curvy enough that I can truly get a handful of her in my grip. She nuzzles into me, further, the inside of her thigh rubbing right up against my now half-hard dick. I squeeze her leg a little harder, and she lets out the softest moan into my chest, but I know she’s not awake. It’s just her body responding to mine like it’s on autopilot.
The idea that she is already so in tune with my touch sends a jolt straight to my groin, and now I’m fully straining against the zipper of my jeans.
Fuck it.
I release my hold on Harper and quickly grab my phone.
Me: How long until food is here?
Finn: Why? She still sleeping?
Ronan: She’s been sleeping for hours. Is she okay?
Me: She’s fine. She just needed to rest. You didn’t answer my question. How long until the food gets here?
Finn: Should be here in 20.
Me: Perfect.
Ronan: Fucking hell. At least keep it down. I’m trying to get some work done.
I chuckle, knowing Ronan is just on the other side of the wall, and he’s going to hear everything I’m about to do to my Princess.
Me: Not likely. I had to listen to you two all night. Payback is a bitch, brother.
Me: Plus, better get used to it. She’s not going anywhere.
Ronan: Damn right, she’s not.
Finn: Agreed.
Me: We’ll be out in 20.
I move to put my phone back down as Harper runs her hand across my stomach, and I swear to fucking god, I stop breathing.
I quickly amend my last text.
Me: Better make it 30.
I practically throw my phone across the room. I can always buy a new one.
Gently, I roll us over so Harper is lying on her back beneath me, my legs straddling her hips. She still barely even stirs. “Harper, Princess…” I whisper as I stroke my hand down her cheek. Finally, her eyelids begin to flutter. “Finn ordered us dinner, it’ll be here soon,” I say a little louder this time.
Comically, her eyes fly open at the mention of food, and I can’t help the smile that takes over my face. She takes a few seconds, her sleepy eyes adjusting to the orange glow of her bedroom as the sun begins to set over the city.
“It’s dinner already? I’ve been asleep that long?”
I nod, unable to speak, as I look down at her memorizing every inch of her adorable face. Her long, dark lashes hang over the most beautiful set of green eyes I swear I’ve ever seen. A few tiny freckles dance across her nose and cheeks, only adding to the glow of her pale skin in the orange light. And that hair. Those delicious fucking curls lay unruly beneath her, spread out across her pillow. I never thought I’d say this, but her hair alone makes me fucking hard. I don’t know what it is. Probably the fact that the women that throw themselves at the three of us never look anything like Harper, with their perfectly styled hair, rail-thin bodies, and expensive designer clothes. They’re all the fucking same. Not Harper. Her voluminous curls and eyes that could ravish your damn soul speak to the wild nature she keeps tucked away.
Just looking at her is enough to drive me absolutely wild.
But the sadness that took over her face in the living room this morning is still there. I mean, why wouldn’t it be? I want to take away her pain, if only for a few minutes.
“You should have woken me up. I didn’t need to sleep all day.” I swipe away a stray curl from her forehead.
