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“You saw me watching you across the pool.”
“Of courseI saw you. Youwantedme to see you.”
“Yes.I did.And I wanted you to know I wanted to fuck you. I wanted you to know I wanted you naked.” I press my hands under her dress, and slide it over her hips and to her feet. I lift her and kick it away, taking a moment to appreciate just how perfect her heart-shaped ass is before I give it a smack.
She gasps, and I yank away the little string of silk between her cheeks, and then turn her to face me, my fingers tangle in her hair. “And since you’re here,” I add, “I will assume you got that message loud and clear.”
“I’m still angry and you’re still an arrogant asshole, but apparently it doesn’t matter, but why don’t you fuck me before I come to my senses.”
I press my cheek to one side of her face, my hand to the other, my lips by her ear. “I promise to use my tongue in all the right places to make sure you have no regrets.”
She pants out a breath that tells me my words affect her and I’m right there when she does, kissing her again, drinking her in, and damn she tastes good; one part innocence, one part wicked bad girl.
I could just fuck her right here against the wall, sate this damn craving for her I’ve had since the moment I saw her by that pool. And if she was anyone else I would. But not her, and not for any reason I can explain.
I scoop her up and carry her through the living area to the bedroom, because hell, I don’t know, it just feels like I should fuck her on the bed. Once we’re in the bedroom, I set her on her feet in front of the mattress and I fold her to me, my hand sliding under her hair and cupping her neck, controlling her. “This is where I lick and you come on my tongue.”
Chapter four
Eric
I’m about to go down on my knee and make good on that promise to lick Harper to orgasm when she suddenly rejects that idea and me. “No,” she whispers, flattening her hands on my chest. “No. This is a mistake. I need to leave.”
She tries to pull away but I catch her waist. “What just happened?”
“I don’t do this kind of thing. Ever. I don’t know why I’m half naked with you right now.”
“This is why,” I say, cupping her head and kissing her, my tongue stroking deep and long, the tension in her body easing almost instantly, a tiny moan sliding from her mouth. “That’s why,” I repeat, when she’s all soft and yielding in my arms. “Because you want me and I want you.”
“You wantsomething,”she accuses as if she’s decided I’m motivated by some invisible agenda that doesn’t exist.
“Sweetheart, you’re the only reason I’m not driving away right now.”
“Because I fit your agenda?”
“My only agenda right now is you on my tongue.” I kiss her again. “And what does me between your legs do for me besides turn us both on?”
“I don’t want to be inside the family drama.”
“Don’t make this complicated. Don’t make me complicated. I’m here, I’m gone. I want to fuck you before I leave. You want to fuck me, too, and right now, I’m going to kiss you again unless you—”
“Stop talking,” she orders fiercely. “Stop and give me time to think. I need—”
“I need,” I say, and my mouth slants over hers, and the instant my tongue touches hers, she moans and kisses me back, a wild hungry kiss, my hand on her breast, her nipple.
She moans again, and God, I love this woman’s moans. My cock throbs against my zipper and I need her on my tongue and everywhere I can get her. I lower to one knee, my hands on her hips, slipping her barely-there black panties down her legs. I wrap my arm around her and lift her, tossing them aside. When she’s back on her feet, there’s a hint of trepidation in her eyes that I don’t want to exist, and I know is rooted in this screwed up family, and the war of brothers, my father eggs on every chance he finds.
“I’m going to make you forget everything about this night but me fucking you,” I promise, my lips pressing to her belly, my tongue flicking against the soft skin there. She trembles in response, and holy hell, I’m so damn hard that it hurts.
Her hand presses to my shoulder and I caress her hip and cup her ass. My gaze lifts and her teeth scrape her bottom lip.My teethgo to her hip, where I nip, and then soothe the tiny bite with my tongue. I slide my fingers along her sex, as she’s dripping for me. I slide two fingers inside her and her lips part in a silent gasp. I stroke her, pump my fingers into her, and she arches her hips and makes a barely there, but fucking sexy as hell, sound. I lick her clit and her fingers wrap around my hair, and not gently,
I’m also not about to let her cum this quickly.
But I liked it.
I rotate her and sit her down on the bed, and she’s panting with my withdrawal, her lashes fluttering. My hands settling on her knees, my lips finding her inner thigh while my hand works a path up the opposite leg, just a little tease, for a short interlude. Impatience is not my friend and I slip my shoulders between her legs and my mouth closes down on her sex. When she moans, I pull her forward and force her to her back, lifting her legs to my shoulders, while I start licking and suckling, hungry for more of this woman, and yes, she’s right. We’re wrong. We’re so fucking wrong that we are right in every possible way.
The very idea that they think they own her, and yet, she’s chosen to be here with me, iseverything. Every fucking thing, and I slide two fingers inside her again, reveling in the way she arches her hips, lifting into the thrust of my fingers. I lick her everywhere, the taste of her shifting from salty to sweet when she suddenly quakes into orgasm, her body spasming around my fingers.
