She was shameless. Desperate. Sexy.
I pushed one finger inside her, then two, feeling her pulse around me. She was more than ready, slick and hot. I could barely think straight, my need for her becoming a living thing, turning my blood molten. My scrubs offered nothing to disguise the way my body strained for her, every inch of me aching to bury myself inside her that second.
I pulled my fingers from her and brought them to my mouth, licking her from my skin while she watched, heat smoldering in her eyes. I let her see how much I liked it, how much I wanted her.
“You taste so good to me.”
Harper’s eyes fluttered closed at that, her lips parting as she let out a shaky breath. When she opened them again, the look she gave me was pure fire.
“Stop talking and fuck me, Cole.”
“Hey, hey, hey, bossy. I know you’re used to being in control, but relax.” I shoved my scrub pants down along with my boxers. “You’re not leaving this room until I take care of you.”
Her eyes went dark as she wriggled out of her panties and flicked them over my shoulder. My dick strained, heavy and aching, the tip already slick. She wrapped her fingers around me, slow at first, then stroked once. Twice. The sensation almost undid me right there.
“Payback, huh?” I rumbled, closing my eyes.
“So…I’m on birth control,” she said suddenly. “And I stay current on tests. I can send you my recent results.”
“Good,” I said, trying to return to earth. “Uhm, I tested a few months ago when I had my physical, and I haven’t been active.”
I paused, glancing down at her hand still wrapped around me. “I really need to be inside you, Harper. Right now. We good?”
“Oh.” She laughed and reluctantly let go. “Yeah. We’re good.”
I drew in a ragged breath, my hands gripping her thighs. Every muscle in my body vibrated with anticipation. I felt her pulse through her skin and I was so hard it almost hurt.
Our eyes locked, and I saw something there that went deeper than lust. I didn’t want to lose myself in her just because I could; I wanted this to be something she wanted too. More than a passing impulse, more than a desperate fuck in a closet.
Even if that was exactly what it was.
“Harper. You’re sure?”
She stared at me, incredulous, as if I’d just asked her whether the sky was blue. She arched her back a little, her thighs locking tight around my hips.
“Cole. Stop being a gentleman and fu?—”
That was all I needed to hear.
I angled my hips forward, sinking into her in a slow, deliberate stroke. The sensation hit me like a freight train—shewas so tight, so warm, so wet that for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred at the edges and I had to brace myself to keep from collapsing.
“Goddamn, Harper,” I growled into her ear. I suppressed a moan at the sensation of being completely surrounded by her.
She felt good. Better than good. Better than anything I’d felt in years. Maybe ever.
I started slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, savoring every second of being inside her. Harper met my rhythm, matching me thrust for thrust.
“Harder. Fuck me hard,” she managed.
I obliged, setting a rhythm that had her panting, each thrust deeper than the last. The table creaked beneath us, supplies rattling on the shelves.
“You are doing. The. Damn. Thing. Cole. Shit!” She sat up and bit my shoulder hard enough to make me hiss. “Don’t stop. Make me come.”
“Like that?” I asked against her neck. “It’s good to you?”
She nodded, her breath coming in short bursts. “So good. God, so fucking good.”
I fucked her in that storage closet.
