Page 47 of Craving Justice


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She opened her mouth to say something, but the movie started. Facing the TV, she settled in, resting her head on his shoulder.

The movie played, but Seth only half-watched, distracted by the floral scent of her shampoo, and her body pressing close. Ten minutes into the movie, he’d sunk his hands through the soft strands of hair behind her ear and then traced the baby soft skin of her neck. He smiled at the way she craned her neck, giving him greater access to explore. Whether his little coffee girl knew it or not, she’d given Seth her trust. And he intended to make the most of the gesture.

Nor was he a horny teenager who couldn’t control a hard-on, but over an hour of having the sweet curves of her hips brushing his inner thighs was a test for any man.

He slid his hand under her T-shirt to skim over her ribs, loving the way she held her breath and after a second, relaxing against him, Seth traced over the cup of her bra. Satin and lace. Nice. Slowly, firmly, he glided his thumb over the material, feeling her nipple harden under his touch.

So responsive. He loved that about her.

Watching her face, Seth caught her biting her lip as she shifted against him. He lowered his other hand to the soft area just above her pussy and pressed firmly. Another intake of breath.

A loud crash sounded in the film. Seth turned his gaze to the screen. “Seems our hero’s in some trouble.”

“I don’t give a damn.” Harper pressed her thighs together.

“Don’t you like the film?”

“I’m suddenly distracted.”

“Suddenly?” Liar, she’d been aware of his touch from the beginning, but had tried to play it cool by keeping her gaze fixed on the television.

“Whatever.” Harper attempted to turn, but he pressed his forearm over her ribs, locking her in place.

“I like you just as you are.”

She twisted her head to catch his gaze. Her mouth formed an adorable pout. “But I want to kiss you.”

“What you want and what I’ll allow are two different things, Harper.”

With no warning, he reached under the elasticized waist of her black pants and traced over the lacy material between his fingers and the sensitive folds near her clit.

Again, another shuddering breath. She couldn’t hide a damn thing. Thank God.

“You like that, Harper? Can you feel my finger getting closer to your clit?” She squirmed, harder this time. He’d need to control her soon. “I can feel the wetness through that lace.”

“Harder, Seth.”

“Not yet. Let me see those undies.” He grabbed the waist of her black pants and underwear and shoved them down, smiling as she lifted her hips, making it easier for him to bare her for his gaze. In seconds, her clothing was down to her ankles. She didn’t waste time kicking them off so the garments lay off to the side.

“Peach satin and lace. Let’s see if your bra matches.” He pulled the T-shirt over her head. “Ah, it does. Nice touch, sweetness.”

Harper smiled as she undid the front clasp of her bra. Her small hand reached for his, pushing it down toward her pussy. Now that he couldn’t allow.

Grasping her wrists, he held them in one hand under her breasts and used his forearm to keep her back pressed against his front. Her growl of displeasure made him chuckle. “Don’t worry, pet, you’ll like my plans.”

Seth widened his legs. Ever helpful, Harper spread hers, too. She gasped as he lifted his feet to lock her legs in place behind his.

He lowered his voice to a steely command. “Caught and helpless. Now I can explore at leisure.”

Against his own hardness, Seth felt her clench her butt cheeks. Another sign she liked his dominance. He firmed his grip on her wrists, reminding her of her captivity and was rewarded with another fruitless squirm as she tested his hold. There were no pleas for release, no fear in her gaze. Christ she was a natural submissive.

“Your breasts were made for a man’s exploration, Harper. Round. Soft. They fill my hand just right.” He squeezed her left breast, pumping the blood as her nipple pebbled.

She licked her lips. “Please, Seth, go lower.”

“You mean here?” He smoothed his hand over her ribs, and then her lower belly, rubbing her skin at her hip and squeezing. She had plenty of curves. Seth had slept with women of all sizes and shapes and had enjoyed every one of them. But her lushness enticed him on a primitive level. Her body was made for sex and loving. He could ride her hard, but her softness would only enhance the experience.

She made an impatient sound in the back of her throat. “No, lower.”

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