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Again, she pauses. “I…well…I… It’s difficult talking about my time with Derek. He took a lot away from me. For years I’d lost myself. I’m trying to find my way back. Tamara gave me her sister’s number. She’s a therapist. I’ve made an appointment to talk to her.”
Of course there’d be scars. “I think that’s a great idea. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”
“There is something you can do,” she says.
“Name it.”
“I want to forget about Derek.” She slides her hands up my torso and links her fingers behind my neck. “Make me forget. Please.”
The intent on how she wants me to help her forget is clear on her face. I grab onto her wrists. “This isn’t the way. I don’t want to have sex with you if you’re still healing from Derek. If I’d known any of this before, I would never have let things go as far as they did in the club and especially in the trailer. It kills me knowing you had to sleep with a man you hated. But I’m not sure this is the right way to help you forget.”
“I never slept with Derek.”
I jerk back. “What?”
“I never had sex with him or shared a bed. The thought made me sick to my stomach. To his utter horror and disbelief—remember, he had women throwing themselves at him—I told him no every time he came to my room. I made it clear to him that the only man I wanted touching me was you. That has never changed.”
The words shoot through me. “What about other men?” Just because she didn’t want her husband touching her, didn’t mean there weren’t others. Surely she hadn’t been celibate for the last nine years.
“No. You were all I wanted.Stillwant.” Her hands stay linked behind my neck, and she shuffles closer. “Please make me forget about those years. It was the worst time of my life.” Her lips quiver above mine.
They were the worst years of my life too. A time I want to forget. In this moment, we both need to slay our demons. Get lost in each other. Try to heal the damage caused.
Clamping my hands on her waist, I lift her onto my lap, straddling her legs on either side of me. I hiss as she lowers and rubs herself against my erection straining behind the fly of my trousers. I cup her face in my hands and press my lips against her mouth. With gentle prodding, she opens to me.
She clings to my shoulders as she rocks against me to the tempo of our kiss. Slow at first. It doesn’t take long for the speed to pick up. The pressure is building. I fucking want this woman. It’s taking all my willpower to hold back and not end things fast. With her skirt bunched to her waist, I slide my hands up her thighs and grasp her hips, easing her rocking motion. I love the way she’s letting go. I just don’t want to come yet. I have more I want to do with her.
When our pace is under control, I skim my hands along her torso, brush my fingers across her heaving ribcage, and cup her breasts. As I pinch and pluck at her nipples, she moans with pleasure. Breaking the kiss, she tilts her face up to the ceiling and arches her back, pressing herself harder into my hands.
“Oh God.” Her voice is laced with pleasure. She tunnels her fingers through my hair, encouraging me closer to her chest. I don’t need to be told twice. I want my mouth on her tits as much as she wants me there.
I lave at her nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her blouse. With each lick and suck, her tempo kicks up. Her breathing is deep and choppy. The damp material is plastered against the lacy fabric of her bra. A bra I madly need to see. Tits I desperately need to taste.
With jerky fingers, I unbutton the top, surprised I don’t tear off any buttons in my haste. Within seconds, her full breasts covered in pink lace are on display. Man, they’ve only gotten better with age. I dive into her chest, sliding the straps of her bra down her arms. She reaches behind her back to unhook it and tosses it on the floor. I kiss and massage as she squirms on my lap.
“I…want…your…shirt…off…too,” she pants.
Hearing her so turned on gets me harder than I ever thought possible. We both work on the buttons. Once released, I shrug out of it and toss it toward her bra.
She splays her hands over my pecs and nibbles her bottom lip. Her eyes brimming with appreciation as she stares at my chest. “You’ve been working out. You used to be scrawny.”
“Scrawny! I’ve never been scrawny.” I squeeze her hips.
Her lips twitch with a smile, and she giggles at my disgruntled expression. “Okay, maybe not scrawny, but you were never this big. I like it.”
“I can show you something else that’sbig.” Clasping her hand, I push it down my body and place it over my cock. “How about that?” Our easy joking banter we once shared is as natural as having Harper back in my arms.
She twists her lips to the side as if she’s thinking. “Is it bigger?”
“Of course it is!” I say with feigned offense.
Stroking her hand along my length, she gives it a squeeze. My eyes practically roll to the back of my head. Slowly, I thrust my hips in her clenched fist. “Hmmm, I’m not sure. I’ll have to see for myself.”
I open my arms out wide and slide them onto the back of the sofa. “Be my guest.” She wants to look, who am I to stop her?
She strokes me again from root to tip, pumping me into her hand. I drop my head on the back of the seat and squeeze my eyes shut. I feel her shuffle off me. When I open my eyes again, Harper is leaning over my crotch with her hair falling like curtains. Her tits inches above my fly. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time.
Harper is kneeling on the floor in front of me. Flicking open the button of my pants, she slowly drags the zipper down. Pulling my pants and underwear down my legs, she pauses at the mean-looking, jagged scar running down my thigh.
