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It’s like I’m addicted to the way she wraps herself around me, the way her sounds cause every nerve in my body to come alive, and yet I know that she needs her rest. During the night I woke her up for rounds two and three until she begged me to let her sleep. So, her wish is my command… for now.
My stomach growls, reminding me that I haven’t eaten all day and should probably get some food if I want to continue our day in bed. So, I carefully remove myself from Harper’s grasp, kissing her lightly on the forehead and smiling at the sigh that escapes her lips at the touch. I make my way into her kitchen, rummaging through her fridge, trying to find something to eat. When I spot some eggs and bacon, I decide to whip it up since we all know that bacon is the best and only food group. I carefully look through her cabinets and find two pans, placing the eggs in one and the bacon in the other. Just as I transfer the food onto a plate, I hear a noise behind me.
“What are you making out here?” Harper asks sleepily. I turn to give her a sarcastic comment when I stop dead in my tracks. She’s wearing my T-shirt and nothing else.
Fuck.
Me.
She looks insanely gorgeous as her hair hangs loosely around her face, her eyes tired and her lips swollen from my kisses. I can’t take my eyes off her as her fingers dance around the hem of the shirt, making me wonder if she’s wearing anything underneath. My look of lust must have reflected back as her eyes roam over my bare chest, down toward my undone jeans that are hanging low on my hips.
“What?” I tease, her eyes darting to mine as a slow smile creeps onto her face.
She shakes her head as she makes her way toward me, wrapping her arms around my waist as my fingers find their way into the loose strands of her hair. The kiss I place on top of her head is light, but it gives me a whiff of that strawberry-scented shampoo she uses, and I pull her just a little bit closer.
“I was just thinking that it’s not normal for someone to look this good, this early in the morning,” she mumbles against my chest, her lips kissing softly up to the underside of my jaw. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, I’m actually saying it’s a very very good thing. For me at least.” She looks up with a smile, her chin resting on the planes of my chest as I lean down and kiss her forehead.
“Well, it should be fucking illegal for you to wear my shirt after a night of mind-blowing sex. ‘Cause Sunshine, you look damn edible right now.” My hands have a mind of their own as they grab her hair and pull, forcing her eyes to mine. “Fuck if I don’t want you again right here.” I groan, taking her face in my hands and lower my lips to hers. My mouth starts to devour her as she licks, sucks, and bites, causing a guttural groan to leave my chest. Her body comes back to life under my touch as she places her hands at the base of my neck. My fingers begin to map out the edge of my shirt as it hits just past her ass, and the moment my fingers find bare skin beneath the fabric, my pulse skyrockets.
“Harper… you’re not wearing any panties.”
She smiles against my lips, moaning when I squeeze her juicy ass and lift her onto the counter. At that moment, my stomach decides to make itself known and growl louder than I’ve ever heard it.
“Hungry?” she teases with a sly smile on her face and I tighten my hold on her hips, bringing her to the edge of the counter.
“Yes, but not for what you think…” Her eyes bulge as my fingers gently make their way up her bare thigh to find her wet and wanting. God, I love how wet she gets for me. I fucking love how turned on she is just from my fingers touching her skin. It makes me want to take her back to the bedroom and do all the things we did last night, plus a few more I thought about after.
“Please…” she pleads as I suck on that spot below her ear I know drives her crazy.
“You need me to touch you, Sunshine?” I ask, her head moving against my chest, agreeing. My lips trace the outline of her ear, whispering, “Beg me. Tell me what you want, sweetheart, or my hands stay right here.” I place my fingers just shy of her pussy as her hips roll forward, seeking friction. “Nope, not this time, Harper, I need to hear it from your lips.”
Her head falls back, hitting the cabinets behind her as a sound I’ve never heard leaves her mouth.
“You are evil, you know that?”
I just smile against her slick skin, loving the tension building with every pass of my lips.
“I need…” Her voice trails off as my fingers inch ever closer to her clit, making her jump.
“You need what?” I ask, continuing my torture as she pants against my neck. “You need my fingers inside you? You want to fuck my hand until you come so hard for me?” I growl as her moan grows louder and louder and so I don’t hesitate a second more. My fingers find her heat just as her body starts to convulse, shuddering around me. “That’s it, sweetheart, I want you to fuck my fingers, take it from me.” And fuck does she. I watch with rapt attention as she braces her hands behind her, legs falling open as I groan at the sight of her hips grinding against my hand.
Jesus, she’s magnificent.
This is by far the hottest thing I have ever seen. Watching a woman take pleasure from me is something I will always love, but with Harper? She takes the prize. She is a sight to behold as her hips move faster and faster as her walls contract, and I know she’s chasing her orgasm. Just as a frustrated moan leaves her mouth, I flick my thumb over her clit and she goes off like a bomb, screaming my name into the empty kitchen.
“Damn, Harper,” I say, taking my fingers from her and bringing them to my mouth. “Now that’s a meal I will always come home for.” I wink, her laugh warming my chest. Her forehead leans against mine as I lightly kiss those lips.
I take the now-cold plate of food, putting it in the microwave to heat up. Once warmed, we take the food into the bedroom, feeling completely content. We rest in bed, eating and sitting in silence until Harper’s phone goes off beside me, and when I glance at the screen, I can’t help but tense at the name that pops onto the screen.
“What’s wrong?” she asks as I motion to her phone, and when she picks it up, seeing who it is, she rolls her eyes. Her gaze meets mine as an emotion I can’t quite grasp crosses her features. Maybe fear? Embarrassment? I don’t get a chance to ask what’s going through her head before she’s opening up her phone and reading the text out loud.
“Harper, baby, we were meant to be together. I want you back, tell me what I have to do.”
I say nothing, because there isn’t anything to say after hearing something like that. Do I love that he’s texting her? Of course not, but it’s also not my place to tell her to delete him from her phone, even though I do think it’s a good idea.
“Josh, are you okay?”
I stay silent, not wanting to ruin the last few hours we have together.
