Her hands are small but strong, and the simple intimacy of it—Harper touching me,choosingto touch me—makes my chest tight.
“You’ve grown,” she whispers against my back.
I huff out a laugh, trying to sound normal when my entire nervous system is on fire. “A decade’ll do that to a man.”
I start to turn around—I need to see her face and understand what this means—but she locks her arms around me from behind and presses her cheek to my spine between my shoulder blades.
“Stay,” she whispers. “Please.”
I freeze. The plea in her voice undoes me completely.
“We should talk,” I manage, because I’m still trying to be the good guy here. I’m trying to do the right thing even though she’s in my bed and I can feel the warmth of her skin against mine. It’s torturous in the best possible way.
“I know,” she whispers, and I can hear the guilt in her voice. “There are some things I need to tell you. But tonight I don’t want to think anymore. Can you just make me feel good? Is that too selfish to ask?”
I suck in a breath and let it out raggedly.
She’s asking me to touch her. To make her feel good. Harper Tucker—the girl I’ve been in love with since I was a teenager—is in my bed, pressed against my back, asking me to make her feel good.
I should still insist that we talk first. I should be responsible and mature?—
But instead, I blurt out what I’m actually thinking: “Do you know how often I used to think about you climbing into my bed like this?” The confession tears out of me before I can stop it.
“Then I’ll match your confession with one of my own.” She’s grinning—I can hear it in her voice. “I used to dream about that all the time, too.”
My heart stops. Restarts. “Oh yeah?” I breathe out, barely able to form words. “How would those dreams go?”
“I’d sneak in your bed just like this,” she says, her lips brushing against the back of my neck. I’m burning alive with want for her. “And I’d wake you up with my hand beneath your boxers.”
Her hand slides around my waist to the front of my boxers, making me shudder.
Fuck.
She dips beneath the hem and grasps my quickly hardening shaft. “And it would be wrong, because I was your new sister.”
Her grip tightens. I strain in her hand.
“But that only tempted me more.” She reaches between my legs and squeezes my balls.
“Fuck, Harper,” I hiss out between my teeth. This is all happening so quickly. Fine if she doesn’t want to talk, but shouldn’t we at least?—
“You’d walk down the halls of that school wearing your letter jacket looking so confident,” she whispers, flipping off the comforter and exposing my cock to the cool night air, “and all I’d think was… I bet I could bring him to his knees.”
And then she bends down, crawling between my legs—and takes the head of my cock between her lips.
My brain totally blanks out.
Harper.
Harper’smouth.
Harper’s mouth on my cock.
I think I make a low gurgling noise in my throat as I flip to my back and she settles between my legs.
With one hand, she pumps the base of my cock while she bends over, suckling hard at the tip. She drops her mouth down, sucking like she’s trying to vacuum my fucking soul out through my dick.
My hips jackknife up off the bed of their own accord.