I also want to keep her, I decide right here and now. I already lit up inside talking to her, but seeing her like this—scenting her—I know she’s mine.
It’s too soon to do what I want—she’s not on the same page yet—but there is one thing we can do.
I cup myself through my jeans, my eyes on her. “Keep going. Let me watch you come.”
19
HARPER
“What the hell, Luke?” I hope I’m whispering. The last thing I need is for my dad to check on me now. I didn’t lock my door, and there’s no way I can explainthis.
Hell—I can’t processthiseither. Luke Bennett is standing next to my bed, his hand wrapped around his cock through his jeans, watching me with an intensity that makes my breath catch. And I’m here with my hand still buried in my pants, completely exposed, completely caught, and completely wet.
The mortification hits hot and sharp—my face burns with it. I’m surprised the room doesn’t light up, I’m blushing so hard. Without thinking, I pull my hand out.
Only now what do I do with it? Wipe it on my jeans? “Fuck,” I exclaim with frustration.
“Shh.” Luke nods toward the door. “Your dad’s still awake downstairs.”
“Iknowwhere my dad is.” I lower my voice, glaring at him. “What are you doing here?”
“Checking on you.” His gaze travels down my body.
I feel it like a caress. I’m not sure if I’m glad I left my jeans on or bummed. “For what?”
“To see whether you ratted me out.” His hand rubs over himself and then cups low.
I can see exactly how hard he is. My mouth goes dry and my brain goes blank. “You—what?”
“You heard me.” His words are a rough growl, and his smile smolders with heat. “Did you tell Daddy what we did tonight?”
“Are you insane?” I glance at the door again. The panic is visceral—my father is downstairs. Twenty feet away. Maybe less. If he hears anything, if he comes up here and finds Luke in my room, finds me like this— Talk about mortified. “You climbed through my window to ask me that?”
“No.” His eyes lock on my hand, which I’ve unconsciously moved back toward my jeans. “I climbed through the window to watch you get off.”
My body jolts. I think my pussy whimpers.
Then I die, because he sits on the edge of my bed next to my thighs, takes my hand, and licks my fingers.
20
LUKE
Fucking delicious.
21
HARPER
Luke sucks my fingers into his mouth, one by one, as if he’s savoring every drop. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
“You imagined this?” The words come out breathless. Between my legs I pulse with need. I want to ask him to touch me, but I press my thighs together instead.
“Every goddamn night.” He nips at the pad of my thumb and I swear I can feel it down low. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about getting you alone like this.”
“Luke—”
“Tell me you thought about it too.”