“Sure, it’s amusing for you, but I’ve been hard for you ever since you left this morning.” He takes my hand and puts it over his cock. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Thinking about how you taste. How you sound when you come. How fucking perfect you feel wrapped around me. About your mouth on me.”
My thighs clench. “My mouth hasn’t been on you yet.”
“And that’s a travesty.” His hand slides down my side, gripping my hip, pulling me harder against him so I can feel exactly how hard he is. “So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to let me strip you down. You’re going to let me find out how wet you are, and then you’re going to get on your knees for me.”
My breath comes out shaky. “That’s a hell of an agenda.”
“You got a problem with it?”
I look up at him—at the heat in his eyes, the possessive set of his jaw, the way he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters. And I shake my head. “Not at all.”
His smile is slow and wicked. “That’s what I thought.”
And then his mouth crashes down on mine.
43
LUKE
Iwake up to heat and wet pressure and the most obscene sound I’ve ever heard: Harper’s mouth wrapped around my cock.
For a second, I think I’m dreaming—some filthy, perfect dream where Harper Garrett is in my bed at dawn, her lips sliding down my length while her hand works what she can’t take. But then she hums around me, and the vibration shoots straight up my spine, and I realize this is real.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hand flying to her hair.
She pulls off just enough to look up at me, her eyes dark and wicked, her lips swollen. “Good morning.”
“Morning, Deputy.”
“I was hungry.” She licks a slow stripe up the underside of my cock, and I nearly come right there. “I didn’t think you’d mind if I had a snack.”
I’m still half-asleep. My brain struggles to catch up with the fact that she’s here, that it’s—I look out the windows—well past dawn and shestayed, but my body is fully awake and completely at her mercy.
I tangle my hands in her curls. “You’re going to kill me.”
“That’s the plan.” She takes me deep again, and I feel her throat work around me. Her hand slides between her ownthighs, and I realize she’s touching herself while she sucks me off.
“Are you wet?” My voice comes out rough, barely controlled.
She pulls off with a wet pop, kneeling between my knees, her left hand still stroking me while the other keeps touching her pussy. “You want to see?”
My cock twitches eagerly. “Show me.”
She shifts forward, holding out her right hand.
I take her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth, licking them. “Fuck, sunshine. Ride my leg. Get yourself off while you suck me.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She shifts, straddling my leg, grinding down against me as she lowers her head back down. I can feel her heat, her slickness, the way she’s already so close. Her hair brushes my groin like a hundred silky touches and her hands rove all over between my legs, stroking and rubbing me just right.
“That’s it,” I growl, reaching to palm her tits. “Take what you need.”
She moans around the head of my cock, and I feel it all the way to the root.
“Yeah, just like that.” I roll her nipple between my fingers. “You gonna come on my leg, Harper? Gonna make a mess of me?”
She gasps, grinding harder, faster, taking me deeper.
I lie back and watch, letting her take me, my hands tangling in her hair because I need to touch her, hold her. I pump into her mouth shallowly, unable to help myself. Her breath comes in short gasps that feel like little kisses all over my skin, and I groan. I can feel her thighs trembling, can see the flush spreading across her chest, and know she’s close.