“I don’t know.” She tips her head, her brow arched. “Let me check.”
I nearly choke on my drool as she slips a hand into her panties.
I hear her breathing quicken but my focus is entirely on the sight of her fingers under the black fabric. I don’t know what she’s doing, but I can imagine. It’s pretty damn good in my mind, but I bet the reality is a hell of a lot better.
“Yeah, it does make me wet.” Her lips curving in a wicked little smile, she pulls her hand out and wipes it on her panties before she unclasps her bra and lets it fall.
My breath catches in my throat. Her breasts are perfect—full, nipples already hard. I want to suck and bite them. I want to come all over them and make them mine. “Jesus, Harper. You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I think I have some idea,” she says, and there’s a hint of that sharp humor in her voice that I love.
“Yeah?” I unzip my jeans and pull my cock out. I’m so hard it hurts, and I can’t help but stroke myself slowly, watching her watch me. “Then you know I’ve been walking around for weeks with a hard-on every time you’re near me. You know I’ve been thinking about bending you over every surface in this town. You know I’ve been imagining what you’d look like on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”
Her breath hitches, and I see the way her body responds—the flush deepening, her nipples tightening even more.
“Take off the panties,” I command, my voice rough with need.
She hooks her thumbs into the waistband and starts to slide them down, but then she pauses. “What if I don’t?”
I lean forward, my eyes locked on hers. “Then I’ll come over there and rip them off you myself. And I won’t be gentle about it.”
“Promises, promises,” she murmurs, but she turns around, giving me her back. She bends over as she slides the panties down her legs.
“Fuck.” I groan, my hand tightening around my cock. The plump roundness of her ass, the glimpse of her pussy from behind—it’s almost too much.
She steps out of the panties and straightens, turning to face me, completely bare.
She’s so stunning I can’t breathe. Every curve, every line, every inch of her is exactly what I’ve been craving.
I stand, pull my pants up, and go to her.
Her lips part, and her eyes stay glued to my cock, where the tip rises out of the opening of my pants. She licks her lips again, and my cock surges like it can already feel her tongue.
I grip her hips, holding her with inches between us. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, holding her gaze. “And you’re mine.”
She lifts her chin. “You’re mine too.”
I grin slowly. “Damn right I am.”
And then I get on my knees to show her.
38
HARPER
The moment Luke drops to his knees in front of me, my entire world narrows to the sight of him looking up at me with those bright, hungry eyes.
His fingers flex on my hips as he leans forward and licks into my seam. I gasp, my hands automatically going to his head, and when his tongue touches my clit, I moan loudly.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, his voice rough and low.
I do, my thighs trembling already.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “Think I can get you wetter?”
“We’ll have to see, won’t we?” My voice breaks as his tongue drags up the inside of my thigh, so close to where I need him but not close enough.
He glances up at me, the devil in his eyes. “Yeah, we will.”