She’s tight—so tight I have to grit my teeth and force myself to go slow—but she takes me, inch by inch, until I’m buried completely inside her.
It’s like coming home.
Not like any of the houses I grew up in. Not like the barracks or the safe houses or the temporary places I’ve crashed over the years. This is different. This is Harper, warm and alive and wrapped around me, holding me like she never wants to let go.
This is belonging.
I do the only thing I can—I capture her mouth in a kiss that’s deeper than anything before—raw and desperate and honest.She kisses me back just as fiercely, her arms squeezing me tight. I feel her heartbeat against mine, and the restlessness that chases me vanishes.
The smart thing would be to keep my distance. The safe thing would be to remember every reason this could go wrong. Instead, I dive in and thank God I’ve never been accused of making smart decisions.
She breaks the kiss, shoving at my hips. “Move. Fucking move, Bennett.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Grinning, I spear my fingers into her hair, holding tight, loving the way she gasps, her eyes going hazy with want.
Sure I have her attention, I pull back and thrust in hard.
She cries out, her nails raking down my back. I do it again and again, setting a rhythm that’s rough and demanding and exactly what she needs. I lower my head to her neck, nipping her before I soothe it with a kiss. “That’s it,” I say against her skin. “Take it. Take all of me.”
Her whimpering moans drive me insane, and I drive into her faster. I can feel her tightening around me, getting close again.
“You’re going to come on my cock,” I tell her, my voice low and filthy. “I want to feel you fall apart around me. I want to feel you squeeze me so hard I can’t think straight.”
“Luke.”
“That’s it, sunshine. Say my name. Show me how good I make you feel.” I pinch her nipple and then move my hand lower to pinch her clit, and she shatters.
She screams my name, her entire body bowing, clenching around me so tight I nearly lose it right there. But I hold on, fucking her through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until she’s sobbing and shaking beneath me. I’m close—so close.
I need to see her face when I come. I need her to see me, to know what she does to me. “Harper.”
She opens her eyes, looking up at me with something that makes my chest ache.
“I’m—” My cock swells, my balls drawing tight. “Fuck, Harper, I’m going to come.”
“Yes.” She reaches between us and takes hold of me where I’m pumping into her. “Come for me, Luke. I want to feel it.”
That’s all it takes.
I thrust deep one last time and come so hard I see stars. It rips through me, overwhelming and intense, and I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as I empty myself inside her.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We’re both breathing hard, tangled together, and I can feel her heart pounding against my chest.
Slowly, I lift my head and look down at her.
Her eyes are soft, her expression open in a way I’ve never seen before. She reaches up and brushes my hair back from my forehead, and the gesture is so tender it nearly undoes me all over again.
“Hey,” she whispers.
“Hey,” I say back, my voice rough.
“That was—” Her voice tapers off.
“Yeah.” I get it, because I don’t have words either. I kiss her softly, gently, completely different from the way I just fucked her. “It was.”
I pull out carefully and deal with the condom, then collapse beside her and pull her into my arms. She comes willingly, curling against my chest, and I wrap myself around her like I can keep the rest of the world out.
For the first time in my life, I don’t feel like I’m on the outside looking in.