"That's it," Luke murmurs, releasing my breast to kiss down my stomach. "Let me see what you need."
His hands hook into the waistband of my sleep shorts, dragging them down my legs in one smooth motion.
And then I'm completely naked. Bound. Exposed.
At his mercy.
50
LUKE
Isit back on my heels and just look at her.
Fuck.
Harper Garrett is spread out on her childhood bed, wrists cuffed to the headboard, completely naked. The sight of her like this—vulnerable and trusting andmine—makes my cock throb so hard it's painful.
My gaze travels from her flushed face down to where her thighs are pressed together, and I can see the tension in her body. She's holding herself together by sheer force of will, even now.
Not for long.
"Spread your legs," I order quietly, tracing my finger up her slit. "Open for me, Harper.”
She closes her eyes and lets her thighs fall open.
"Yeah, just like that," I breathe, and the words come out rough.
She's glistening, pink and swollen. The sight makes my mouth water and my hands shake with the need to touch her, to claim her—to make her forget everything except this.
I slide my hand up her inner thigh, feeling her tremble beneath my palm. When my fingers brush against her pussy,she's so wet I groan out loud. I circle her clit slowly, teasing, watching her hips jerk in response. "Jesus, Harper. You're soaked."
Her back bows, her legs opening wider. "Luke, please."
"Please what?" I add pressure, and she gasps. "Tell me what you need."
"You." The word comes out broken and desperate. "I need you inside me. Please."
Fuck. The way she begs—the raw need in her voice—makes me want to give her everything.
I stand long enough to strip off my jeans and boxer briefs, my cock springing free, hard and aching. Harper's eyes track every movement as I roll on a condom. When I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance, she pulls against the handcuffs without thinking.
"Easy." I put a hand over the chain to keep it from clanking. "You have to keep still."
“Easy for you to say.” She inhales sharply as I push forward.
I watch her face as I fill her in one slow, devastating thrust. Her mouth opens in a silent cry, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control. She's so tight, so hot, so fucking perfect around me that I can barely think. How many times did we do this last weekend? Her body just feels better every fucking time.
I hold completely still even though every instinct is screaming at me to move. She whimpers, moving her hips, trying to get more. I can see it in her eyes—her entire world has narrowed to the place where we're joined, to the stretch and fullness of me inside her.
“Oh God,” she whispers, her head falling back.
"That's it." I start to move—slow, controlled circles that grind against her just right, careful to keep the bed from squeaking. "Let me fuck you nice and quiet."
That makes her clench around me, and I nearly lose it right there. I slide my hand up her body to cup her breast, pinching her nipple in time with my movements.
She's making small sounds she can't control—whimpers and gasps that she's trying desperately to muffle.
"Quiet," I warn, and then I cover her mouth with my free hand.