Pretend You're Mine(108)

He couldn’t give her the words she wanted to hear the most, but he could give her all the others she deserved to hear. “I thought of you every second, baby. I couldn’t get home fast enough.” His mouth moved over her lips, her jaw, down to her neck.

“I missed you so much.”

Harper trembled. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “I love you, Luke.”

“Baby, don’t cry.” His thumbs brushed away the tears that trailed down her smooth cheeks.

She blinked them back.

“Do you still want me?”

His hands stilled on her skin. “Harper,” he breathed her name. “There is nothing I want more.”

She pushed him backwards until he landed against the pillows at the head of the bed.

Harper slid her body over his, the silky barrier teasing his skin. She started at his jaw, running her soft lips down to his throat. She kissed, nibbled, and licked her way down his chest, across his abdomen. And then lower.

The first brush of her lips across the head of his cock nearly brought him off the bed. His hips flexed into her as her sweet mouth closed over him.

She pulled him into the back of her throat and he groaned. “God, baby.”

Harper gripped the base of his thick shaft and worked his length with her hand as her mouth slicked over him again and again.

She moaned and the vibration nearly sent him over the edge.

Luke fisted his hand in her hair. “Baby, I need this to last. I need to be inside you.”

Harper let him drag her up his body until she found his mouth. He made a move to roll with her, but she braced her hands on his shoulders. “Stay,” she whispered, straddling him.

She reached between their bodies and positioned the broad head of his erection against her wet center. His hands found her hips and guided her down his length. Inch by glorious inch she took him into her core until he was fully sheathed in her.

Luke fought the urge to take over the rhythm and hammer himself home.

“Make it last, baby,” he whispered. She cupped a hand to his face. Harper rose up, her golden waves framing her face. Her eyes closed tight as she set a slow, sensual pace. Her body was leaner, stronger than before. She looked like a goddess riding into battle.

“Open your eyes, Harper.”

Those lust-glazed gray eyes opened almost lazily. She smiled as he flexed into her. He let her ride him, losing herself in the rhythm. Time stood still as the magic of what she made him feel bled through him.

He reared up and yanked the fabric from her breasts. Her nipples were already pebbled and straining for him. He took one into his mouth, drawing on it with long, deep pulls.

Her sharp inhale went straight to his dick. He sucked again, harder this time, and felt her tighten around him. His own need for release churned deep in his balls.

“Luke.”

“Let it happen, baby.” He gripped her hips harder and yanked her down on his cock, thrusting deep. Her thighs tightened around him as he felt the first flutter of her release around his shaft. Her hungry squeezes wrenched his own orgasm from him and he came deep within her, branding her from within.

Trembling, Harper collapsed on top of him. No matter what words did or didn’t pass between them, this connection was undeniable.

She loved him body and broken soul.

“We should talk,” he murmured against her shoulder.

“Sleep first. Talk later.”

He stroked her back while her silent tears fell on his neck and shoulder.

***

When Harper woke a few hours later, she was still sprawled over Luke. He was still inside her. And hard. She squeezed him reflexively as she tried to ease off of him. But the movement woke him.

Without pulling out, he rolled them over. He kept his face buried in her neck as he partially withdrew and then thrust into her.

Instantly wet, Harper bent her knees to take more of him.

He clutched a hand to her bare breast, kneading, as his thrusts came faster and harder. Luke set a frantic pace, a race for release.

“Squeeze me, baby,” Luke groaned.

Harper flexed around him as he slammed into her. He grunted with every thrust and Harper could feel her orgasm building violently.

Luke thrust into her to the hilt and she felt the first jet of his release. It tore her over the edge, sending her spiraling after him. Her orgasm milked every drop from him.

“Mine,” he whispered against her neck. “Mine.”

***

It took her another hour to extricate herself from the bed and Luke’s arms. He reached for her in his sleep and she pressed a kiss to his forehead before tugging the quilt over him. She patted the bed, giving Lola and Max the all-clear signal. Lola curled into Luke’s side while Max settled on his chest.

Harper padded into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. She peeled off the midnight corset and stepped under the stream.