Pretend You're Mine(43)

He knew he had hurt her. He’d been too rough with her.

Where was his control? It disgusted him that he had let himself go like that. Harper had no idea that’s what lurked beneath the surface. He had no right to take her like that.

“I can feel you glaring at me,” she murmured, eyes closed, sprawled across the sheets.

He pinched her hip. “I’m not glaring. I’m just thinking.”

Harper opened one of those stormy gray eyes. “You’re a lot more fun when you aren’t thinking.”

“Harper —”

She slapped a hand over his mouth

“Shut up. Don’t ruin this moment for me with your ‘We can’t do this’ lame speech.”

He tugged her hand down. “For your information, it’s not lame. I’ve been working on a PowerPoint.”

Harper giggled and rolled until she was on top of him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her thighs cuddling his dick. He instantly got harder.

She cocked her head to the side and traced her fingers lazily over his shoulders and chest. “Before you give me any speech, I’m going to live out the fantasy that I’ve been having ever since I woke up and saw your face.”

Luke’s hands slid down and cupped her ass. He told himself he should stop touching her now, but his body wasn’t willing to entertain the idea.

“What fantasy is that?”

“I want to taste every inch of your perfect body.”

He went hard as stone and his hands flexed on her flesh.

She silenced any argument he might have had with a kiss. Her tongue glided into his mouth, a gentle tease. He let her take control. She broke free from his mouth and trailed a delicate path of kisses across his jaw and down his throat. She nipped at the skin of his shoulder and trailed lower still.

Her lips paused over his heart.

Harper slid lower, her tongue tasting his stomach, enjoying the feel of his taut muscles quivering under her assault.

She rested her face on his thigh and ran her hand up his other leg, pausing just below his heavy sack. He could feel her breath on him and his cock twitched with need.

He didn’t mean for the groan to escape his throat, but it did. And as soon as Harper heard it, she gave him a wicked grin and took him into her mouth. It was heaven and torture. The way her hot mouth wrapped around the head of his dick was enough to send him over the edge.

He fought for control as she took him to the back of her throat, stroking him with her sweet mouth. He felt he was fighting a losing battle.

“Slow down, baby,” he whispered.

She didn’t listen. She gripped him firmly and worked his shaft with mouth and hand pumping him harder and harder.

He was dangerously close, and when she used her other hand to cup his balls, he almost came in her mouth right there.

“Enough.” Yanking her up his body by her hair, he rolled so it was Harper who was pinned. “It’s my turn.”

He took his time on her breasts, suckling and tasting until Harper was grinding against him. He wanted to slam into her, to fill her and feel that slick heat wrap around his cock.

But first he wanted to taste her.

He slid down her body and pressed her knees apart. “Baby.” It was all he could say as she lay beneath him, spread open. Ready to give him anything he wanted.

But it was he who would give. She moaned the second his tongue probed her soft folds. He licked into her and felt her body go tight as a bow. He stroked her sensitive nub with his tongue and slid two fingers into her. She was already — or still — wet and it drove him mad. The way she responded to him was amazing. Like she had been waiting her entire life for his hands on her.

His fingers thrust into her tight channel, faster. He couldn’t get enough. He buried his tongue in her sweet, hot flesh and flexed his fingers deep inside her.

“Luke!” It was a gasp.

He could feel her greedy little muscles tighten around his fingers. “That’s right, baby,” he whispered against her slick folds. “Come on my fingers.”

His tongue stroked over the most sensitive part of her, and Harper’s hips rocked against his mouth. He felt the first tremors of her release clamp down on his fingers. “Beautiful.”

She was still coming when he replaced his fingers with his cock. He slammed into her in a desperate bid to feel it all again. She was so tight it took everything he had not to come. He had to slow it down. Get under control.

Harper lifted her knees higher, changing the angle so that she could take every aching inch of him. He filled her with a calculated thrust and she gave a sexy little whimper.

“Baby, if you keep making noises like that, this is going to be over too soon,” he warned her through gritted teeth.