Pretend You're Mine(49)

This wasn’t healthy, to have her body need his like this.

He withdrew his fingers and she felt him grip his shaft.

Luke slid the rounded head of his cock between her legs, gently probing. She met his gaze in the mirror. Her breathing was shallow. She swallowed, desperate to be filled.

She felt the pressure as his wide crest breached her sex. Felt the gasp escape her lungs as he invaded her. Harper’s head spun, but she never took her eyes off of his in the mirror. Those hazel orbs bored into her, seeing every corner of her dark soul. She was exposed, possessed.

“Luke,” she whispered. She tried to buck against him. To make him move.

He held her hips still with his rough hands. They stayed that way for what felt like an eternity. He pulled out slightly. Harper moaned and it was all the encouragement he needed to bury himself in her. She cried out in triumph. Luke brought a hand around to tease the lips of her sex apart.

He filled her in a way no man ever had.

She couldn’t catch her breath as he started to move. His fingers teased a sweet spot and his shaft stretched her to capacity. Something was building in her. It was a wall of pleasure so towering, she knew she couldn’t survive the break.

Harper could see sweat forming on his brow, his gaze still burning into her. The thrusts were coming faster now and he gave a quiet grunt with each one. He was going to come like this. Just knowing it put a crack in her wall. Luke reached around her and cupped her breast again. He tugged on her pebbled nipple.

It happened in an instant. The wall broke inside her just as Harper felt Luke’s first shudder of release. He let loose deep inside her. She clamped down on his shaft and shattered around it. Luke released her breast and gripped her chin in his hand, watching her as they both came apart.

***

“Where did you get these?” Luke asked, lazily running his fingers over twin scars high on her hip.

Harper was draped over him, naked on the bed in a post-orgasmic coma. She shrugged and buried her face in his chest. He shifted her to the mattress and sat up.

Harper snuggled face down into his pillow and ignored him as he studied her skin.

“Harper.” He poked her butt cheek.

“Mmm.”

“Harper Sue Ellen Wilde.”

She rolled to her side. “That is definitely not my middle name.”

“I don’t know your middle name so I had to make one up.”

“So you went with Sue Ellen?”

“It seemed like a good fit.”

“It’s Lee actually.”

“Parents fans of To Kill a Mockingbird?”

“Very good,” she arched an eyebrow.

“I’m more than just a pretty face.”

Harper’s gaze trailed down his naked body. “Oh, I can see that.”

“Hey, I’m not a piece of meat and I asked you a question.”

Harper sighed and rose up on her elbow. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because they look like cigarette burns.”

“Good eye.”

His blood went icy in the span of a heartbeat. “Who did it? Was it that asshole Ted?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, it wasn’t Ted. It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter who it was.”

“Like hell it doesn’t. Someone burned you with a fucking cigarette and you’re telling me it doesn’t matter?”

Harper sat up. “I really don’t like talking about it.”

“I really don’t care. Tell me who did this.”

He saw the little muscle in her jaw tic and tried to relax. Yelling at her wasn’t exactly a smart way to make a woman open up. He reached out and squeezed her shoulder. “Baby. You can trust me.”

“Why does this matter so much?”

Because you matter. He stopped the thought before it became words. Words that couldn’t be taken back. Shit.

“I don’t like feeling like you’re hiding something from me.” He was such a fucking hypocrite.

“I’m not hiding anything, Luke. It’s just, it’s something I’ve never told anyone.”

“Tell me what happened.”

She sighed, and he knew he had won.

“When I was in foster care I was living with this really nice family. A mom, a dad, two brothers. I thought that they might adopt me. It was great, until they got pregnant again and got a job offer on the other side of the country. I was transferred out of their house into another one. That family wasn’t as nice.”

Luke lay back down on the bed and pulled her in to his side. He stroked the smooth skin of her back as she talked.

“It was an older couple and there were a lot of kids in the house. Some fosters, some not. They were always yelling, the kids were dirty, there was never enough food.”

Luke could feel his heart rate ratcheting up and forced himself to keep his touch gentle.