Pretend You're Mine(67)

Harper grabbed her bag and jumped out, hurrying up the walk. When she fumbled with the keys at the front door, he pressed against her. Harper shifted back to grind into him.

Luke pulled the halter tie of her dress loose and let her breasts tumble free into his hands. Harper shoved the front door open and dragged him across the threshold by his belt buckle.

He spun her around to face him and kicked the door shut behind him.

They were interrupted by Lola and Max charging down the hall to greet them.

“I’m putting them in the backyard. Meet me upstairs,” he breathed. “But leave your dress on. I’m going to undress you.”

Her pulse skittering out of control, Harper took the stairs two at a time. She had just enough time to pull the clip out of her hair and kick off her sandals before she heard Luke on the stairs.

When he appeared in the doorway, her heart flip-flopped in her chest. Luke approached her, yanking his sweater over his head.

“Damn you’re built,” Harper sighed.

“Baby, I was about to say the same thing.” His hands were on her now, skimming the sides of her bare breasts. I’ve been thinking about taking this dress off of you since you came downstairs wearing it.”

She shivered under his gentle touch. Her fingers flew over his belt buckle to open it. Luke stilled her hands with his and tugged the belt loose. He brought his hands to her face. “I’m taking my time with you tonight.”

Breathless, Harper nodded.

“You’re so beautiful, Harper.” His fingers trailed along her jawline to the back of her neck. Luke lowered his mouth to hers, and she gave herself up to the slow burn of the fire, melting into his arms.

His fingers burned blazing paths down her bare, igniting nerves with each caress.

He paused at her waist and slowly began to lower the dress over her hips, down her thighs, until it pooled in frothy puddle at her feet.

Dressed only in her underwear, Harper knelt before him and slid his pants down his muscled legs.

Standing only in boxer briefs, he was her chiseled hero.

She reached into the waistband and took his thick shaft in her hand. The head was already wet. Harper tugged his underwear down to his thighs. Leaning into him, she brought her lips to the broad head of his cock.

His fingers dug into her arm. “Harper.” He didn’t stop her, but his body tensed.

She opened her lips and slowly took him into her mouth inch by inch.

He made a noise like a groan and Harper knew she affected him the way he did her. Testing, she ran her tongue around the crest, flicking it over the small slit.

Her reward was a salty bead of moisture.

She licked it off of the tip.

“My God, Harper.”

It was all the encouragement she needed. She slanted her mouth over him and down. All the way to the back of her throat. His hips flexed, driving him farther into her mouth, and she gasped for breath.

She wrapped a hand around the root of his cock, and with mouth and fingers, she began an aggressive stroke.

Luke levered his hips up and wrapped a hand in her hair.

Harper slicked down over him again and again.

“Baby.” She heard the need, the fear in his rasp.

With her free hand, Harper palmed his heavy sack. She tugged and rolled in a rhythm that matched her mouth.

His grip on her hair tightened and she knew he had no idea he was hurting her. It made her feel powerful, driving him to the edge like this.

He took a step back, his cock releasing from Harper’s mouth. “I’m too close,” he whispered. Luke pulled her up to standing and twisted her away from him. While one hand worked at the nipple of her breast, his other hand plunged into the waistband of her underwear.

Harper moaned, rocking her hips into his.

He answered her silent plea by slowly penetrating her with one finger. Harper leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes. The slow shallow thrusts and rough fingers tugging at her nipple unraveled her.

“Put your hands on the bed,” he ordered quietly.

Harper bent from the waist and braced herself against the mattress with her hands. Her breasts hung down heavily, nipples brushing the soft quilt.

His hand briefly left her breast to tug her underwear down in the back to expose her. She felt his lips and then teeth grazing her skin high on her cheek. Still stroking her from the front, Luke slid another finger inside her.

His erection was hard against her ass and she could feel a sticky wetness transferring to her skin.

“Luke,” she whispered.

He responded with another thrust of his fingers. Harper cried out as he hit the most sensitive spot.

He withdrew and brought both hands to her breasts. Rolling and tugging the nipples with his fingers, he milked her breasts as they hung.

Harper shifted her hips back and up and sighed when his erection nestled between her thighs. “Please, Luke,” she begged.