I press into the V of her body and deepen the kiss, my hands all over her body, her body molded close, both of us desperate in a way I don’t ever remember being desperate. I reach between us and stroke my cock along her sex. “Eric,” she whispers, her fingers curling on my chest. “We don’t have a condom.”
“I know that. I just want to feel you for one moment. Just one.” I press inside her, sinking deep but I don’t let myself move. “Holy fuck,” I murmur, and I know I have to stop now but I slide back and thrust once more.
She gasps. “We have to stop,” she whispers urgently but then we’re kissing, and it’s so damn good, too good. I’m going to fucking come if I don’t stop now.
I pull out and we both pant with the impact. “Holy hell, woman,” I say rolling to my back in pain with just how close I was to coming inside her, all that wet, tight heat enveloping me.
Harper rolls to my side, her soft, perfect curves pressed to my side, and she leans in and kisses me. “I really wish you were still inside me,” she whispers against my lips, her voice so damn sweet and sexy, her hand sliding down my chest and over my stomach to grip my cock. “What do you need right now?” she asks.
“To be fucking you,” I say. “In about ten different ways our lack of a condom says I can’t.”
“We can still do this,” she says. “I can still do this.” She doesn’t use words to explain what “this” is. She slides down my body, her hand still wrapped around my shaft, as she settles on her knees beside me. Her eyes meeting mine, her tongue licking away the liquid pooling at the tip of my shaft, which I’m pretty sure is more than simple arousal. I don’t even want to think about how close I was to coming inside her. She takes care of that mental rabbit hole though. She closes her mouth around me, sucking me long and deep, her tongue sliding around me as she does, and I tell myself to stop, I tell myself that I was so close to coming inside her, that it won’t take much for me to come in her mouth. I try to stop. I try damn hard to pull her back. “Stop, Harper, or I’m going to—”
She sucks me deeper and it’s all over. I can’t hold back. I thrust into her mouth and I’m done. One more thrust and I’m shuddering with release and I can’t pull back. She sucks me deeper, longer, and then slower until she’s taken me all the fucking way. God, I think I’m in love with this woman, which of course, isn’t possible. I don’t do love, but if I did, I’d already be halfway there with all her vulnerable sexiness.
When she releases me and kisses my stomach, I drag her to me, kissing her and rolling her to her back. “I really hate that I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t,” she says. “It means you’re not a manwhore who’s always prepared to fuck anyone, but I know it’s just this. You’re leaving. You don’t want this. I feel that.”
“I want you,” I say, shocked at how completely I mean those words.
“I don’t mean me. I mean this place.”
“Why do you want this place?” I ask. “What makes you need this?”
“What made you need it?” she counters, avoiding a direct answer.
“Family. I needed the connection.”
“And now?”
“No,” I say easily, the answer that wasn’t clear when I arrived is clear now. “Not now.”
“I wish I didn’t need this.” She rolls off of me and onto her back. “Why do you call me princess?”
I glance over at her. “You’re the heir to a business that Kingston absorbed. You’re royal blood in these parts, just not the right royal blood.”
“I can’t accept that. I can’t just let my father’s work be absorbed and forgotten. My mother—she made a mistake. My father worked too hard to have everything he created be forgotten with this merger.”
I roll over and settle on top of her, my elbow by her head. “It’s done. It’s too late and Isaac will always be number one. You know that, right?”
“I don’t accept that. Not at all. Isaac—he’s the bastard. And worthless. He’s about him, not about the company, not about the legacy or the future or—anything that matters.”
“He’s the heir, the first blood, the golden child.”
“I want you to be wrong.”
I search her eyes and find the truth. “But you know I’m not,” I say.
“Then why are you here? If you really believ
e that, if you believe we can’t make a difference, why are you here?”
She hits a nerve and I roll to my back. “I needed to know I wasn’t wrong.”
“About your father?”
“About me,” I say and I can feel her looking at me but I don’t look at her.