It’s emotional.
It’s passionate.
It’s about pain, revenge, and anger.
It’s about the attempt on my life that I can’t think about right now. If I crumble, he’ll act out. He’ll lash out. He’ll protect me at all costs, and the costs could be too high. He’d do all this for me and that affects me on so many levels, in so many ways. No one but this man would do anything for me, and the fact that he would is a realization that warms me, but also comes with responsibility for how I affect his actions.
I’m suddenly ravenous to tear away Eric’s physical control, to find the man beneath all those emotions and all that powerful anger. Desperate to save him the way he saved me because I know no matter what his claim, he’d regret the actions he’s planned against his father. He might be a genius, but he’s still just a man, and a man I want the chance to know; all of him, all of the broken, damaged pieces beneath his perfect surface. I’m not letting him out of this room until I know what is really in his head or until he at least promises me to wait to make any decision that doesn’t involve us naked in his bed.
I go to him and I don’t give him time to react, my hands catching at his waist. “You say I belong with you.”
“You do belong with me.” His tone is absolute, his voice and eyes pure steel.
“That means you belong with me.”
“Yes, Harper. It does.” He says those words without hesitation, his voice low, a raspy hint to it, that says he’s affected and yet, he doesn’t touch me.
A charge hums from him, like a ball of anger spinning in the air, faster and faster until it combusts. Like years of anger and pain that have collided into this moment, this piece of time and I understand. He walked away. He made his own future and yet still they came for him—God, I came for him. They’ve pushed his limits and he needs to find them again.
I need to find them for him.
I drop to my knees and caress the thick ridge of his erection. He’s hard, thick, pulsing beneath the stretch of his zipper. He wants me. He needs me like he did on the plane and I believe now that he just needs a release. He needs to fuck or be fucked. No. He needs to take and I need to give.
“What are you doing, Harper?”
“Giving you a reason to stay in this room with me.” I reach for his belt and tug it free.
He catches my shoulders, finally touching me. God, I didn’t know how much I needed him to touch me, to prove to me that he’s here, he’s still in this room with me. “People are waiting on us,” he warns, staring down at me, his eyes hooded, heavy.
“They’ll wait,” I say, unzipping his pants, aware that he hasn’t pushed me away or pulled me to my feet. “We both know what you need right now.”
“What do I need, Harper?”
“To take a pause. To breathe again. To get out of your own head.”
I reach beneath his pants, my hand finding the hard, warm flesh of his erection as I ease him from his clothes. And the fact that he doesn’t stop me empowers me. As does the carnal look on his face as he watches me. I like that look, oh yes, I do. Just as I like how hot and hard he is in my palm, and the way liquid pools at the tip of his cock. Boldly, I catch his stare before I give him a long, sensual lick.
He shuts his eyes
, his lashes low, his body tight, but he’s not touching me again. He’s trying to maintain control. He’s trying to keep it as his own and that I don’t like. I lick his cock again, swirling my tongue all over him, around him, up and down, and when I suck hard and deep, a soft breath escapes his lips. A breath he tries to control but can’t. Encouraged now, I take just the tip of him in my mouth and suckle hard, but I don’t take more, I make him want and need, but he can’t have it, not yet. Not until I get what I want. Not until he’s one hundred percent in the moment.
I lick and swirl, thrusting my tongue down the underside of him, and finally, his fingers tangle in my hair. Finally, he’s all in. “Holy fuck, woman,” he growls. “You know you’re killing me. Take all of me.”
Take all of him.
Oh yes. I will.
Heat pools low in my belly and my nipples pucker and ache. I want and need just as he does. I want his control. I want his revenge. I want his anger. I want it all right here, right in this moment. I suck him deep and hard. I suck him and clutch him and move up and down him.
“Yes,” he murmurs. “Deeper, Harper.”
Harper.
I have no idea why him using my name right now has me on the verge of orgasm, but it does. I’ve never been this wet and hot from giving a blow job. My lips tighten around his shaft, and I slide all the way to my fingers where they grip him. He thrusts into my mouth and a salty-sweet taste touches my tongue. He’s close. He’s right there where I want him and I pump my hand against his next thrust, and repeat. Again. Again. And then again until the muscles of his thigh that are now under my palm lock up, even as his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Deeper,” he demands again. “More.”
More.