“We just had this conversation. I’m not leaving you again.”
“And yet you told me to leave.”
“I did,” he says. “But I’m a bastard, remember? And not just any bastard. I’m the one who wants you too damn much now to do what’s right. You run. I’ll run faster. I’ll come for you.”
Heat rushes up my neck. “Fucking me is safe,” I whisper. “Fucking me is—”
“Fucking you is perfect,” he says. “And I will fuck you, Harper. Every way I can think of and every day, but right now, I’m going to show you more than the bastard. I’m going to make love to you.” His lips part mine, his tongue stroking deep, stroking long, exploring, and the demand I’d felt in him when he’d snapped is nowhere to be found. There is just this sultry, sexy, caress of his tongue that seduces me and tears down my walls.
I am his to do with as he pleases. I am his to please or otherwise. I think he really will break my heart. I think he knows it, too, but it’s too late to turn back. We’re on a path together that must be traveled, no matter where it leads.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Harper
He will hurt me.
But I can’t seem to care.
That Eric has literally taken a hammer to every wall I’ve erected is an indisputable fact. I can’t stop him from stealing my heart. He did that years ago, and when he spreads me wide, his hips settling between my thighs, his cock thick and pulsing, about to enter me, I have only a moment of sanity. “We need a condom.”
“No,” he says. “No, we don’t.”
“If I get pregnant—”
“Then we’ll be pregnant,” he says. “Unless that’s a problem for you.”
It’s not.
I won’t.
I probably can’t.
And if I do—
He slides his cock along my sex, a promise he will soon be inside me where I want him so damn badly, and I’m done with willpower. I don’t want to think about what we lost, and fears of what might never be again. I don’t want to worry about his father or this family. I just want to be with him. I wrap my arms around his neck. He kisses me and I taste the understanding on his tongue, the passion he feels for me and for us, as he gives me what I want. He presses inside me. My hands go to his shoulders, my hips lifting, asking for more, urging him to drive deeper. I want more, so much more from him, but ultimately it is him who demands more. Him who is taking me to a place of no return. He who already did and I can’t deny that truth.
He presses deeper, stretches me and it’s sweet bliss, burying his thick shaft inside me, and when he’s there, all the way there, he doesn’t move. He savors me and us, his forehead finds mine, our breath mingling, emotions expanding between us. Our connection seems to magnify and consume. He consumes me, and in this moment, I have never felt so a part of another person. It’s terrifying how much I need this man. I don’t know how to feel this intensely a part of someone and still protect myself. I don’t know where I begin and he ends anymore.
“Eric?” I whisper and it’s a question that I don’t even understand myself.
He shifts then, pulling back, the thick line of his cock stroking a path backward, further and further until I arch forward, trying to stop his retreat, desperate in fact, to feel him deep inside me again. He doesn’t deny me. He thrusts hard and long. I pant and moan, catching his legs with mine, arching again, and when he cups my ass and angles me, the result is another long, perfect thrust. He begins to pump, and pump, and we are trembling together, kissing, touching, swaying in a seductive dance that consumes me all over again. We consume each other. There is nothing else, and I don’t want it to end, but we’re both trembling on the edge and I don’t want to tumble over. I want this to last and I feel as if he does, too, but there’s no stopping this. There’s no holding back.
He kisses me and pinches my nipple at the same time and I’m done. My sex clamps down on his cock, and I swear my entire body locks up and then quakes with so much pleasure I can no longer breathe. Eric groans with the intensity of my release and pumps harder, squeezing my ass to pull me against him, and then he’s coming, too. I can feel the warm wet heat of his release spill inside me, while the muscles in his back under my hand bunch and pull. And then it’s done, we’re done, and in the aftermath of a perfect moment, his big body is still holding mine. The implications of “making love” and no condom are in the air between us, while all those emotions I’ve refused to name ball in my belly and my chest.
Eric shifts us, rolling us to our sides, facing each other, and the wet rush between my legs does nothing to separate us. We lay there, holding each other, words spoken without them ever leaving our mouths. But finally, we both know this can’t last, there are people and problems waiting for us. He cups my head, kissing me hard and fast before he says, “There is so much I want to say to you about us, but right now, we need to talk about other things.”
His cellphone rings and he grimaces. “Back to the real world, princess.” He strokes my cheek and rolls away, and then he’s naked and walking around the bed to grab his phone.
I sit up and watch him talking on the phone and my eyes aren’t on his incredible body, but rather his face, the hard lines of his jaw, the thin pull of his perfect mouth. He doesn’t like what’s being said. He’s not pleased. “Right,” he says. “We’ll be down in a few minutes.” He disconnects and tosses his phone on the bed. “Let’s talk.”
“Did something just happen?”
“No,” he says, pulling his pants on. “Nothing just happened.” But he cuts his stare and the turbulence radiating off of him damn near shakes the walls.
Nothing just happened.
But something happened.