She’d take now.
She deepened the kiss and he followed her lead. With her tongue, she traced his teeth, his gums, the inside of his cheeks. His mouth covered hers hungrily. The kiss sent the pit of her stomach into a wild swirl. His lips were hard and searching. She wondered briefly what he might be searching for, but then could no longer wonder.
She let her body take over, let the kiss sing through her veins like a concerto. When his lips left hers she mourned the loss, but as they trailed over her cheek to her ear, nibbling on her lobe, she nearly swooned.
Oh, the sensation. The heady caress of his lips on her neck set her aflame. His lips continued their searing path across her shoulders, where his hands gently eased the robe from her body.
It fell into a heap on the floor. He cupped both of her breasts as his lips reclaimed her mouth.
She kissed him back with a hunger she’d never known. A desire. A raw need, both pure and impure.
Gently he thumbed her nipples, and they hardened into tight buds.
“Oh, baby,” he said against her mouth. “God, I’ve missed you. I have to suck those beautiful nipples.”
His lips left hers again, but instead of mourning this time, she anticipated their touch on her nipple. First he merely teased—a lick here, a tug there. The touch was light and painfully teasing. Her clit throbbed.
Dear Lord, I’ll die an untimely death if he doesn’t suck a nipple between his gorgeous full lips. “Please, Harper. Please.”
He locked his lips around a turgid peak and sucked. Sucked. Sucked.
“Oh,” she groaned. “So good.”
“You’re so beautiful, baby. So enticing.” He wrapped his lips around the other nipple and sent her surging again.
He pushed her ever so slightly until they were against the bed. Once there, he laid her gently down. Her nipples were red and erect from his attentions, and they wanted more.
As if he read her mind, he clamped his mouth onto one again and sucked.
She writhed beneath him, her hips moving of their own accord. She was wet, she knew. She could feel the moisture between her legs. If only—
Again, he read her mind. One hand wandered downward, and he inserted a finger into her channel.
“Ah!” Her voice was breathy and husky.
“So wet, baby.”
God, yes. Wet for him. For Harper. For the man she adored.
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He left her breasts and returned to her mouth for a passionate kiss. Her nipples tingled against the hair of his chest. So, so good. His hard body atop hers, she thrust her hips upward, trying to take more of his finger. More of whatever he would give her this one night.
Their kiss deepened, and he added another finger. Harder and harder he thrust them into her, and wetter and wetter she became. Her sighs and moans grew louder, until…
“Yes!” she cried. The climax pushed her upward, nearly out of her own body. She writhed against his probing fingers, against his rock hard chest.
“That’s right, baby,” he said against her lips. “Come for me. Make it feel good.”
She soared higher, the spasms inhabiting her whole body. Only one thing would complete this feeling of ecstasy.
“Harper, make love to me.”
He rose slightly, pushed his lounging pants over his hips and plowed into her.
The hardness against her slick walls made her orgasm begin again. She spasmed around his cock as he pumped.
“That’s it. Keep coming, baby. You feel so good.” His breath puffed against her neck. Still he pumped, harder and faster, until she came yet again.