Chapter Nineteen: Getting Physical
Harper
I wasn’t the kind of woman who slept with men on the first date and didn’t do one-night stands. I had always been in a relationship with the men I slept with in the past. I wasn’t sure how exactly to categorize what I had with Bones, but I knew I was ready to take that next step with him.
As he pulled the motorcycle into a parking spot in the lot in front of my apartment building, I already knew I was going to invite him inside. It was late, almost one in the morning, but I wasn’t tired at all. In fact, I felt keyed up. I grew even more excited as Bones killed the engine and got off the bike.
He didn’t say anything as he walked me to the building and we stopped in front of the door of my apartment.
I had my keys out already, but I didn’t open the door right away. Instead, I leaned against the door, looking up at him. “Would you like to come in?” I thought about offering him a drink or some other pretence for entering the apartment, but we both knew what I was really asking of him. The sexual tension in the air between us was thick, and my skin felt prickly with anticipation. I couldn’t stop thinking about our picnic and the way he’d awakened pleasure inside of me that was far more intense than anything a man had made me feel before. I was fixated on the potential that we were denied since there were no condoms. That wouldn’t be a problem this time.
“Hell, yeah,” Bones said, stepping forward to eliminate the small distance between us. He was so close, but still not touching me. “Open the door, Harper.”
I felt like the ball was in my court as I turned and inserted the key in the lock.
As usual, Roscoe met me at the door. I had paid the dog walker that took care of him during the day while I worked extra to come by tonight since I knew Bones and I would probably be out late. Roscoe wasn’t as worked up as he usually was when he needed to go out to use the bathroom, and I was thankful for that. I didn’t want anything to distract me or Bones from what was about to happen. I needed it too much. An ache had been forming in the center of my body needing to be relieved, and I was convinced only he could do it.
I petted Roscoe and he turned to Bones, who took a moment to scratch him behind the ears. Satisfied, the dog turned around and headed to his pet bed in the living room, settling down with a huff.
I closed the door, and the moment it clicked shut, Bones finally touched me. Putting his hands on my hips, he pulled me into his body, until I came up flush against him. I dropped my purse and keys onto the hardwood floor with a clatter and threw my arms around his neck.
Our lips met in an explosion of passion and the next thing I knew, his hands slid down to my thighs and he was lifting me up into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist and he slid his tongue into my mouth. My back was pressed against the door and he swallowed my moan as he ground himself into me.
His hands went to my behind, squeezing my cheeks with his big hands. We made out there for several minutes and I felt amazed at how he had no trouble holding my body up like that for so long. He was so strong and I let my hands travel down his shoulders until I reached his biceps. The feeling of the sinewy muscles beneath his skin cranked up my desire another notch.
Bones started to move, heading toward my bedroom. The door already stood open and the room was dark, but the light from a lamp in the living room provided enough illumination to see as he lowered me onto the bed.
Bones stood, looking down at me for a moment. The light was behind him, so I couldn’t make out his face, but I could feel him watching me. Reaching behind his neck, he fisted the back of his shirt and pulled it up, over his head, in one smooth motion. Tossing it aside, he lowered himself onto the bed, hovering over me. I wanted to touch him, but my hands went to the hem of my shirt first, and I arched my back as I pulled it off.
Bones’ mouth was on me immediately, his lips tracing the line of my collarbone. He was moving so slowly, and a part of me wanted him to get going, to take me already, but it was also sweet torture playing every nerve ending in my body, bringing it to life.
I skimmed my hands up his back, tracing the muscles. But when he reached my bra, I used one hand to undo it, using the front clasp. The sound of my moans filled the room as Bones got to work with his mouth, using his tongue with a skill that sent waves of pleasure radiating down to where I needed him the most.
“Please …” I begged, not able to get my jumbled thoughts together enough to fully articulate what I needed from him, but he understood.
Lifting his head away from my chest, he put his hands on the front of my pants and made them disappear, along with my panties. He was gone from the bed again, pulling off his own pants, and I felt so exposed that goosebumps appeared on my skin. I was tempted to cover myself, but instead, I rolled to the side, opening a drawer in my nightstand. I pulled out a brand new box of condoms I had bought the day after our picnic. I didn’t want to deprive us again.
I handed it over.
Bones made quick work of opening it up and applying one.
When he lowered himself back onto the bed, I expected him to take me immediately, but instead, he knelt between my legs. I barely registered what was about to happen before his mouth was on me.
There were bursts of color behind my eyelids and I cried out in pleasure as Bones took his sweet time, seeming completely unhurried. I had the vague thought that I had only been with selfish lovers in the past and had no idea what I had been missing, but then I reached the apex of my pleasure—was when Bones took me, joining us together as he pressed a kiss to my lips. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his arms as he moved, eventually breaking our kiss and breathing heavily.
He didn’t make much noise, but his small gasps of pleasure told me he was enjoying this as much as I was. I couldn’t seem to stop letting out little sounds of pleasure and they grew more and more frequent. I finally felt like I was getting what I needed from him, a satisfaction I’d somehow known on a base level that he could give me.
It was hot, but even more than that, I felt taken care of, like I was with a man who really cared about me. Then, as his movement got faster, more erratic, I found myself tumbling over the edge and into a pleasurable abyss. The sensations radiated throughout my body, and I cried out his name. Bones’ arms tightened around me until I thought he might leave bruises, but I didn’t mind it. In fact, it all blended together to heighten the perfection of the moment, and that was when I felt it, the swelling of an emotion so strong that I thought my heart might burst from the onslaught of it.
It snuck up on me and I felt a mixture of joy and fear at the realization—I had fallen head over heels for this man. As he collapsed beside me, trying to catch his breath, I looked over and realized I was completely his and whether it was a good idea or not didn’t matter, because I couldn’t help myself…I loved him.
I woke the following morning to the sound of Roscoe scratching at the bedroom door. I had asked Bones to close it last night after he disposed of the condom, knowing full-well that if I didn’t, Roscoe would come into the room and jump up on the bed this morning. I was used to waking up that way, but I had a feeling that Bones might not be accustomed to such a thing.
Getting out of bed slowly, I was careful not to wake him up. My robe hung from a hook on the door, I slipped it on and my slippers. It was almost ten in the morning, and I definitely appreciated how Roscoe had let me sleep in. After last night, I needed the rest. Bones had gone to sleep almost immediately after returning from the bathroom, laying on his back with his arm wrapped around me. I rested my head on his shoulder, my leg intertwined with his while my palm was flat on his chest. I measured his heartbeats beneath my palm, thinking about how he now owned my heart, and wondering if it was at all possible that he’d feel the same way about me.
I thought about the night he’d told me, he didn’t want a serious relationship. He had been clear about it, and I didn’t really have a reason to think it had changed, but what if it had? What if he felt strongly about me too, but was afraid to tell me because I had agreed to keep things casual?
Okay, I knew I might be grasping for straws because Bones didn’t seem like the type to scare easily. But I couldn’t extinguish the small spark of hope now ignited inside of me. I had to tell him how I felt and see if he felt the same. It was a risk because it could ruin everything, but I couldn’t pretend I didn’t feel this way. That wouldn’t be right. Besides, Abby had floated the idea that he might change his mind last week when I told her all about him. Maybe that was a sign.