To find out if he was interested in me beyond sex was scary as hell. I didn’t know about Noel’s past, but it was clear that he’d lived an adventurous life, filled with danger. He’d helped save Lane’s life, and probably other lives as well.
What had I done in life that made a difference like that? Nothing except giving to charity and volunteering.
Why would a man so full of life be interested in a woman like me? Sure, the man in him liked my body, but did he respect me as a person? I doubted it. He probably saw me as a vapid, shallow celebutante.
I rolled over. Why did I care anyway? This pull toward him made no sense and it was making me nuts. There was something about Noel that drew me to him beyond sex appeal and a part of me wished I understood what it was so I could combat this annoying attraction I had to him.
Finally, I fell asleep, but the thoughts of Noel continued. I was watching him walk on the beach with Mo, something I did nearly every morning, nearly swooning when he’d kiss Mo’s head. In my dream, when he returned to his house, I was there to greet them. As he entered, he kissed me like it was something he always did.
“Let me get him down, and then all my focus is on you.” His eyes filled with wildfire making my body heat. It was like we were a romantic item. We weren’t fighting. There wasn’t animosity.
In the next scene, I was in his bedroom except…it was our bedroom. Some of the home décor items I’d bought were adorning the walls.
“I figure we have twenty minutes.” Noel’s hands caressed my arms. “What’s your pleasure?”
I looped my arms around his neck. “You.”
“Good answer.” His lips captured mine. Sublime pleasure flooded my body as I melted into his kiss, into his capable hands. I gave myself over to him knowing he wouldn’t let me down.
As happens in dreams, the next moment we were naked, and his body was doing exquisite things to mine.
“Noel.” I gasped as his mouth devoured my pussy. I came hard, my hips undulating as he drew out my pleasure.
He moved up my body, sliding inside me like he belonged there. “You taste so sweet. My sweet Harper.”
I’d never in my life been described as sweet. Coming from Noel, I’d have thought I’d resent it. Like he was saying it to dismiss or patronize me. But in the dream, my heart filled with emotion at his words. It was like he was worshiping my body, worshiping me. If only it wasn’t a dream.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Noel
Fuck, so good.Being inside Harper’s pussy was like visiting heaven. She was hot, wet, and the friction with each stroke nearly blew my mind. I pumped and pumped inside her…
“Fuck.” I shot up, waking from yet another wet dream about Harper. I looked down at my cock, standing straight up and pissed off that he wasn’t coming. Pissed that she was invading my dreams again, I headed to the shower, turning it on cold. I stepped in, the blast sending a chill through me. My dick deflated, but he wasn’t the only one disappointed.
“Fuck.” I turned the water to hot and let the memory of the dream come to me. Harper was in my bed, naked and so fucking gorgeous. Immediately my dick swelled again.
I covered her with my body, touching and tasting every inch of her. She opened to me, handed her pleasure over to me. The mood was light, soft. The only tension was sexual. We hadn’t been arguing. Distrust wasn’t hovering between us. If only that was possible in reality.
I gripped my dick and stroked, imagining the sound of her coming as I ate her pussy. Her cries of pleasure hardened my dick even more. With my other hand, I cupped my balls, massaging them. In my mind, I moved up her body and sank into her perfect pussy.
I groaned and squeezed my dick tighter, stroking it faster.
“Noel…more…please more.”
“Whatever you want, baby.” I gritted my teeth as I neared the apex of pleasure.
“You…I want you…”
Her words sent a shock to my chest. My heart squeezed tight, and I couldn’t breathe. “Fuck.” I shook my head, shaking away the sensation in my chest and focused on my cock. “Come dammit.”
I switched the scene to her on her knees sucking me off. She looked up at me with her sexy, defiant eyes and that was all it took. My hips jerked forward. I sprayed cum over the shower wall. I continued to stroke my dick until it was deflated. Then I pressed both palms to the tiled wall and soaked my head under the spray. How long would Harper Erickson haunt me?
Once out of the shower, I heard Mo crying. Fuck. I hoped he hadn’t been awake for too long. What sort of father jerks off while his son is crying? Harper was fucking me up.
“Good morning, Little Man.”
Mo stopped crying when he saw me. For the second time in minutes, my heart squeezed tight. This time I accepted the emotions. I loved Mo, and it appeared as if he was finally accepting me as his father.