“Do you think I’m enjoying it?” Her words were surprisingly lacking in bravado. She looked tired and I nearly reached out for her again, but this time to comfort her.
“Just go. I’ll fly home tomorrow. Hell, I’ll even put my house on the market and move so you won’t ever have to see me again.”
Okay, so that hurt more than being compared to Bran. The humiliation of falling for this woman had my anger ratcheting back up. “If that’s what you want, to never see me again, then why the fuck are you down here?”
She whirled on me. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to see you again. You’re the one who doesn’t want to see me. You’re the one that thinks I’m not very bright. The one who thinks I’m just a spoiled heiress.” Tears fell down her cheeks and they wreaked havoc with my heart. “My brother Bran could be dismissive, but he was never mean to me. You, Noel, you’re a cruel man.”
I flinched, guilt filling me. I stepped toward her, my anger dissipating even as I knew letting it go could lead to my doom. “Then why are you here?”
“Because I’m an idiot. Even you think so.”
I shook my head and brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. She pulled away and while I hated it, I was also glad for it. I was failing in keeping myself safe from this woman.
“I’m sorry that I said that. You’re an intelligent woman, Harper. But it wasn’t wise for you to come down here. If you knew the truth of things, you wouldn’t have come.”
She laughed derisively. “If I knew the truth of things, I wouldn’t have wanted to come. I’m so tired of the secrets and the lies.”
Unable to help myself, I gathered her to me needing to fix the anguish in her eyes. At first, she stiffened, but then she sank against me. Was she as helpless as I was?
“I’m sorry, Harper.” I murmured, kissing the top of her head. “I don’t mean to hurt you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” I cradled her face, tilting it to look up at me. There was so much I wanted to say, but I was too chicken shit.
For long moments, our gazes held, our bodies pressed together. I knew I should pull away and force her home. I suspected she felt she should pull away and kick me out. Instead, either her or me or maybe both leaned in, our lips touched, and everything disappeared, leaving only her and me.
In a swift move, I scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. No words were spoken as I set her down and undressed her. Deep down, a part of me said this was a mistake. I still didn’t trust her. She was here snooping into my business. But God help me, this woman had bewitched me, and I couldn’t force myself to stop.
I lay her on the bed and quickly undressed, then covered her body with mine, my lips fusing to hers again. Funny how we couldn’t communicate with words, but our bodies knew exactly how to connect.
I tore my mouth away from her lips, cascading kisses along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone as my hands kneaded her breasts. I couldn’t get enough of her. She surrendered to me, and savored the gift of that. She was mine even if it was just in this moment.
I wrapped my lips around her nipple, tugging slightly, loving how she moaned and her hips gyrated, wanting more. I wanted to sink into her then, but I didn’t. I gave equal attention to her other nipple. She arched, as if she was offering herself to me. I wanted to take her, not just her body but her heart, her soul. If only she would offer it to me.
I skimmed my lips down over her belly and pushed her thighs open, settling between them.
I inhaled her scent and groaned. “So fucking wet.”
Not able to wait one single second longer, I devoured her pussy, driving her up and up until she was writhing underneath me.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she chanted. I felt like a fucking superhero to hear her urge me on.
“Come, Harper. Let me drink you up.” I slid my fingers inside her, massaging that one exquisite spot as I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked.
She cried out. “Yes!”
She was driving me mad. I moaned against her pussy, licking and fucking her with my fingers even as my dick rebelled. “You taste so fucking good.” I kept at it until she came apart again.
“I want you, Noel.”
How fucking bad I wished she meant me and not just my dick. But if it was just my dick she wanted, right now she could have it. I had no idea how things would play out once the orgasms were done, but in this moment, she wanted me and so she’d have me.
CHAPTERTHIRTY
Harper
He moved up my body, his blue eyes piercing as they looked down on me. I wanted to believe I saw something more than desire in them as he dipped his head and kissed me. As his tongue searched my mouth, he pressed inside me.
I groaned and arched as his dick filled me.
“So fucking good.” He hooked his hand underneath my knee, lifting it, opening me so he could sink in deeper. “So you feel it, baby? Do you feel what you do to me?”