Chapter 14
Xander
The past two hours had been torture. Actually, the last two days had been torture. Watching Harper bounce around our room in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top. Waking up with her in my arms and pretending to still be asleep. Watching every man in the pub eye-fuck her tonight. Feeling her squirm on my hard, pulsing dick.
I was done.
I was shooting my shot.
And she was kissing me back.
I groaned low in the back of my throat, cupped her head in one hand, and gave her everything I had. She whimpered, and I took total advantage, darting my tongue inside her mouth. She shyly rubbed hers against mine. I groaned and took the kiss deeper. We kissed and kissed, using lips and tongues until she had to break free with a gasp.
“Wow,” she whispered. “That was…”
“Fucking electric. You feel it too, right?”
“I—what? Of course. Pretty sure those ducks over there felt—”
I didn’t wait to hear whatever cute example she’d come up with. I swooped in and kissed her again. But this time, she dug her fingers into my hair and held onto me. She teased me with her tongue and the sexy little whimpers that escaped her.
We kissed like teenagers on their first sexual high. It was heady and hot and so fucking innocent. I couldn’t remember the last time I just kissed a woman. But I was so fucking glad I’d done it with Harper.
Harper broke away with a gasp and rested her forehead against my throat. She made a gasping little cry and wiggled on my lap, and I lost it.
“I am fucking inches from throwing you down on the grass right here. You gotta stop moving, angel.”
She rubbed her head against me before kissing my jaw. “What if I want you to?”
Lord knew I didn’t have an issue with fucking in public. I’d done things. Hell, at this point I’d done about everything. But I didn’t want Harper to have any regrets.
“Fine. Let’s go.” I stood up with Harper still in my arms and headed down the river walk toward Kilkenny castle.
“Wait, what?” she squawked as she clutched my shoulders. “Where are we going?”
“Back to our fucking hotel room. Like hell are we fucking for the first time on the grass where anyone could wander by. I want you naked and writhing on those soft sheets. Begging me to take you.”
One block down. Five to go.
“Well, fine, but let me down. I can walk you know.”
“We’ll get there twice as fast if I carry you instead of letting you toddle around on those stupid shoes.”
Harper gasped. “They’re not stupid. They’re designer.”
“When you turn your ankle on the way back and we have to ice and elevate your leg instead of fucking, they’re stupid shoes.”
“I can multi-task!” she barked at me. “It’s literally my whole fucking job!”
“Yeah, but my way means we don’t have to take any detours to the ice machine. Just straight to the room and get to fucking.”
“Err—I…okay then.”
I huffed with laughter and maybe some physical exertion too. I couldn’t believe we were arguing about this, but at least I won. And everything was fine for the next block or two. Right up until Harper’s hands started wandering. Her fingers moved over the back of my neck, tickling the little hairs that’d strayed from my manbun, and I shuddered. I felt her teasing touch all the way to my cock. “Shit, you gotta stop.”
“What? Stop what?” Her finger tickled the same spot just before she pressed a kiss against my jaw.
I almost whimpered. “I’m not playing, angel. It’s hard as hell to carry you with a fucking erection straining the structural integrity of my jeans. And every time you move your finger like that, my dick tries to jump up and wave back at you.”
“I totally want to see that when we get back to the room.”
“You’re about to see it here if you don’t knock it off.”
She grumbled something under her breath, but both her fingers and her protests stopped.
We got a few looks as we approached the hotel. But since no one got their phones out, I assumed our cover wasn’t blown.
That all changed once I walked through the hotel doors.
“Oh!”
“What happened?”
“Harper, are you okay?”
“Oh no! Harper!”
In seconds, we were surrounded by roadies and concerned staff, so I had to stop.
She shot me a glare out of the corner of her eye. “I’m fine. Luckily, Xander was there to gallantly carry me all the way back to the hotel. No, it’s okay. We’re just going to go to our room. Xander will take care of me.”
She waved people off, and I swore I saw a camera flash, but since it was only supposed to be tour employees at the hotel, I ignored it.
As soon as the elevator closed behind us, I gently set her down.
Harper huffed. “Now do you see why I wanted—”
I backed her into the wall, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed the hell out of her. After a beat, Harper wound her arms around my shoulders and kissed me back. We were still kissing when the elevator dinged, and the doors opened.
“Finally. I can’t wait to—whoops.”
I groaned and dropped my forehead against Harper’s.
“Get the fuck out, Noah,” I barked.
He laughed. The asshole. “Considering I’m pretty sure you guys want to continue doing that , you might want to be the ones to get the fuck out.”
Grabbing Harper’s hand, I pulled her out of the elevator behind me and shielded her from Noah’s smug smirk. I pointed my free hand at the asshole. “Don’t even.”
“What?” He was still laughing as the elevator doors closed on him.
“Christ,” I muttered as I waited for Harper to open the door. “Is there anyone we haven’t run into tonight?”
“Bite your tongue,” Harper whispered harshly as the lock light flashed red. She tried again, and it clicked, the lights flashing green. Grabbing my belt loop, she tugged me into the room, letting the door slam shut behind us. “Strip. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I pulled my shirt off and kicked off my shoes and jeans. When I was standing there in my boxer briefs, I tipped my head at her. “Now you.”
She jerked her gaze up from my cock and that sexy as hell flush spread from her cheeks down her neck to her chest. Looking away, she untied the fabric belted around her waist. Then her hands went to the first of dozens of buttons spanning from her collar to her knees.
She unbuttoned one. Two. Three. Four. Her hands were on the fifth when I closed the distance between us.
I groaned. This was fucking torture. “How much do you like this dress, angel?”
“I, uh, wh—” Her words cut off in a shriek when I grasped the material and ripped it off her body.
“Xander! I loved that dress.”
“I’ll buy you ten of them. Fuck, I’ll get you one in every color.” I reached out and cupped her luscious tits straining the lace of her bra. “Holy shit, angel. Where the hell have you been hiding these gorgeous, sweet as hell tits?”
She laughed awkwardly and shifted her weight. Her arms came over her stomach as she shifted. “They’ve always been there.”
“You’re fucking luscious. Christ, you look like a fucking forties pinup wet dream—all blonde hair, round tits, and American pie cheeks.”
I kissed her. Harper’s hands came up and touched my shoulders in a butterfly kiss before moving to my chest. It was like she was unsure where or how to touch me. And so unlike Harper’s usual kicking ass personality, I had to pull back and check in with her. “You okay? We don’t have to—”
“No! I mean, yes, I want to. I want you . I just…” She shook her head. “I don’t do this often and never standing. And with our height difference, I don’t know—” She squealed again as I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Only this time, she didn’t protest.
I flung the remainder of her dress to the floor then set her down on the bed on her back and loomed over her. “No height difference to worry about now.”
“No, sir.” Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as she smiled up at me. “This feels about right.”
“Then let’s work on making it feel fucking fantastic.” I leaned down and kissed her, using my lips and tongue to show her just how much I wanted her.
Her hands roamed over my back as she kissed me back, making me shudder. Not that I stopped. I kissed my way down her jaw to her ear and bit her lobe with a playful nip. After a moment, I kissed her lobe better and then breathed hotly into her ear. Now Harper was the one shuddering.
I grinned wickedly. Continuing my journey, I pressed kisses down her neck to the center of her chest. And then I had to pause at the sight in front of me. Instead of a traditional back hooked bra, Harper was rocking a front closure.
My grin grew wider. Something told me that Harper picked this one in the hopes that I’d be the one taking it off her. Fuck yeah. I tipped my head and held her gaze as my fingers plucked at the tiny little snap keeping her tits hidden. “You still with me?”
Harper nodded quickly. She bit down on her bottom lip as I released the clasp and her tits tumbled free.
“Fuck me.” I pushed her bra cups aside and almost whimpered at the gorgeous breasts staring back at me. “Jesus, Harper. These are fucking spectacular.” I cupped one in my hand and ran my thumb over the pink tip. It tightened immediately. And I swear to god, my mouth watered.
Ducking my head, I pulled her nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. Harper groaned, moving restlessly under me. I moved one hand over to her other breast and teased that nipple with my thumb as I played with the other.
“Zee!” She groaned, her hips arching into my body. The soft rasp of her panties rubbed against my abs.
I moved to her other breast and teased it with my lips and tongue, then blew gently on the wet tip. Harper shuddered under me. Her right hand dove into her panties, but I caught her arm and pulled her hand back out.
“Uh-uh. That’s my playground.” I teased her nipple with a gentle nip. “No greedy girls here. You gotta wait.”
“Fuck that.” Her hand went back into her panties, and I pulled back, narrowing my eyes at her.
“What the fuck am I here for if you’re just gonna get yourself off? Unless you’re offering a show?” I sat back on my heels between her legs. “Go on. Get after it.”
“Xander.” She groaned, slapping her other hand over her face. “Don’t. You were just moving too slow. I want—”
“I know exactly what you want. But apparently you don’t think I’m capable of giving it to you.”
“It’s not, I don’t…I’m sorry, okay? Most guys don’t care. They’re just happy if I get off, and this way I make sure I do.”
“I’m not most guys. And it’s insulting that you’re jumping ahead when I still have my dick in my fucking boxers.”
“I’m sorry!” she wailed, now covering her face with both hands. After a quick scrub of her eyes, she sighed and dropped her hands. Blinking her wet eyes at me, her lips quivered. “I really am sorry.”
And I felt like an ass. I had this gorgeous woman naked in front of me, and I’d made her feel bad. Shit, I’d made her cry.
Reclining on my side next to her, I nuzzled her cheek. “I’m sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I usually am kinda controlling in the bedroom, and I forgot you don’t know that.”
I kissed her cheek as my heart thudded unevenly at the snuffling sounds she made.
After a minute, she swiped at her cheeks but still didn’t meet my eyes. “Controlling? What like BDSM?”
“Color me shocked. You know about BDSM? How?”
She gave a cute as hell little snort. “Come on. It’s practically mainstream now since Fifty Shades . I don’t know much. I just know what I don’t like.”
“Which is?”
“Breath play mostly. And rough fingering.” She shuddered, and I fought to quell the rage building inside me at the thought of someone treating this tiny woman roughly. “But I blame porn for that.”
“Yeah, a lot of porn isn’t very realistic. Most of the positions are just for the camera. Regular people aren’t that limber.”
She snorted again. “Preach.”
I ran my hand over her hair, brushing it out of the way. Then I tipped her chin up so she was forced to meet my eyes. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop? I can sleep on the sofa over there or find Noah and bunk with him. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable in your own room.”
“Wait, does that mean we’re done with—” She nodded at her mostly naked body.
“I kinda figured you were done with me.”
“No!” She winced, closing her eyes. After a very visible breath—and despite me trying to be the good guy here, I watched her tits bob—she opened her eyes and stared intently at me. “I want to still if you want to too.”
My lips quirked. Fuck, how did she continue to be so fucking cute and sexy at the same fucking time? “I still very much want.”
“Okay. So maybe we need to talk limits.”
“How about, for the first time, we just find out what each of us likes? And I’ll curb my controlling asshole tendencies.”
“First time.” She grinned. “Sounds fucking fantastic to me.”