43. Luke
LUKE
Iwake up to heat and wet pressure and the most obscene sound I’ve ever heard: Harper’s mouth wrapped around my cock.
For a second, I think I’m dreaming—some filthy, perfect dream where Harper Garrett is in my bed at dawn, her lips sliding down my length while her hand works what she can’t take. But then she hums around me, and the vibration shoots straight up my spine, and I realize this is real.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hand flying to her hair.
She pulls off just enough to look up at me, her eyes dark and wicked, her lips swollen. “Good morning.”
“Morning, Deputy.”
“I was hungry.” She licks a slow stripe up the underside of my cock, and I nearly come right there. “I didn’t think you’d mind if I had a snack.”
I’m still half-asleep. My brain struggles to catch up with the fact that she’s here, that it’s—I look out the windows—well past dawn and she stayed, but my body is fully awake and completely at her mercy.
I tangle my hands in her curls. “You’re going to kill me.”
“That’s the plan.” She takes me deep again, and I feel her throat work around me. Her hand slides between her own thighs, and I realize she’s touching herself while she sucks me off.
“Are you wet?” My voice comes out rough, barely controlled.
She pulls off with a wet pop, kneeling between my knees, her left hand still stroking me while the other keeps touching her pussy. “You want to see?”
My cock twitches eagerly. “Show me.”
She shifts forward, holding out her right hand.
I take her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth, licking them. “Fuck, sunshine. Ride my leg. Get yourself off while you suck me.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She shifts, straddling my leg, grinding down against me as she lowers her head back down.
I can feel her heat, her slickness, the way she’s already so close.
Her hair brushes my groin like a hundred silky touches and her hands rove all over between my legs, stroking and rubbing me just right.
“That’s it,” I growl, reaching to palm her tits. “Take what you need.”
She moans around the head of my cock, and I feel it all the way to the root.
“Yeah, just like that.” I roll her nipple between my fingers. “You gonna come on my leg, Harper? Gonna make a mess of me?”
She gasps, grinding harder, faster, taking me deeper.
I lie back and watch, letting her take me, my hands tangling in her hair because I need to touch her, hold her.
I pump into her mouth shallowly, unable to help myself.
Her breath comes in short gasps that feel like little kisses all over my skin, and I groan.
I can feel her thighs trembling, can see the flush spreading across her chest, and know she’s close.
“That’s it.” I tug her hair in the way that excites her. “Come for me.”
She cries out, my cock muffling her, and it’s enough to set me off. I rock between her lips, my vision going hazy as I watch her greedily lapping me up as she rides her own orgasm out.
Sensitive, I hiss as her tongue keeps at me, but watching how much she likes it has me growing hard again. I haul her up my body so her legs straddle my hips. Brushing her hair from her face, I bring her down to kiss her.
It turns me on the way she moans, long and low, into my mouth, the way her nails bite into my chest. I run a hand down her back, all the way down to curl around her ass. “It’s morning,” I point out in between kissing.
“I know,” she says against my lips.
“You’re still here.” Apparently, I woke up Mr. Obvious.
“My dad has an early shift, and I’m off today.”
“Your SUV won’t be in your driveway when he leaves.”
“I went for an early run, before he woke up. Left it at the trailhead off the old highway. I figured that would explain why I’m not home if he asks.” She lifts her head, propping herself up to look at me. “Do you mind me staying?”
Mind? My hand grips her ass tighter. “Can you handle the truth?”
Her expression goes carefully blank, like she’s afraid of what I’ll say. But my Harper is brave, I’m not surprised when her chin lifts and she says, “I can handle anything you give me.”
Unable to resist, I move my cock up against her. “I know.”
She punches my shoulder. “Luke.”
I grin. But then I look into her eyes and feel my chest expand, and I touch her beautiful face and say, “Waking up with you, having you in my bed this morning makes me realize I want you here all the time.”
Her breath catches and she blinks at me like she can’t believe what I said.
I flip her onto her back, pinning her beneath me. “I’m serious, Harper. I want to wake up with you. I want to fall asleep with you. I want—” I stop and stare at her. Slowly, I lower my head and kiss her intentionally, to show her how important she is. “I want you, Harper.”
Her fingers fist in my hair. “I want you too, Luke.”
I watch her closely. “But do you want me more than a fuck?”
She punches my shoulder. Then she punches it again. “If you ask me that ever again, I’m arresting you for being an idiot.”
The ferocity in her expression is the balm I didn’t know I needed. I feel a smile hover at the edges of my mouth but I try to keep it under wraps. I know better than to provoke my woman.
She punches me again. “Are you going to say it or what?”
I still. I know what she means—I have an instinct when it comes to Harper that I’ve only ever had with Jake and Mason.
She uses my hair to pull me down. “Tell me, Bennett. I love you too much to fuck around about this.”
My heart stops. “You love me?” My voice is so hoarse with emotion I barely recognize it.
“Haven’t you been paying attention?” Whatever she sees in my expression makes her soften. She lifts her head and gives me the sweetest kiss I’ve ever received.
I fall into it. Then I rest my forehead against hers, my eyes closed. “No one’s ever told me they love me.”
“Ever?” she asks softly, holding me tighter.
I shake my head. “I grew up in foster care. When I aged out, I immediately went into the Army. Love isn’t exactly a tenet of either of those systems.”
“Then it’s a good thing you found me.”
Opening my eyes, I kiss her, slow and deep, trying to pour everything I feel into it. But I know she deserves more—she deserves it all—so I hold her face, my thumb tracing her lower lip. “I love you, Harper, and I want more of this. More mornings. More nights. More you.”
Smiling, she wraps her legs around my waist, rubbing herself against me. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were sneaking my romance novels.”
I wrap my hand in her hair and notch myself between her legs. “Sunshine, those books never gave you a happy ending half as good as the one you’re about to get.”