Chapter 17 Harrison #2
I can’t help but grin as I move up her body, bracing myself above her.
“God, I’m sorry if that was…” I kiss her hip bone, then the flat of her stomach.
“Too much. I know I just got home, and I should’ve asked before I just…
attacked you. But when I walked in and saw you here in my bed…
” I let out a shaky breath against her skin.
“I may have lost my fucking mind for a minute.”
She runs her fingers through my damp hair, her smile sleepy and satisfied. “I’m not complaining, H. I think I’ll forgive you this time.”
“Yeah?” I take in the sight of her flushed cheeks. “That’s good because I’m not done with you. Not even close.”
Her eyes darken, pupils dilating as she catches sight of my stiff cock pushing against my towel. With a knowing grin on her face, she looks up at me. “Is that right?”
I nod, dropping my forehead to hers. “I need to be inside you, Harp. I’ve thought about nothing else for days.” My voice comes out rougher than I intended, strained with the effort of holding back. “I’ve been dreaming about this since the moment I left your place ten nights ago.”
She reaches between us, her fingers finding the edge of my towel, tugging until it falls away. “Then take me.”
I groan, shaking my head in disbelief. “Are you sure? Because once I start, I don’t think I can stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” She lifts her hips, pressing against my aching cock, and I nearly lose my mind right there.
“Fuck, Harp.” I capture her mouth with mine, tasting the fresh mint of her toothpaste. I can’t help but groan when I feel her hand wrap around my cock, stroking me firmly. My hips buck into her grip instinctively.
“Jesus, Harper,” I pant against her lips, pulling back to look at her as she guides me to her entrance, her legs wrapping around my waist.
I hesitate, my breathing ragged. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me,” she whispers, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Please, H.”
That’s all the permission I need. I push forward slowly, trying like hell to take my time because goddamn it’s been a long fucking time since I’ve been in this position.
Feeling her stretch around me, God, I almost forgot what it felt like.
The warm, tight sensation nearly takes my breath away.
The way her pussy hugs my cock is unreal and when I’m fully seated inside her, I have to concentrate like hell to keep from coming right then and there.
“Oh my god,” I groan, burying my face in her neck. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her legs tighten around me, urging me deeper.
“Ah, fuck,” I moan, trying to breathe. Trying to take my time.
My body, on the other hand, has different plans.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Harp. This is going to be fast and hard.
But I promise I’ll take my time with you in the morning,” I pant against her lips.
“I’ll worship every goddamn inch of you.
Slow and sweet, just how you deserve. But right now—”
“I know,” she says, arching against me. “I need it too. I need you, H. I need you to fuck me.”
Every ounce of restraint I’ve been clinging to snaps like a twig. I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other grips her hip, holding her in place as I pull back and thrust into her, hard.
“Fuck, Harper,” I groan, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “I’m sorry.”
She arches beneath me, her eyes fluttering closed as I drive into her again. “Don’t apologize,” she gasps. “Just don’t stop.”
I don’t. I can’t. The sight of her beneath me—hair spread across my pillow, my shirt rucked up exposing her perfect breasts, her lips swollen from my kisses—it’s too much. I’ve wanted this for too long.
“Look at me,” I command, my rhythm steady but relentless. “I want to see your eyes when I’m inside you.”
Her gaze locks with mine, and Christ, the vulnerability there nearly undoes me. I release her wrists so I can watch her reaction as I thrust deeper, harder, my control slipping with each passing second.
“Jesus, I’m sorry,” I breathe against her neck, my hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. “I wanted to take my time with you, Harp. I swear I did. I wanted to go slow and make this perfect, but I can’t—fuck—I can’t hold back.”
Her nails bite into my skin as she meets each thrust. “Don’t you dare apologize,” she gasps, bowing beneath me. “I’ve been waiting for this too.”
The sight of her, flushed and wanting, her body taking all of me, nearly shatters what little restraint I have left. I hook one arm under her knee, changing the angle, and she cries out, her head thrown back in pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, watching her face as I hit that spot inside her that makes her whole body tremble. “God, I needed to fuck you. I needed this so bad.”
“Then take it,” she whispers, and something in her voice breaks me. “Take me.”
I lose myself completely, driving into her with everything I have, my hips slamming against hers. The headboard bangs rhythmically against the wall, but I don’t care who hears. All I care about is Harper, her gasps, her moans, the way her body welcomes mine like I never left.
“Fuck, Harper,” I pant, my movements becoming erratic as my release builds. “I’m close—I can’t—”
Her legs wrap tighter around my waist, pulling me deeper. My body is on fire, burning with need as I pound into her, my grip on her hip bruising.
“Yes,” she moans, her back arching off the bed. “Please, H. Oh, my God, please.”
It’s too much. Her voice, her body, the fact that she’s here in my bed. She was waiting for me. I bury my face in her neck as I come undone, groaning her name against her skin as I empty myself inside her, my hips jerking with each pulse.
“Ahh, God, Harper. Fuck.”
She follows me over the edge, her body clenching around mine as she moans my name into the dark, coming apart for me with a shudder I feel all the way to my chest.
For several moments, all I can do is breathe against her neck, my weight braced on my forearms to keep from crushing her.
When I finally find the strength to lift my head, she’s watching me with those soft brown eyes.
She looks happy and warm and perfect, her beautiful pink cheeks flushed with satisfaction.
“Shit,” I bury my head in her neck. “I didn’t mean to lose control like that. I swear I was planning to be more gentleman-like.”
She laughs softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my back. “I didn’t exactly come here for gentleman-like, H.”
I shake my head, unable to stop the grin that spreads across my face. “Still. I’ve been thinking about this moment for over ten years. And what do I do? I pounce on you like some desperate teenager who can’t hold it together for five minutes.”
“You’re apologizing for giving me two mind-blowing orgasms within five minutes of getting home?”
I chuckle softly. “Well, when you put it that way…”
“Yeah, I’m not complaining,” she whispers, her voice still breathless. “Not even a little bit.”
I’m still inside her, still connected, and I don’t want to move. Don’t want to break this perfect moment where she’s mine again. But I ease out slowly, both of us gasping at the sensitivity, and roll to my side, pulling her against my chest.
“I need you to know something,” I murmur against her hair.
“That wasn’t just…I didn’t just need to get off.
” I swallow hard, trying to find the right words.
“I lost control because it’s you. Because I’ve wanted you for so long that having you here, finally in my bed, wearing my shirt… fuck, it broke something in me, Harp.”
She traces her finger along my collarbone, her touch sending shivers across my skin.
Her eyes glisten as she traces my jawline with her fingertip.
“I never meant to wreck you like this,” she whispers, the weight of ten years hanging between us.
“But God, H…I wouldn’t take back tonight for anything.
Not when I’ve been aching for you all this time. ”
“Fuck, I’ve missed you so damn much, Harper.
” I tug her tighter against me, wrapping my arms around her with zero intention of ever wanting to let go.
She makes me feel like I’m somebody in this world other than a hockey player.
Like I belong somewhere other than just on a slab of ice.
Like I have a real honest to God purpose.
She feels like home to me, which is why I release a contented sigh and close my eyes, inhaling her scent, reveling in a dream come true when she says, “I’ve missed you too.”