Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
HARPER
I ’ve never related to women when they would make bold statements like sex with him was a religious experience.
I always blew it off as an exaggeration for the purposes of bragging to their friends that they had amazing sex. A dramatization, if you will.
A fun anecdote in the break room or at a party. Over text. A giggling conversation in a bar.
Fuck that.
I now believe them. And I’d like to go back in time, high-five every woman who’s ever said that in my company, and buy them a drink.
Because holy shit on a cracker, it’s a real thing.
And he hasn’t even been inside me yet.
“You’re quiet,” he murmurs before kissing my forehead as he carries me back to his bedroom. The sprawling house is only one story, so no stairs. When we arrive in the bedroom, he scowls as if he’s pissed that he has to set me down, but he lowers me slowly to my feet.
“Just enjoying,” I reply and reach up to smooth the pad of my thumb over the line between his brows. “Would you do me a favor?”
“Literally anything. If it’s mine to give, it’s yours.” He pushes my skirt over my hips, and it pools around my feet in a floofy heap. “Name it.”
“Please get naked.”
He smiles, kisses my forehead, and then we work together to strip him out of the sexy black T-shirt and blue jeans he put on after his shower.
The way his shirts hug his biceps makes my core tighten and my knees weaken.
But in a black T-shirt? Someone break out the smelling salts because I am done for.
“Better?” He holds his arms out, and heat spreads over my cheeks as I take in those fucking incredible abs, his chest, his arms. The way his dark eyes glint with lust and mischief as he grins at me.
Because yeah, this is so much better.
Nodding, I reach for his cock and glide my hand over the smooth, warm length, all the way to the root as I step into him.
With a growl, Blake lifts me, kisses me like his life depends on it, and deposits me right in the middle of his king-sized bed, hovering over me.
He kisses me, long and deep, and I can taste myself there on his lips.
His hands move down my torso, down my hip and thigh, and then back up again until he’s cupping my sex once more.
“So beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. “I love how wet you get for me. ”
“Blake.”
“Yeah, sugar?”
“I need you inside me ten minutes ago.”
That cocky mouth tips up into the kind of grin that will knock the breath out of your lungs.
“Why are you so hot?” I ask, not at all embarrassed that the words came out of my mouth because the man should have statues made of his likeness. “Like how ? It’s unfair. It’s probably illegal. You could go to jail , Blake.”
He snorts and kisses up my jaw as he settles his hips between mine, pushing my legs up and out to the side so we can see every single thing happening down there.
“You’re the sexy one,” he says as he lines the crown of his cock up with my opening, dragging it up and down through my wet slit, making me squirm with every pass over my already pulsing bundle of nerves.
“I can’t resist you. I can’t stay away from you, Harper.
Please don’t ask me to stay away from you anymore. ”
He pushes inside me, and we both moan.
“Christ, you’re so fucking tight.”
I gasp as he pushes in farther and grab his arms, needing to feel him. “I think— whoa —you’re just big.”
“Both can be true.” He leans down to nibble the side of my mouth so sweetly, it almost brings tears to my eyes, and I am not going to cry while fucking this god of a man. “Breathe for me, sugar.”
I do, pulling in a deep breath, and when I let it out, he pushes in farther until he’s fully seated and stays there. He’s balanced on his elbows, his hands in my hair, and he’s staring down at me with those hot, dark eyes that seem to see right through me.
I’ve never felt as vulnerable as I do when I’m with this man.
As open. I’d tell him anything he wants to know.
But the vulnerability doesn’t make me want to run away.
I don’t want to close him out. Because I see it reflected back to me, and it’s maybe the most precious gift anyone has ever given me.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers. He pulls his hips back, sliding out just to the tip, and then he pushes back in.
The first time we did this, I wanted it hard. I don’t know why, but I needed it to hurt.
But this time? I don’t need the pain that comes with the pleasure he gives me.
His lips move down to my neck, and he sets a steady, leisurely pace as if we have all the time in the world to soak each other in. Lifting my hips, I clench around him, and Blake growls into my skin.
“God, keep that up, and I won’t last.”
I grin up at him. “I can’t help it. Ah, God. You hit every damn button.”
My toes curl as pure sensation rolls through me. My hips come off the bed, and I push on his shoulder. He reads me so well and immediately flips our position until I’m on top. I plant my hands on his chest and ride him.
“Fuck, you’re stunning.” His eyes sweep over my torso and up to my eyes again. His hands grip my hips so hard, I’m bound to have fingerprint bruises tomorrow, and I can’t freaking wait. I want to see his marks on me .
Suddenly, Blake slides his hands under my thighs and moves me up to his mouth as if I weigh nothing at all, and he’s eating me once more.
“Fucking hell!” I cry out, gripping the headboard. He doesn’t let me rise off him. He’s holding me down on his face, and he’s licking me and devouring me. Just when I swear the world is going to explode, he moves us again. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Never.” He slaps my ass and kisses me hard before taking me by the back of the neck and putting me on all fours. His control at this moment is intoxicating. I don’t have to think, and I don’t have to be in charge.
Blake is in control, and I freaking love it.
His hand slides up into my hair, and he’s suddenly pounding into me from behind.
With an almost punishing pace, his hips slap against my ass.
“Six fucking months, you denied us both this. God-fucking-damn, it’s so good.
It’s never been better than this, sugar.
You’re so.” He slams into me. “Fucking.” He pulls my hair back until I’m up on my knees, and his lips are pressed to my ear.
“Everything. Fucking everything, Harper. Now, I want you to be my good girl and come all over my cock. I want you to make a mess of me like you did at my table.”
He reaches around my front to press his fingers to my clit, and between that, his words, and his huge, hard cock driving in and out of me, there’s no stopping the climax. I come so hard, black spots appear in my periphery, and I’m crying out his name.
“That’s it,” he croons, putting just a little pressure on my throat, and I clench down even harder. “Fuck baby, yes.”
And then, he’s coming too, grinding into me over and over as he spills inside me until we’re both a heap of heaving, sweaty, messy people.
“Shower.” He pulls me off the bed, leading me on rubbery legs to the bathroom.
“Christ, we could have a party in here,” I mutter, making him grin.
But then, for the first time since I met him, a thought niggles its way into my brain.
Just how many women has Blake brought home? Has he already had a party in here? He doesn’t do relationships, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t sleep with his share of women.
I let him do that to me without protection. Pregnancy is the least of my worries.
Blake starts the shower, and when he turns back to me, he frowns and immediately steps in front of me, his hands on my face.
“You’re overthinking something. Talk to me, sugar.”
“I think I’m being an annoying woman, and I should probably go home.”
“No.” His face goes hard, and his hands firm on my skin. “Talk to me. I don’t care if you’re being annoying. Tell me what I did to put that look on your face so I can fix it.”
“Uh, there is no fixing that.” I point at the bed and try to smile, to make us both laugh, but he’s not working with me and just waits for me to explain. “I made the stupid comment about having a party in here.”
He frowns. “Okay. It was funny. It’s a big fucking bathroom.”
“But maybe you’ve already had a party in here.”
He blinks, then understanding moves through his eyes, and he shakes his head and sighs.
“See? Annoying. So you hop in the shower, and I’ll just?—”
He kisses me to shut me up, and I have to admit, it works. His hands move into my hair, holding me still so he can destroy my mouth.
“No parties in the bathroom,” he says against my lips. “No women in my bedroom. In my house , actually. I’m no saint, Harper. Before you, yeah, I was pretty good at casual sex because I had no intention of pursuing a relationship, and I enjoy sex. A lot, actually.”
“No harm in that.” And I mean it. Whatever he did before me is none of my business as long as he was safe.
“No. There isn’t.” He pushes my hair behind my ear, and his hands never leave me.
His voice is calm and low. Almost soothing.
The hot shower fills the room with steam, making it feel like we’re in a cocoon.
“But I have no interest in anyone else and haven’t since the moment I first saw you step onto that plane.
So while I was promiscuous in the past, I haven’t been in a while.
I’ve been tested regularly, and I’m good to go.
But no, this wasn’t a fuck pad. It’s my home. It’s my safe place.”
“But you brought me here.”
He steps closer, if that’s even possible, and tips my face up so he can kiss me softly. His fingers on my chin almost scorch me, they feel so damn good.
“Yeah, I brought you here. I want you here, Harper. For the first time in my life, medicine isn’t my only focus. It’s exhilarating and exciting, and I hope you’ll let me spend a lot of time with you. To get to know you, fuck you, enjoy you.”
I swallow hard at his words.
Blake wants to date me.