21. Harper
HARPER
Luke sucks my fingers into his mouth, one by one, as if he’s savoring every drop. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
“You imagined this?” The words come out breathless. Between my legs I pulse with need. I want to ask him to touch me, but I press my thighs together instead.
“Every goddamn night.” He nips at the pad of my thumb and I swear I can feel it down low. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about getting you alone like this.”
“Luke—”
“Tell me you thought about it too.”
When I hesitate, he pulls back just enough to look at me. “Tell me, sunshine.”
“Yes.” The admission comes out shaky. “Yes, I thought about it.”
“That’s my girl.” He bites and then kisses the inside of my wrist.
The staircase groans, and we both freeze as we hear my dad’s heavy footsteps coming upstairs.
Then a devilish look lights Luke’s eyes. Licking the tips of my fingers one more time, he covers my hand with his and slides them both into my pants.