neck, into the hollow of her throat. She whimpered as he traced a wet path lower. When his mouth found a nipple, she cried out, a violent clenching between her legs bringing her out of her sexual stupor.
If they didn’t stop this now, she was going to come embarrassingly quickly. Possibly even right now. Not to mention the fact she never let men she barely knew unzip her and suck on her nipples.
Hell, they weren’t supposed to even be doing this.
“This isn’t starting very well at all,” she panted, concentrating hard on sounding reasonable as he sucked, so damn good, on her nipple. “We seem to be well and truly breaking the ground rules.”
Which was putting it mildly. The ground rules were lying in smoking rubble at their feet.
He released his mouthful, panting as he straightened to look her in the eye for long moments, potent male frustration brimming in his gaze. “Maybe we can bend them a little?”
Harper struggled to sound normal instead of someone who’d just had her nipple sucked by a goddamn Jedi . “ Bend them?”
He nodded. “I know you’re not averse to a spot of masturbation. Why not let me help you with that?”
The hands on her breasts moved south, the fingers trekking over her belly to dip just under the lacy edge of underwear.
So much for not letting him near her lady parts. If they could talk, they’d be begging him to come closer.
Her usual awkwardness over the softness of her belly and the roundness of her hips was nowhere to be seen. All that existed was sensation. It felt so damn good, Harper had to squeeze her legs together to stop from coming there and then.
He wanted to get her off? Hell-fucking-yeah . She was too far-gone to deny him or herself . She’d think about the reasons and the implications later.
After.
“As long as it’s mutual,” she said, grabbing for the hard length of his cock, jammed between them and still taunting her in all the right places.
The way his eyes shut tight, and the guttural desperation of his strangled groan went straight to the part of her that was 100 percent female, and she squeezed him through his shorts.
“ Christ ,” he swore under his breath, his eyes pinging open. “Abso-frickin-lutely.”
His hand pushed past that lacy border and slid, in one easy movement, into the slick heat between her legs. The sensation tore through her like an electric current, and she cried out as she bucked against the blissful invasion of his fingers.
“God,” he groaned, his lips at her neck again, his warm breath spreading goose bumps down her throat and prickling in her scalp as his finger swirled languorously. “You’re so wet.”
Harper had been wet all damn week.
And his light, gentle touch wasn’t nearly enough for what she needed. She squirmed against his hand, grinding, wanting more. “You want it harder, huh?” he murmured, and she gasped as his fingers suddenly became serious, dropping all the pansy-assed swirling and ploughing hard and true, straight to the erect knot of nerves he was seeking.
She gasped and bucked when he found it, shoving a hand into the hair at his nape and crying out when he rubbed—hanging on tight to him as he rubbed and rubbed, relentless in his quest.
“Yes,” she moaned over and over, squeezing his cock in her hand reflexively. His corresponding groan filled up her senses and expanded in her chest, and she delved frantically inside his shorts, needing suddenly, desperately , to feel him, to touch him, to wrap her hand around all that velvet steeliness.
“ Fuuuck, ” he groaned as she hit pay dirt and quickly—greedily—slid her hand up and down the length of him.
Then his mouth was on hers and they were kissing hard and deep and wet, and they were moaning and rubbing and tugging and grinding. Harper’s heart crashed in her chest and her pulse roared in her ears and her breathing came in shallow gasps and her breasts were squashed against his chest and they were in a goddamn bathroom at her
If they didn’t stop this now, she was going to come embarrassingly quickly. Possibly even right now. Not to mention the fact she never let men she barely knew unzip her and suck on her nipples.
Hell, they weren’t supposed to even be doing this.
“This isn’t starting very well at all,” she panted, concentrating hard on sounding reasonable as he sucked, so damn good, on her nipple. “We seem to be well and truly breaking the ground rules.”
Which was putting it mildly. The ground rules were lying in smoking rubble at their feet.
He released his mouthful, panting as he straightened to look her in the eye for long moments, potent male frustration brimming in his gaze. “Maybe we can bend them a little?”
Harper struggled to sound normal instead of someone who’d just had her nipple sucked by a goddamn Jedi . “ Bend them?”
He nodded. “I know you’re not averse to a spot of masturbation. Why not let me help you with that?”
The hands on her breasts moved south, the fingers trekking over her belly to dip just under the lacy edge of underwear.
So much for not letting him near her lady parts. If they could talk, they’d be begging him to come closer.
Her usual awkwardness over the softness of her belly and the roundness of her hips was nowhere to be seen. All that existed was sensation. It felt so damn good, Harper had to squeeze her legs together to stop from coming there and then.
He wanted to get her off? Hell-fucking-yeah . She was too far-gone to deny him or herself . She’d think about the reasons and the implications later.
After.
“As long as it’s mutual,” she said, grabbing for the hard length of his cock, jammed between them and still taunting her in all the right places.
The way his eyes shut tight, and the guttural desperation of his strangled groan went straight to the part of her that was 100 percent female, and she squeezed him through his shorts.
“ Christ ,” he swore under his breath, his eyes pinging open. “Abso-frickin-lutely.”
His hand pushed past that lacy border and slid, in one easy movement, into the slick heat between her legs. The sensation tore through her like an electric current, and she cried out as she bucked against the blissful invasion of his fingers.
“God,” he groaned, his lips at her neck again, his warm breath spreading goose bumps down her throat and prickling in her scalp as his finger swirled languorously. “You’re so wet.”
Harper had been wet all damn week.
And his light, gentle touch wasn’t nearly enough for what she needed. She squirmed against his hand, grinding, wanting more. “You want it harder, huh?” he murmured, and she gasped as his fingers suddenly became serious, dropping all the pansy-assed swirling and ploughing hard and true, straight to the erect knot of nerves he was seeking.
She gasped and bucked when he found it, shoving a hand into the hair at his nape and crying out when he rubbed—hanging on tight to him as he rubbed and rubbed, relentless in his quest.
“Yes,” she moaned over and over, squeezing his cock in her hand reflexively. His corresponding groan filled up her senses and expanded in her chest, and she delved frantically inside his shorts, needing suddenly, desperately , to feel him, to touch him, to wrap her hand around all that velvet steeliness.
“ Fuuuck, ” he groaned as she hit pay dirt and quickly—greedily—slid her hand up and down the length of him.
Then his mouth was on hers and they were kissing hard and deep and wet, and they were moaning and rubbing and tugging and grinding. Harper’s heart crashed in her chest and her pulse roared in her ears and her breathing came in shallow gasps and her breasts were squashed against his chest and they were in a goddamn bathroom at her
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