Total pages in book: 211
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
“What are you doing, Harper?”
“Giving you a reason to stay in this room with me.” I reach for his belt and tug it free.
He catches my shoulders, finally touching me. God, I didn’t know how much I needed him to touch me, to prove to me that he’s here, he’s still in this room with me. “People are waiting on us,” he warns, staring down at me, his eyes hooded, heavy.
“They’ll wait,” I say, unzipping his pants, aware that he hasn’t pushed me away or pulled me to my feet. “We both know what you need right now.”
“What do I need, Harper?”
“To take a pause. To breathe again. To get out of your own head.”
I reach beneath his pants, my hand finding the hard, warm flesh of his erection as I ease him from his clothes. And the fact that he doesn’t stop me empowers me. As does the carnal look on his face as he watches me. I like that look, oh yes, I do. Just as I like how hot and hard he is in my palm, and the way liquid pools at the tip of his cock. Boldly, I catch his stare before I give him a long, sensual lick.
He shuts his eyes, his lashes low, his body tight, but he’s not touching me again. He’s trying to maintain control. He’s trying to keep it as his own and that I don’t like. I lick his cock again, swirling my tongue all over him, around him, up and down, and when I suck hard and deep, a soft breath escapes his lips. A breath he tries to control but can’t. Encouraged now, I take just the tip of him in my mouth and suckle hard, but I don’t take more, I make him want and need, but he can’t have it, not yet. Not until I get what I want. Not until he’s one hundred percent in the moment.
I lick and swirl, thrusting my tongue down the underside of him, and finally, his fingers tangle in my hair. Finally, he’s all in. “Holy fuck, woman,” he growls. “You know you’re killing me. Take all of me.”
Take all of him.
Oh yes. I will.
Heat pools low in my belly and my nipples pucker and ache. I want and need just as he does. I want his control. I want his revenge. I want his anger. I want it all right here, right in this moment. I suck him deep and hard. I suck him and clutch him and move up and down him.
“Yes,” he murmurs. “Deeper, Harper.”
Harper.
I have no idea why him using my name right now has me on the verge of orgasm, but it does. I’ve never been this wet and hot from giving a blow job. My lips tighten around his shaft, and I slide all the way to my fingers where they grip him. He thrusts into my mouth and a salty-sweet taste touches my tongue. He’s close. He’s right there where I want him and I pump my hand against his next thrust, and repeat. Again. Again. And then again until the muscles of his thigh that are now under my palm lock up, even as his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Deeper,” he demands again. “More.”
More.
He wants more, and more works for me. My breasts are heavy, my sex dripping, I’m so very wet.
I pump my hand again and stroke my tongue low and high. He pumps into my mouth and then he’s shuddering, the salty taste of his release exploding in my mouth, a low groan sliding from his lips. And incredulously, I come. I come with him and I didn’t know that was possible, but I do. And when it’s over, my forehead is on his stomach, my body weak. The next thing I know, I’m on my feet, Eric’s hands on my shoulders, his eyes locked with mine.
“If you’re trying to make me fall in love with you, Harper, it’s working, but that doesn’t save my father or that family. You can’t save them. Not this time.” He sets me away from him and this time when he heads for the door, I can’t stop him.
I whirl around just in time to watch him exit the room.
Chapter fifty-nine
Harper
He’s falling in love with me. I’m shellshocked at his confession but I don’t allow myself to revel in his words. I don’t stand in the bedroom and hope for the best. I’m out of the room and on Eric’s heels in the blink of an eye. I don’t call after him, though. Not yet. Not with a houseful of people and I doubt I’ll stop him at this point anyway. He believes he’s protecting me. Now, I need to protect him. He clears the stairs before I do and by the time I’m around the corner, Eric is following the Walker team toward the front door.