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)
He drops to his knees and before I even process what he intends, his mouth closes on my sex and then he’s suckling, stroking his tongue over me. I pant, and with one more lick, my elbows soften, and I allow the cushion to absorb my body. My reward is his fingers, teasing my sensitive flesh, stroking, and then pressing inside me. I arch into the feel of him stretching me, pumping into me, my fingers closing around the blanket beneath me, and oh God, he’s good at this. So very good, his tongue’s erotic play tantalizing in all the right ways, too right.
I’m embarrassingly already on edge, already right there in that sweet spot of no return. I tumble over the proverbial ledge, my body quaking, and there is no doubt Eric owns my pleasure and my body. He owns all of me. The only thing missing is him inside me. The moment my body calms, the ache of emptiness remains and he knows, of course he knows what he’s done to me. How he’s pleased me and left me craving more.
He’s already on his feet, undressing, and I sit up just in time to find his cock is jutting between us, thickly veined with arousal. My eyes meet his and the punch of erotic heat between us steals my breath. In another moment, he’s laid me back down on the mattress. My arms wrap his neck, and he’s on top of me, the weight of his body pressing into me.
“I’m not just going to fuck you, Harper,” Eric promises. “I’m going to make love to you.”
Love.
It’s the second time he’s used that word in one night, and it’s not without intent, and I feel it in every part of me. Love is bittersweet, filled with promises of happiness and heartache. It’s scary and powerful. And after watching my mother lose my father, I never wanted it in my life. And then he came along.
My walls erect. I need to protect myself. Heat rushes up my neck. “I thought you needed an outlet tonight? I thought you needed to fuck me?”
“You took care of that on your knees earlier.”
He’s naked on top of me, his cock pressed between my legs, and I can still feel the heat in my cheeks.
In the back of my mind, this is what I want, but he is a force of nature, and I’m afraid to believe it’s real. This could be us riding the adrenaline of all of tonight’s emotion. I can’t have him be all in one moment, and not the next. “Fucking me is safe.”
“Fucking you is perfect,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over mine. “And I will fuck you, Harper.” His fingers gently wrap strands of my hair with a soft, erotic tug. “Every which way you’ll let me and as often as you’ll say yes, but there’s more for us.” And when he kisses me, it’s with a sultry, sexy caress of his tongue that seduces me and tears down my walls.
I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.
Forget safe. It’s overrated.
He presses inside me, and the sultry kiss becomes the sultry sway of our bodies. He kisses me all over. My neck, my shoulder, my nipple. Every inch of me is alive and lost in sensations, in the mix of naughty things he whispers in my ear that still take nothing away from the lovemaking. It’s not until after we crash into release, our bodies trembling as one, before we calm, that realization hits me.
We didn’t use a condom.
Chapter sixty-six
Harper
Eric shifts us, rolling us to our sides, facing each other, and the wet rush between my legs sends a wave of panic through me. My fingers curl on his face. “We didn’t use protection. I don’t think I can get pregnant, but—”
He leans in and kisses me. “Stop freaking out. If you get pregnant, we get pregnant. I’ll get you something to clean up. I’ll be right back.” He pulls out of me and rolls off the bed. I don’t move, waiting for him to bring me a towel or tissue.
The “we” in his reaction sets my belly to fluttering for all kinds of reasons. It stabs at my heart, too, with a memory of cramping in my office. I always feared how he’d react to the news of my pregnancy, but I’m not sure it would have been as negatively as I thought back then.
Eric returns and hands me a towel, I press between my legs. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I say, and when I would move away, Eric catches me to him.
“Stop freaking out, sweetheart.”
“Do you even want kids? And God, I don’t want you to answer that because either answer could be problematic. If you don’t, and I’m pregnant, then we have an issue. If you do, and I can’t get pregnant, then you need another woman.”