Page 84 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
She starts to open her mouth to say more, but I quickly kiss her. When we stop to catch our breath, she starts back up.
“How do we make this work?” she asks. “I’m serious. I love you, but you know me. I’m a planner. I’m no-nonsense. I have to think things through before I feel comfortable. I’m not saying we need to have it all mapped out right now, but I need more than just optimism to make me believe we can have a relationship in the real world.”
“I love that about you,” I say as I kiss the tip of her nose and brush away the hair in her face. “I’d never, ever expect you to change your life for me. I want this to work between us, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes. Whenever I’m working again, I can fly here to see you on my days off. And if you’d be up for it, I’d love for you to come and see me in LA too. You can visit me when I’m off or when I’m working. Whenever you want.”
That focused expression on her face softens. “I’d love that too.”
“We can take it slow, play it by ear, whatever you want,” I say.
“It won’t be easy.”
“Nothing worthwhile ever is,” I say quickly.
Grinning, she wags her eyebrow. “Well said.”
“I know this isn’t going to be a walk in the park. And I know that we don’t have it all figured out. But I want to give this relationship with you a proper shot. I don’t want to give up on us just because we’re not one hundred percent certain how it’ll all play out.”
She nods slightly, like she’s processing everything I’ve said.
My hands slide down to her hips. I grip the soft flesh of her curves and pull her closer to me. “I love you. Give us a chance. Please.”
She makes a moaning sound against my lips that sounds a lot like “mmm, yes.”
Soon she’s grabbing at my body in the exact way that drives me wild: her hands start at my hair, tugging until that delicious burn jolts through my scalp. She moves lower, clawing at my shoulders and chest as our kisses turn filthy and depraved. She drags her mouth along the side of my neck and sinks her teeth into the meaty part of my shoulder. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I grunt. I sound like a fucking caveman.
With both of her palms on my stomach, she pushes me to lie down flat, trailing kisses all the way down my abdomen. When she settles between my legs, my breath hitches.
She looks up at me, her gaze cloudy and focused at once somehow. Her eye makeup from last night is smudged, but it only adds to how sexy and raw she looks in this moment.
She wraps her hand around the base of my cock, and I have to bite down just to keep from losing it. Christ, I can barely take this—my beautiful Harper looking like some devil-angel, desperate to devour me. I close my eyes and swallow, praying I last. She looks and feels so damn good I’m not sure I can.
When I open my eyes, I see her run her tongue along her full bottom lip. Pleasure rockets to my dick.
“I love you, Lewis,” she says through a pant before lowering her mouth where I want her—where Ineedher.
Even though her head bobbing up and down while she works me in her mouth is the hottest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on, I can’t watch for too long. If I do, I’ll blow my load way too early for what I have planned. So I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling while counting back from a hundred so I have a prayer of lasting.
It’s no use, though. My girl is too good.
I reach down and pull her off me.
“Baby, I need you. Please.” I scoot her to kneel over my mouth and run my tongue all over, savoring how she writhes over my face. Her pants and screams turn desperate as I feel her thighs squeeze the sides of my head. When she explodes, my grip on her hips tightens. I moan against her, soaking in this moment where the woman I love is losing her mind all over my face.
As her sounds and movements ease, I lean up, bracing her body with my arms. I lay her on the bed, smiling when I take in the dazed look on her face. I grab a condom from the nightstand, slide it on, and then glide into her. It’s not long before she’s digging her nails into my skin while thrashing and shouting my name. I know without a doubt that my back and shoulders will be shredded to hell after this, but I love it. I fucking love how wild I make this unflappable, bold-as-hell woman whenever we fall into bed together.
She shifts to touch herself while I thrust. Now it’s my turn to say her name.
“Harper...fuck, that’s...that’s...so...hot...”
The pressure in my lower abdomen turns to fire as I watch her work herself in her own hand. I’ve never been more happy or turned on than right now while watching the woman I love take charge of both her pleasure and mine at the same time.
Soon she’s falling apart under me as I fight with every ounce of restraint that I possess to make sure I last as long as she needs me to. When she begins to ease, I finally let go. My own orgasm hits like a freight train. The growl-yell I let loose turns my throat raw, but Harper swallows it with her kiss.
I collapse onto the mattress, careful not to put my full weight on top of her by holding myself up on my forearms.
“No,” she growls, pulling me to lie on top of her. “I want to feel all of you.”
I obey her request, chuckling as I nuzzle the side of her neck.
