Page 32 of Kindling
“I can trust you, can’t I?” she whispered, feeling suddenly, achingly vulnerable. “Whatever this is… you won’t make it weird? We’ll still be sort-of-friends? I’ll still stay in your cabin, and you’ll still take me to the Fairy Trail or whatever?”
His eyes softened to pools of blue. “Of course, love.”
“Okay. You can trust me, too. Probably.” She barely had time to laugh at her own joke. One moment, his fingers were curled into the soft cushion of her hips. The next, they were somewhere else entirely – massaging her through the damp fabric of her underwear.
She shivered, tensing against him until he kissed her neck. She fumbled for his belt buckle, then gasped as her thumb grazed the taut bulge beneath. “You’re so hard,” she breathed, kneading his cock through his jeans, relishing in the way he twitched against her.
“Fuck, Harper.”
His eyes fluttered shut.When they opened again, they were blazing with defiance. He crooked his finger inside her as though beckoning, and it didn’t take long for her to move with him, thrusting desperately as he swapped one finger for two, two for three. He didn’t have to fill her up: she was already a writhing, moaning mess, melting into him as her clit sought friction against his palm. Her hips luxuriating against his crotch must have teased him more, because he swore again, voice cracking.
“Use me,” he begged. She did, rolling her hips onto his hard thighs while he played with her. It was hard to believe she could feel this good when she was still covered, still mostly dressed, but his touch, his deep urgent voice, his deft fingers, kept her building towards delirium.
When she was close, she unzipped his jeans and took him in both hands at last, fingers curling around his impressive length. His hair-dusted belly shuddered against her touch, and she was certain she couldn’t take much more—
His fingers sank back into her, and there was no more holding on. She was falling all at once, orgasm rolling through her body. Fraser groaned, voice hitching as he came in her hands. Slowing, she rested her damp forehead against his, closing her eyes as he teased out the last of her climax in gentle circles.
“Well,” she said, “that was fun.”
“Aye.” He smirked, twirling his fingers through her dishevelled hair. His lips were swollen, neck red and bearing the crescent indentations of her nails.
Oops.
Something changed a moment later. Anyone else might not have noticed it, but Harper lived on high alert, always waiting for somebody’s interest to fade.
His didn’t, but it ebbed, his grip turning slack.
She drew off his lap, rolling her jeans back up and fastening them before she could feel too bare. He reached across her, pulling wipes from the glovebox so that they could both clean up. “So, is it out of your system?”
“You could say that,” he muttered, adjusting himself and zipping up his fly. “You?”
“Yup. Definitely,” she lied. Naturally, all she could think about was feeling the length of him again, seating herself on it, and riding him until she was seeing stars.
But that wasn’t what he wanted, and she was fine with that. Of course she was. A one-time hook-up was whatshe’dsuggested, after all.
“It is alllll the way out,” she continued, because she was prone to rambling at the best of times, never mind when she didn’t know where she stood with someone. “Way, way out. You could probably find it in Glasgow. Or Carlisle, even.”
“Then I know where to go next time.” He ran a subdued hand over his cheek. “Will there be a next time?”
She tried not to show her excitement as she admitted, “I wouldn’t complain if there was.”
“We’re adults. We can have fun if we want to, can’t we?” He asked her like he wasn’t sure of the answer.
“I do believe those are the rules of adulthood, yeah. But if you’re not keen…”
“Oh, I’m keen,” he insisted quickly. “It’s just… Like I said earlier, I don’t do relationships.”
She looked down at her wrinkled clothing to avoid the intensity of his gaze. “Me neither. Not right now, at least. Then… We’ll see what happens, I guess? Keep things casual?”
He nodded. “Aye. Okay. Good.”
They shared a final, knowing smile that sent another zap through her body, and then she escaped the silence of the truck before she could pounce on him a second time. And a third. She wouldn’t have minded a third. She was known to be a bit greedy when she wanted.
And she very much wanted.
“Goodnight, then.” She cast him a wave, only then realising her fingers were shaking.
He returned it with a lopsided grin. “Night, Harper.”
