Page 86 of My Favorite Secret
“If it’s nothing bad, why can’t you tell me?”
“It’s a surprise.” I try to stop myself from grinning. I’m getting hard thinking about the night ahead of Harper. I’m jealous as fuck that I won’t be involved. But the sooner Felix gets to claim his loser’s prize, the sooner I get to indulge in all of Harper’s body.
“I don’t like surprises. Tell me,” she pleads, leaning across the center console and biting my earlobe.
Her hot breath sends shivers through me, making my dick strain against the fabric of my pants. But I don’t give in to her persuasion. “Tell me about ballet.”
“It was great. Now, back to the surprise.”
I shake my head, laughing. “All I’ll say is you and Felix are spending the night together.”
“Without you?” Her voice drops with disappointment. She’s so fucking cute.
“Yes, baby. Without me. There will be plenty of nights where the three of us are together. Believe me, you’ll love your night with Felix.”
“I’m sure I will, but I’ll miss you. Can you pull over?”
“Why?” I glance her way, finding a spark of mischief in her eyes.
“I need my daily dose of you. Find a quiet backstreet.”
Not needing to be told twice, I pull over to the first side street. People are still in sight. The street isn’t as secluded as I would have liked, but the tinting on these windows is so dark no one will see in.
Harper climbs onto my lap. Her lips find mine with soft but insistent kisses while she removes my seatbelt.Her fingers trail down my chest, tracing my muscles. I assist her with pulling my shirt over my head.
“I can’t go a day without you,” she whispers. Her warm skin against my bare chest is electrifying.
I tip my head back against the seat as she kisses along my throat. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We’ve been saying the words to each other so much over these last few days. It feels like we’re making up for lost time. Now that we’re together, I know we’ll be having sex non-stop as another way to express our love.
As we continue kissing, the world outside the Jeep fades away. The hum of passing cars and distant voices is lost beneath the sound of our breathing. Harper’s fingers slide lower, unzipping my pants. My pulse pounds as she dips her hand inside, freeing my cock.
I let out a sharp breath as she wraps her fingers around me, stroking slow. She bites her lip. Her pupils are blown wide as she watches me, soaking in my every reaction and learning what I like.
“Fuck, Harper,” I groan, the sound barely human. I grip her thighs, needing her closer.
She kisses me again, sweet and teasing before pulling the dress over her head, letting it drop to the floor of the Jeep. Her bra and panties follow.
I soak in every inch of Harper. Every curve. The delicate lines of muscle from years of dance. Her skin seems to glow in the dim light. She’s a masterpiece.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper as my hands slide up Harper’s thighs.
She laughs, breathless and warm. I cup her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples until they harden under my touch. A moan escapes her lips as she arches into me. She’sso beautiful and delicate, with flushed cheeks and untamed hair.
“Put my dick inside you, Princess.”
For a second, we just gaze into each other’s eyes. Then she lowers onto my cock, slow and torturous, and we both gasp as I stretch her open.
“Jesus, Harper.” My fingers dig into her hips as she starts to move.
My vision tunnels. I’m consumed by nothing but her heat, her touch, the way she fits against me so perfectly, and the love that burns between us. I’ve loved Harper my entire life but I feared we’d never find our way to this place. We’re here now and it feels unreal.
The car rocks ever so slightly and the windows fog up. Someone could be walking by and I wouldn’t know. Wouldn’t give a fuck. They could watch, for all I care. No one exists except Harper and me. Just our bodies, our breaths, and our hearts beating in sync.
Each time I’ve been with her, I’ve shown a dominant side and whispered filthy words. This, right now in the Jeep, is about something different. It’s heated but tender. I’m so infatuated with the girl above me I can barely talk. The unspoken words in our gaze say more than our voices ever could.
