Or maybe they didn’t. He could show her how to do this. How to have fun. How to experiment. How to get as dirty and crazy as they wanted to be since it really didn’t matter because they were doing it together.
“You’re going to like it,” he said as he rested his hands on her hips. “With you on top, I’ll go extra deep.”
Her gaze flared with heat at his words. She liked it when he talked, too, and he was holding himself back, not even letting the dirty words fly like he usually did.
He pulled her on top of him, grasping the base of his dick with one hand and guiding toward her entry. He pushed inside her hot, wet depths, both hands gripping her hips once more, and she slung her head back, her eyes sliding closed as she sank all the way down the length of his cock. Until he was fully embedded, throbbing deep inside her.
“Oh.” She kept her head thrown back, her tongue coming out to lick her lips, and he watched her in complete silent fascination. Her body bowed forward, her chest thrust toward him, pretty pink nipples begging for a lick, a suck. He released a shaky breath, trying to keep it together, but it was damn hard.
She was so beautiful, so sexy and so fucking real. He’d put this moment off for days. Hell, for years. That one amazing night when they’d kissed all those years ago, he’d known it would be good between them. That they would just naturally fit. From the first moment he saw her after arriving back in Wildwood, he’d had the same feeling again. It would be so good between them. The attraction was there. The spark, the heat, the trust, the friendship they shared burned brighter than ever.
He’d been putting off the inevitable. And now that he was inside her, that they were as connected as two human beings could be, he could kick himself for not doing this sooner.
Like eight years earlier.
“You were right,” she said as her hips slowly started to move. She tipped her head toward his, her lips curled in a tiny smile. “You’re so deep.”
“You’ve really never been on top before?” Why the hell did he ask that? He didn’t want to think of her with someone else, some other guy’s dick inside her body. That was all sorts of fucked up.
“Well, I have.” She made an awkward face, her lips quirking to the side. “But never like this.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He tightened his hold on her hips, his gaze locked on where their bodies were connected. His cock disappeared inside her body, in, out. In. Out. Christ, that was hot. He was sweating. The tingling had already started at the base of his spine and his balls drew up close to his body.
Damn it, he was going to come, and he wasn’t ready yet.
“You feel so good.” She started to increase her pace, lifting her arms up so she gathered her hair in her hands, piling it on top of her head. “I think I could c
ome again.”
Ah. That gave him reason to stop thinking about his orgasm barreling down on him. “You could?”
“Hmm.” She was so lost in her own pleasure she didn’t notice when he leaned in and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking it lightly. A gasp escaped her and she curled her arms around his head, her hands in his hair as she mashed his face to her chest. “I really love it when you do that.”
West had a feeling she loved it when he did anything to her.
Her leisurely pace soon became inadequate. He needed more. He needed faster, deeper penetration. Grabbing hold of her, he wrapped his arms around her body and held her still, lifting his hips so he could ram up inside her. A shocked moan left her lips and he clutched the back of her head, kissing her deep, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth in time with the thrusts of his cock inside her body.
She broke the kiss first, her breathing ragged, her damp body clinging to his. “S-so close,” she whispered brokenly, her words only spurring him on.
He thrust deep. Deeper. His orgasm growing bigger, hovering closer, until finally he came with a shout and his entire body shuddered with the impact. Harper cried out, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, her face buried against his shoulder as she shivered uncontrollably. She clung to him and he clung to her, like they needed the closeness.
Savoring it.
Once he recovered, he smoothed his hand down her back, trying to calm her, calm himself. His heart racing, he took deep, even breaths, letting the hazy sleepiness that always seemed to come after an excellent bout of sex slowly wash over him.
Harper didn’t allow them to wallow for long. She gently withdrew her body from his and, smiling down at him, dropped a kiss on his forehead before she took off for the bathroom without a word. Frowning, West watched her go, his gaze lingering on the pert curve of her ass.
Shit. Wasn’t he supposed to be the one who went to the bathroom to take care of the condom? He pulled it off and got up, tossing it in the trash in the kitchen before making a mental note to throw that garbage outside first thing tomorrow morning. With his luck, one of his brothers would stop by and see a discarded condom in the trash and ask him whom he’d boned. They were that crude. And that nosy. Then again, so was he. Hell, he knew Lane would figure it out quick if he found even the smallest clue.
He was exiting the kitchen when Harper walked past him, headed straight for the trench coat, which she snatched off the floor and slipped back on her body, tying the fabric belt extra tight around her waist.
“Guess the panties are a lost cause.” She nodded toward the discarded scraps of black lace scattered on the floor.
“Sorry about that.” West rubbed his jaw, feeling like shit for destroying her panties. He didn’t know what had come over him.
Harper. That’s what came over you.
“Don’t apologize. It was hot, the way you ripped them off my body. Like you couldn’t control yourself.” She smiled at him as she slipped on her impossibly high heels, wobbling a little bit. Reaching up, she finger combed her sexy-messy hair, glancing about the room like she might’ve forgot something else. As if she were looking for her opportunity to make her escape.