Until Harmony (Until Her 4)

“Door should be open. Owners said they’d leave the key on the counter in the kitchen,” I tell her, and she grins then leans in, touching her mouth to mine. Pulling away way too fucking quickly, she pushes open the door and gets out. I open my door and get out to meet her at the trunk, where I grab both my duffle and her large suitcase. I follow behind her up to the deck and into the house when she opens the door.

I drop our bags by the stairs that lead to the bedroom on the second floor, then take her hand and pull her into the house. Releasing her so she can keep going into the living room, I stop at the kitchen to grab the keys off the counter and read the note the owners left with rules for the garbage, since there are black bears around, and instructions on how to use the hot tub. Checking the fridge, I scan the items inside to make sure they got everything I asked for, including two bottles of champagne.

It’s all there, so I make my way to Harmony, who’s standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows in the living room. I walk up behind her, curling my arms around her middle and dropping my chin to the top of her head. Looking out at the view, I see nothing but serenity, nothing but forest, nothing but peace. I know this is the right place to ask her to spend the rest of her life with me.

“Did I see that you stocked the fridge?” she asks, turning in my arms and raising a brow.

I pull her impossibly closer, sliding my hands down to rest just above her ass. “Yep.”

“So we’re not going out to eat?”

“Told you I don’t plan on us spending much time out of bed while we’re here,” I answer, and she smiles, running her hands up my chest.

“Do you feel like giving me a tour of the bedroom now?” She drops her eyes to my mouth as I slide my hands down over her ass and pick her up, her legs wrapping around my hips and her mouth dropping to mine. After I carry her up the stairs to the bedroom, neither of us even bother looking around.

***

Hours later, feeling Harmony shift, I look down at her and see that her eyes are open, the moonlight shining into the room through the large windows, casting a soft glow on her naked skin. After we both came, her twice—once with my mouth, the other right before I came hard and deep inside of her—I made us dinner, steaks I cooked on the grill on the back deck, baked potatoes, and fresh green beans. We ate outside, laughed, drank—me beer, her wine—and then we came back upstairs, where I made love to her again.

I wasn’t lying when I told her I didn’t plan on us spending much time out of the bed. I don’t get her time as often as I want right now, not with her schedule of long days and the extra classes on her days off. I know in the end it will pay off for both of us, but right now, that shit sucks.

“There’s a hot tub.”

The quietly spoken words bring me out of my head, and I tip my head to look down at her, finding hers tilted back to look up at me.

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t tell me there would be a hot tub.”

“It was part of the surprise.”

“It would be an even better surprise if I had brought a suit so I could use it.”

“Angel.” I roll her to her back and look down at her. “You don’t need a suit.”

“I do,” she argues, and then gasps as I nip her bottom lip.

“You don’t.” I cover her mouth with mine, feeling her fingers slide through my hair. Deepening the kiss and taking everything she’s willing to give me, I take more. Fuck, I love her mouth. I love her body. I love her. Sliding one hand up her outer thigh then across her stomach and down between her legs, I groan when I find her already wet.

“Fuck, I need another taste of you already,” I say, tugging my mouth from hers and kissing down her neck to her breast. Stopping there, I pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard then flicking the tip with my tongue. Her back arches off the bed and she moans loudly. Rolling her clit with my thumb, my hips jerk when her warm, soft hand wraps around my cock. I groan, lean back, and slide my hands down her sides to her thighs, opening them up.

Pulling myself from her grasp, I toss her leg over my shoulder then drop my face between her legs and lick, listening to her moan as her taste hits my tongue. Sweet, so fucking sweet. Her back arches and her hips surge off the bed, sending her deeper into my mouth. Thrusting two fingers into her wet, tight heat, I lift them, rubbing against her G-spot.