Harper wasn’t going to think too hard on how easy it had been for him to unhook her bra. She watched him pull his t-shirt over his head, his abs rippling as he dropped it at the foot of her bed. Oh, my, holy hotness—he was more defined and harder than she’d imagined. He definitely spent time at the gym, that was for damn sure.
Okay, pick your jaw up and stop salivating.
She pushed herself up and scooted to the edge of the bed so she could unbutton his pants. Unfastening his jeans, she reached into his boxers, gripping his thick cock and stroking him up and down.
His breathing hitched as he looked down at her with hooded eyes and cupped the side of her head. His hand moved to her bun, pulling her hair free. Parker sank his fingers into it as it spilled down her back. She loved the feeling of him toying with the strands.
“I’ve wanted to see you with your hair down since the moment I saw you.”
“Do you like what you see?”
“Beautiful,” he said, his voice gruff.
Harper kept running her hand along his hard length in a steady motion. It made him grip her hair a little tighter. The small pull against her scalp sent tingles of awareness through every part of her. There was nothing beyond him—raw, primal male standing in her bedroom—and her taking him in her hand from root to tip and back again. She loved how he sucked in air at her touch. She did that to him, gave him that pleasure. It brought her a sense of power, which had nothing to do with career ambition and everything to do with being a woman, sensual and desired.
Parker pulled away from her. “Easy, gorgeous. I don’t want to end this before it gets started.”
She couldn’t help the blush that flushed her cheeks. He pushed his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion and kicked them away. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. His muscles weren’t the only things that were big.
She scooted toward the headboard as he crawled onto the bed, his body looming over hers and pinning her to the mattress. Parker’s hand moved to her breast, tweaking and pulling at her nipples. His touch seared her skin. Her breasts had never been very responsive, but when he twisted one nipple and brought the other into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth, it sent her soaring.
“Oh, god.”
He moved between her thighs and tugged her skirt down her legs, tossing it aside. She closed her eyes as he licked his way up her inner thigh, then popped them open again at the feeling of his teeth nipping her clit through her lace-covered panties. His fingers moved the sheer material to the side, and he circled his thumb around the sensitive bundle of nerves. The onslaught of sensation and slow, steady strokes of his thumb almost sent her over the edge.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
She moaned, grinding into his hand. He slid a finger along her slit and pushed inside of her, pumping his finger in and out of her pussy. Her hands dug into the duvet cover as she teetered on the cusp of release. Her body trembled under his addictive touch, taking her higher and higher.
When his finger curved upward and found that special spot, it made her scream out his name as she rode his hand through her orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, the onslaught of sensation almost too much to bear.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” he murmured.
He’d completely shattered her, but he gave her a moment to recover as she came crashing back down. Harper’s breathing and heart rate slowly returned to normal. She’d needed that release more than she realized. Her strung-up nerves were long gone as she relaxed into the mattress. Now she wanted to make Parker feel just as good.
She rolled to the side of the bed and grabbed a condom from her nightstand drawer. Parker arched an eyebrow as she tore into the crinkling foil, but he didn’t say anything about her being prepared. After all, wasn’t she a single woman? She didn’t need to explain herself to anyone.
“Lay back,” she said with a smile.
He watched her roll on the condom with deft fingers. She crawled on top of him and poised his cock at her desire-slick entrance. He grabbed her hips as she slid down his length. Not only was he long, he was thick, and he stretched her more than his fingers had. The bone-deep feeling of being filled nearly stole her breath away.
Slowly, she began to ride him, her hands splayed over his chest and her hair fell on both sides of his face as she leaned forward with each thrust. Deepening the strokes, he gripped her hips even harder. His hand moved up to pinch a nipple bouncing teasingly in his face. A moan escaped her throat as he drew her other nipple into his mouth, his tongue tracing seductive circles around its peak.
She whimpered. God, she’d known her fair share of men, but none had made her body respond so fully. Another orgasm drew ever closer as he paid homage to her body with his mouth—his very skilled mouth. Then she let the erotic sensations tamp down any thought.
Parker’s fingers dug into her hips as she swayed back and forth on his wonderful, overpowering cock, trying to take him as deeply as she possibly could. She wanted him to hit her G-spot and make her come again. He pushed firmly against her inward thrusts, and rewarded her with a groan.
It empowered her knowing she had the same irresistible effect on him that he had on her. Her pace picked up as she rode his cock, and his hands circled around to cup her ass. He drew her deeper, finding the spot she needed him to hit so badly. Her pussy clenched around him. As her inner walls contracted with him filling her to the hilt, and it sent her spiraling toward her climax.
“I’m going to come.” She barely gritted out the words.
He obliged by thrusting into her with such abandon she felt like she might die. She’d never orgasmed with this kind of devastating intensity. All she could do was clutch his shoulders and hang onto him as she rode him into oblivion.
Harper cried out, ecstasy rushing through her. Her orgasms were becoming one, like a wave, and she was barely aware of her surroundings. With a grunt, she felt his cock twitch, jetting heat into the condom. This man wreaked havoc on her senses, completely overwhelming every thought that usually filled her head with the cases piled on her desk. Nothing had prepared her for this. Every experience paled in comparison.
She laid her full weight on top of him, eyes closed, with her face in his neck. His length still throbbed inside of her. His heart beat against her chest, her breasts crushed against him, her softness melding into his hardness.
Parker wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her back, and if he kept it up, she might’ve stayed in his arms. But Harper wasn’t about to break one of her rules, so she gently rolled away from him. Her heart was running on empty for a long time, and she preferred to keep it that way. It was easier than worrying if she’d pick the wrong partner and end up losing herself.
Then she felt the bed move. She curled into a well-satisfied sleep, happy that he was leaving and she wouldn’t have to deal with an awkward morning after.
* * *
Parker pulled the condom off and padded to the bathroom to dispose of it. When he returned to the bed, he debated for half a second whether he should shrug on his clothes and head home. But when he looked at her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, he couldn’t tear himself away. She was lying on her side, breathing softly. He smiled to himself. Her falling asleep so quickly was a sure sign he’d thoroughly satisfied her. It was something he planned to repeat a few thousand times.
Harper was even more beautiful, more vulnerable looking while she was sleeping. He’d gone for the groupie type a couple times, when he was drunk as hell at some after-party. She wasn’t like any of them. He wasn’t sure what that meant other than wanting to know her on a level he’d never cared about before.
Sure, he’d had a few beers tonight, but he’d deliberately bumped into her because he wanted to know her. He needed to talk to her, find out what was behind the mischief shimmering in her eyes. She was more intoxicating than any drink. He sat gently on the side of the bed and settled in next to her, careful not to disturb her sleep.
A faint murmur escaped as he curled onto his side, careful not to touch her. He found himself wanting to spoon around her, but he was afraid he might startle her. So he stared at the ceiling for a while, listening to her slow, even breathing. Eventually, his eyes drifted shut.
It seemed as if he’d hardly closed his eyes when the morning light and sound of sea gulls filtered through her bedroom window. Her disheveled hair sprawled wildly around her, but she’d never looked more beautiful or natural. He crept out of bed, careful not to disturb her, and pulled on his jeans. She barely stirred as he made his way to the kitchen.
Both her kitchen and sticking around were uncharted territory for him. He opened cabinets, hunting for the coffee. After a few wrong turns, he found it and put a pot on. He’d planned on making her breakfast, but her fridge was a barren wasteland. Scratch that idea. Her cell phone sat on the counter, and he decided to take matters into his own hands.
He opened her contacts, entering his name and cell number, then called himself so he could add her number to his phone. Parker wasn’t sure what made him go to such lengths, but he had to see her again. What sounded like a curse came from the bedroom, and he decided he’d made the right choice, even though part of him felt like a sneaky bastard.