Falling for Mr. Wrong(10)
He twisted the knob and opened the door, following so closely behind Harper she couldn’t even slam the door on him, which he suspected she was inclined to do.
“Is that the thanks I get for ensuring you aren’t stuck outside in the rain all night?” He was pressed up against her from behind, and could practically feel her body humming in response. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“I don’t owe you any thanks, Noah Gunderson. I owe you a swift kick in the—” Noah leaned over and nuzzled her neck, right in that spot she once loved so much. They used to joke that her Achilles heel was in her neck—the minute Noah got her there, she was putty in his hands. He placed soft kisses interspersed with the tiniest licks beneath her ear, and her breath came harder as he reached around and unbuttoned her coat, allowing him to slide his hands up over her breasts.
“This is not what I want,” she said, but her hesitant response was as if she was turning down a decadent dessert because she’d decided to diet but didn’t truly mean it. “Because I hate you, Noah.”
Noah slid his hands to the V-neck edge of her dress, deftly slipping his fingers beneath to the edge of her bra until he found her nipples and pinched them, hard. Harper moaned, loudly. It was the moan of a woman on the edge. He hoped for his sake it wasn’t the edge of wanting to throttle him.
He groaned as he moved his lips up to her ear, swirling his tongue along the edge of it and inward. His cock had grown harder still in his pants, and he thrust softly against her ass, letting her know what she did to him. That she could arouse him in no time flat as if time hadn’t passed since they last did this. He skirted one hand along her dress, tugging it up and sliding beneath the silky layers, following her thigh till he reached the lower edge of her panties. Slipping his fingers beneath, he savored her sharp intake of breath as she gasped when his fingers came in contact with her intimate flesh. He found her wet and warm center and stroked his fingers along her lips, like he’d done so many times, swirling her juices and then sliding first one finger, then another inside of her. Fuck, he wanted to be inside her so badly he was not going to last.
“Harper, baby, you’re so slick and ready for me,” he said as she moaned, thrusting her hips toward his questing fingers. He turned her around, swiftly removing her coat, pulling up her dress as he squatted down to his knees, too turned on to even notice the cold, hard tile of the foyer beneath them. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder as his mouth found her pussy, and his tongue took long, slow passes along her seam before stroking around her clit.
“If you fucking stop now, I’ll kill you,” Harper said as she threaded her fingers through his hair, pressing his mouth to her core.
There was that dirty talk he was waiting for.
He looked up and her eyes were closed, her face etched with pleasure. He picked up the pace of his fingers pumping into her wet channel as his tongue stroked her clit while she thrust into his face. “That’s it, baby, rub your pussy on my face.” She moaned and screamed out his name as she came hard, her body trembling with the effort.
“You’d better put that fucking cock into me before I kill you,” she said, and he was perfectly happy to comply, quickly peeling his jeans down, then lifting Harper up and helping her wrap her legs around his hips as she settled herself onto his swollen cock.
“I hate you so much,” Harper said. Only it wasn’t her lips but her hips that were speaking the truth as they ground into Noah. He pressed his mouth to hers and they kissed like they had no choice, like the air would stop circulating and time would stand still and the earth would no longer rotate if they released their kiss. Harper pulled on his hair as her tongue dueled with his as if it was an epic battle she was determined to win. Noah gasped as he practically inhaled her mouth with his and then thrust his cock hard into her wet warmth, dismissing formalities, immediately quickening the pace, pumping faster and deeper. Finally he groaned and she moaned softly as he pressed deep inside of her and held her so hard to him he feared she’d end up with fingertip bruises on her hips. He came in hard jerks, and she quickly followed, her pussy clamping down on him as if it didn’t want to let go. Their breaths came in clipped measures, and they heaved as sweat dripped from their brows.
“Oh my God, Harper.” Noah paused to catch his breath. “That was intense.”
He held tightly to her, not wanting to let go of the moment, the moment he’d dreamed of for so long when the two of them were joined again as one. But was this a one-off, or could this be the start of a newer, better phase of Harper and Noah?
Chapter Eight
Harper wasn’t sure which of the many mistakes she’d made was the worst of them. Could it have been giving damned Noah what he wanted, like she was someone he could swoop in and sleep with as if nothing had happened? Ugh, she was not happy with herself about that. But then again, she needed to give herself a hall pass for it: what girl wouldn’t succumb, after not having any of that for so. damned. long?
Now, though, they’d done the deed. The man’s penis had been inside of her duplicitous body moments ago, and she was nearly paralyzed with remorse—not because it wasn’t incredible—it was as good as, if not better, than she remembered. But where on earth did she go from here? She was going to have to backpedal and let him know in no uncertain terms what just transpired was a big, fat, hairy mistake.