and I saw her in a completely different way. It wasn’t about the sex.
“It’s about the release,” I said, my voice calm. Quiet. “You want to come, to feel good, even just for a moment. To forget, don’t you?”
She looked over my shoulder, color brightening her cheeks. Her shoulders went up. Yeah, I’d hit a nerve, and that meant I was getting close to the truth.
“Had a rough day? Tell me about it.” I gave her thighs a little squeeze, ignored how soft her skin felt. How supple the toned flesh was.
“Why?”
I cocked my head, studied her. “Because I like you, and I want to know.”
“No.” I felt her body stiffen, watched as her shoulders went back. She shook her head, her hair falling in front of her face again. She ruthlessly tucked it behind her ears. “I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck, but I don’t do relationships.”
“So, Larry then. As for relationships? Good. Neither do I.”
I wanted to be honest with her. I’d kill for a relationship with someone like her, but no. I wasn’t that much of an asshole. I wasn’t going to bring her down into my world. She deserved so much more. She already was so much more.
When she wiggled her hips, I let go of my hold. She slithered back and lowered to her knees, looked up at me through her lashes. Shit. Harper on the floor between my legs was fucking hot, and my dick throbbed. The idea of those pouty lips stretched wide around it had me stifling a groan. When her hands slid up my thighs, I knew once she succeeded in her task of getting my dick out, I wouldn’t have any more control.
“No.” The word came out sharper than I wanted, but hell, she was about to touch my dick. “You won’t use a BJ to keep from talking.”
Using my fighter strength, I tugged her back up onto my lap, her skirt riding up to her hips. My hands went back to her thighs.
“No?” she asked, her brow crinkled in a frown. “You don’t want my mouth?”
“If I wanted to be serviced, I’d go to a whore. That’s not you, Harper.”
Angry fire filled her eyes, her cheeks flushing. “How dare—”
“No,” I said again. “You want my attention? You crave being with someone? That’s fine. I’ll even get you off. But not like this.”
“Fine, we’ll fuck,” she snapped.
My thumbs slid back and forth over her inner thighs. Slowly, I moved them closer and closer to her pussy which was covered in a thin scrap of pale pink silk and lace. Good thing my dick was still in my pants. It was the only way to keep from busting a nut. The fabric clung to her folds, which were clearly outlined by the damp silk. I wanted to touch what was beneath, to feel her heat, her wetness, learn how soft she’d be. But not today.
“No fucking,” I countered.
All I did was brush my thumbs over the delicate edges of her panties, back and forth.
“Reed,” she murmured, letting her eyes fall closed.
Fuck. I could come from just that sound, the feel of her, the sight of her panties, the scent of her.
“You want to come?” I whispered.
She didn’t open her eyes, just nodded her head. Bit her lip.
Moving my right thumb an inch, I moved it over her clit. I didn’t press down, just brushed over it through her panties. I wanted answers, and I was going to get them. A pliant and mindless Harper was the only way she was going to open up.
“Why Larry?”
I waited, let her sink more into her clit being stroked. Asked again.
“He… he offered the other day. He’s easy.”
That was true. He was a total man whore.
“Why didn’t you come to me?”
When she didn’t answer, I stroked over her panties a little faster. I watched her face, learned what made her hot.
“I… I don’t know you.”
Bad answer. “You don’t know Larry. Why, princess?”
She whimpered when I stilled my thumb.
“Why?”
She licked her lips. “Because you’re not easy. Because I would want more.”
I wasn’t sure if I should be thrilled or disappointed, but I rewarded her with a slip of my thumb.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“You’re a good girl, princess. You deserve more than a fuck in a stairwell.”
She shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut. “I don’t want it.”
“Yes, you do. You crave being with someone. You deserve more than a mindless release. You deserve an even exchange.” And her on her knees before me, sucking