dip with her fingertips. His skin was hot, his muscles hard, and he groaned when she slid her arms around his waist and grabbed his ass.
“I want to touch you,” he whispered, his muscles quivering beneath her fingers as they traced the curve of his ass and skated along his waist to the front. “You’re killing me.”
“Patience.” She stepped forward and pressed her lips to his shoulder, the tip of her tongue flicking out to lick him. He tasted salty, with a tangy undertone of citrus cologne. Her tongue traveled the length of his collarbone, lingered in the dip between, before doing the same on the other.
Only then did she slip her hand in the front of his boxers.
His breathing quickened and his lips parted as she delved deeper. He gasped as she wrapped her hand around him, all that hard perfection encased in soft velvet.
“Enough,” he growled, stilling her hand. “My turn.”
Harper liked taking charge in the bedroom because it gave her some sense of control when the rest of her life was spiraling out of it. But giving herself over to Manny’s ministrations felt natural as he lowered her onto the bed and worshipped her with his mouth, his tongue, and his hands.
He unclasped her bra, sliding it over her arms with reverence as his mouth claimed one nipple, his thumb and forefinger twirling the other, sending sensation streaking through her body and pooling between her legs.
She writhed as he alternated between sucking and laving one nipple, and plucking at the other, until she didn’t know where his mouth ended and her body began.
“So hot,” he murmured when he eventually lifted his head, his eyes glazed and unfocused.
He slid down her body, taking her panties with him, leaving her exposed. She stiffened for a second, hoping he couldn’t see all of her in the dark, before forcing herself to relax. There was barely a strip of light on the ceiling from the reflected glow of the balcony light. He couldn’t see the patches unless he had X-ray vision.
With the first touch of his tongue against her clitoris, her worries evaporated. The second had her arching off the bed. The third had her hands blindly reaching for his head to anchor him in place. Then she lost all sense as he tongued her with the expertise of a man who knew how to please a woman. He slid one finger inside her, another, her pleasure building too quickly, not quick enough.
As his fingers mimicked what she yearned for him to do with the impressive appendage she’d had her fingers wrapped around not that long ago, he sucked on her clit and she came apart on a yell. Wave after wave rippled over her, setting her nerve endings alight.
She had no idea where he produced a condom from—magic Manny indeed—but the moment he slid into her, inch by exquisite inch, was pure heaven.
Harper hadn’t known what to expect when she eventually had sex with Manny, but it sure wasn’t this . . . this . . . tenderness. They’d been so hot for each other she’d anticipated hard and fast, but as he slid in and out, oh so slowly, giving a soft grunt every time, she gave herself over to the intimacy of it.
His lips fused to hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, testing, tasting. His hands slid under her ass, changing the angle, and soon she was climbing toward climax again. So close . . . just out of reach . . . he bit down on her lip and drove into her one last time and she flew, her orgasm crashing over her a moment before his breath shuddered out on a long, low moan.
When Harper could eventually get her brain to work in sync with her mouth, she said, “That was . . .”
“Magic?”
“Yeah, if that does it for you,” she said, chuckling.
“You do it for me.”
The amusement faded from his eyes, replaced by an emotion she dared not label for fear of reading too much into this.
So she deflected, something she’d become a master at.
“I’m glad you think so, because I intend on doing it for you all night long.”
30
The rich aroma of coffee woke Manny. He’d been having the most amazing dream . . . then he opened his eyes, blinked, and realized the reality far surpassed his fantasy.
Harper sat on the side of the bed and placed a steaming cup of coffee on the bedside table.
“Good morning.” She leaned down to press