She Loves Me (Harmony Pointe #3) - Melissa Foster Page 0,101

I want another one for my desk at Dutch’s and a big one to hang up behind the bar.”

“You are not doing that,” she said with a laugh. “Nobody wants to see us being fools.”

“Oh, I’m doing it.” He set the picture down and said, “Right after I do you.”

In the next breath she was lying on the bench, pinned beneath his big, delicious body, and he was gazing down at her with a wicked glint in his eyes, like he wanted to gobble her up.

And boy, did she want him to.

His mouth swooped down, capturing hers urgently, igniting the inferno that was always simmering between them. He made guttural, appreciative noises, each one amping up her arousal. His hands moved roughly over her body from breast to hip and back up again, touching her like he couldn’t get enough and was powerless to hold anything back. He rocked his hard shaft against her center, creating exquisite friction that had her angling her body and bowing up beneath him to catch every second of it. He broke their kisses off and stripped off her shirt, groaning at the sight of her bare breasts. She’d never tire of the way he adored her breasts. His desire sent fire and something bigger through her veins, and she pushed at his shirt. He stripped it off and lowered his mouth over one breast, sucking so hard she felt it between her legs.

“Oh, Harley—”

“Fuck, baby. When you do that it makes me want to tear off your clothes and take you hard.”

“Do it,” she demanded.

He reached between them and struggled with her button-fly jeans. They were an old pair, and difficult to undo. She took over, and they both stood and stripped off their clothes. He grabbed the box of condoms. As he opened the box, she pushed his chest, sending him down to his ass on the bench. Every second seemed like an eternity as he tore open the condom. She stood before him, knowing how much he loved seeing her touch herself, and put her hand between her legs as he sheathed his length. He reached for her, curling his big hand around the curve of her hip, drawing her to him. His eyes flamed as she straddled him. She didn’t even try to stifle the moan that escaped as she sank down on his thick cock. He grabbed her ass with both hands as she rode him hard and fast. When his mouth clamped down over her breast, she nearly came, but she held back. She loved riding him, taking him so deep the mix of pain and pleasure sent electricity arcing through her. Her thoughts fractured as he sucked and fucked until she was barely breathing. Her entire body felt like one raw nerve. He brought one hand between them, expertly stroking the spot that sent the world careening away. She bucked and thrust as he clamped his hands around her waist, helping her move faster along his shaft, extending and magnifying her pleasure. Her vision blurred, their moans and groans filling the air as he took control and sent her soaring again. She cried out his name and he was right there with her.

“Piper, fuck, Piper . . .”

They rode out their pleasure to the very last shudder and collapsed in each other’s arms. Their breathing was erratic, their hearts pounding frantically as they lay bound together in the blissful aftermath of their lovemaking.

Sometime later, when her vision finally cleared, Piper rested her head on Harley’s shoulder, their bodies still connected, as she panted out, “Where have you been all my life?”

“Right here, Pipe.” His hot breath swept across her neck. “Always right here.”

Lord help her. She didn’t just love that night.

She was falling in love with Harley Dutch.

CHAPTER TWENTY

MOTHER’S DAY MORNING arrived with sunshine and the promise of a warm day, and Piper’s family was celebrating with brunch at Willow and Zane’s house. Everyone was there, including Bodhi’s mother, Alisha, and Aurelia’s grandmother, Flossie, who had stepped in to raise Aurelia after Aurelia’s mother had died during childbirth. Remi and Mason, honorary members of the Dalton family, were also there. Piper sat at the patio table with Emerson on her lap, feeling Harley’s absence like a missing limb. He would get a kick out of Bea toddling across the yard after Louie, who was blowing bubbles. Every few steps, Bea plopped onto her bottom, giggling. It had been a week and a half since their romantic night on