She Loves Me (Harmony Pointe #3) - Melissa Foster Page 0,58

you touch me. Suck harder.”

He sealed his mouth over the curve at the base of her neck, sucking harder as he pushed his other hand beneath her shirt and bra and gently squeezed her nipple.

“So good,” she panted out, craning her neck to the side, giving him better access to devour her heated flesh.

He quickened his pace between her legs, earning a sharp gasp with every stroke of the secret spot that had her rising on her toes. “Stay with me tonight,” he said into her ear.

“I don’t do sleepovers.”

He gritted his teeth against the sting of her response, wanting to be so much more than a good fuck. “You’re safe with me, Pipe. You can trust me.”

“I know, but . . .” She shook her head, pressing her ass harder against his erection, and said, “Just touch me.”

He knew she felt their connection as deeply as he did. If only he could figure out how to make her feel safe enough that she wouldn’t be afraid to acknowledge it.

Patience, he reminded himself as he kissed her shoulder, working hard to push those thoughts away, and sank his teeth into her flesh, giving her what she wanted.

“Harley” fell from her lips, followed by a low, hungry sound. She ground her ass against him as she rode his fingers and said, “Do that again.”

He brought his thumb to her clit and bit down on her shoulder, squeezing her nipple with his other hand harder. She gasped and whimpered.

“I want your mouth,” he demanded.

She turned her head, and he slanted his mouth over hers, swallowing her needful sounds. He ground against her ass, fucking her faster with his fingers. She was so wet and tight, when he pushed a third finger into her, her head fell back with a long, surrendering moan. He grabbed her jaw, bringing her mouth back to his as her climax took hold. Her sex pulsed tight and greedy around his fingers. He didn’t relent. His tongue plundered to the same frantic pace as his fingers, until her jaw fell slack, and she collapsed forward, her trembling arms braced on the sink.

“I want your cock,” she panted out.

“No.” He turned her in his arms, taking her in another passionate kiss.

She tore her mouth away, eyes narrowed, skin flushed. “I said I want your cock, so unless you’re not clean . . .” She licked her hand and pushed it into his briefs, palming his hard length. “I’m going to have it.”

He was so hungry for her touch, to make love to her, his thoughts shattered as she stroked him, slow and tight. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the edge of the sink to keep his balance. Fucking ankle. If he weren’t injured, he’d haul her ass into his arms and toss her onto his bed, taking her every which way to Sunday.

She held his gaze as she yanked down his shorts, dropped to her knees, and lowered her mouth over his shaft.

“Christ,” he hissed out.

She grinned around his cock, and he shifted, leaning his butt against the sink, allowing him to stay off his bad ankle while burying his hands in her hair. When he thrust his hips, her challenging gaze hit him with the force of an earthquake. She let him lead, taking his cock to the back of her throat time and time again. Lust pounded through him as he watched his shaft moving in and out of her hot, willing mouth. When she cupped his balls, a loud groan escaped his lungs. She grabbed his thighs, pulling back and teasing the head of his erection with her tongue. The sight of her loving him with her hands and mouth sent heat searing through him. He grabbed the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm, wanting to enjoy every second of her. Her eyes narrowed, and she reached between her legs, touching herself as she loved him. Holy. Hell. She took them both right up to the edge of ecstasy.

“Keep going,” he ground out. “I want to see you come while you suck me.”

He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking himself as her mouth moved along his length. She quickened her efforts between her legs, then slowed for both of them, and he didn’t miss a beat, stroking in time to her lead. He could barely see, couldn’t think, as she brought him to the brink of madness. The glimmer of achievement in her eyes made him go wild, thrusting harder and