Page 78 of From the Start

“Don’t you dare drop me.”

I enter my bedroom and throw her on the bed. I whip off my t-shirt before crawling onto the bed between her legs.

I fiddle with the hem of her t-shirt. “May I remove this?”

“Are you going to ask my permission every step of the way?”

I kiss her stomach. “I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

She smiles at me and her dimples come out to play. “I won’t have any regrets, Goofy.”

“And you won’t think I’m goofy after tonight either.”

“Promises. Promises.”

“Arms up.” She lifts her arms and I yank her shirt off, leaving her in a white lace bra. “This is one sexy bra, Slugger.”

“I didn’t wear it for you. I wore it for me. It makes me feel pretty.”

“I can’t wait to see what other sexy lingerie you have.”

“If you’re going to stare at me all night and not touch me, you won’t get a chance.”

“I’ll touch. Don’t you worry.” I grin. “Hands on the headboard.”

She hesitates for a moment before reaching above her to clasp the headboard. “Good girl,” I mutter before drawing my fingers up her sides to reach her bra. “This is pretty but it has to go. I want to see your breasts.”

I flick the front clasp open and shove the material out of my way. I trace her nipple with my finger and watch as goosebumps form. I love how her body responds to me.

I bend over and latch onto her nipple. She moans and arches her back to push her breast into my mouth. I toy with her nipple. I lick and nibble until it’s a hard point. Then, I switch to her other breast.

Harper wraps her legs around my waist and grinds her core against my cock. I can feel how hot she is through her jeans.

“If you want this to last, you need to stop grinding against me.”

“I want you to make me scream.”

Which is what I’m doing. I want to drive her wild with need. Until she can’t help but beg for my cock. I want to hear my pretty woman beg for me. I want her dripping with need for me.

I lick her nipple before blowing on it and she moans as her legs tighten around me. My cock presses against my zipper. I’m going to have an imprint of my zipper on my cock before the night is done. Worth it.

“Please,” Harper breathes out.

“What do you need?”

“You. In me.”

“But I’m not done playing with these pretty nipples.” I tweak one and she swears under her breath.

“You’re cruel.”

I fiddle with the snap of her jeans. “Is it cruel if I remove your jeans?”

She releases the headboard and slaps my hand out of the way. I shackle her wrist. “Hands back on the headboard.”

“But you’re taking forever,” she whines.

“Do you want me to make you come?” She nods. “Do you want me to make you scream?”