Page 34 of Take the Blame (Seaside Mergers #3)

This sparked my interest. Pushed me into taking my own control and moving my hand on my own as I explored the hard, warm flesh of his body in my grasp.

Shifting my grip, I gave him an explorative tug, wondering if I could feel how long he was.

It was as if he went on and on and on, but I couldn’t really gauge for sure while we were still trapped by his clothes.

I gave the velvety feel of him a few more pulls, becoming acquainted with the large veins that ran the sides of him and the rounded head that seemed a little wet already.

I also became acquainted with the sounds he made and how they differed from those of a kiss.

These were almost needy mixed with a combination of primal desire.

I was just running my fingertips along the other side of his length, the pads of them going all the way to the base of him when suddenly my hand was being yanked out and pinned to the door above my head.

“You’re done,” he growled. “No more touching.”

“Why?” I whined.

“Because your perfect little hands are going to make me embarrass myself, sweetheart,” he said, mouth pressed against my neck. He ran his pillowy lips up the side of my throat, kissing and nipping along the way. “And I want your legs wrapped around my face.”

Breathing hard, I moaned a little into his ear. “Okay.”

He pulled back to look at me. “You want to do that here?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?”

“No, that's a real question,” he said. “We’re in a dirty hideaway in a ball of hay, Alta. We can go somewhere else.”

“No,” I said. “Screw that.”

Eyebrows shot up along his face in surprise. Tilting forward I pressed my body into his savoring the feeling of his hard against my soft. I kissed him, cradling both sides of his face in my hands. And on his lips I amended. “I want you to make me feel good, Harper. I want you.”

“Alright,” he said. “So… Can I touch? ”

“Mhmm.” I nodded. Only because I didn’t want to scream, Yes, God, please!

Taking hold of me, Harper ran his hands up my waist onto my ribcage. Using the Ls of his fingers he cupped me underneath my breasts, pushing them up so they were basically spilling over the top of my skimpy top.

Peeking up at me, he raised an eyebrow. “Can I see?”

“Yes,” I breathed out needily.

Long fingers curled into the top of my shirt and tugged down until I was spilling out of the edge.

He let out a low curse as his eyes took in the shape of my breasts.

I let out a soft cry as his hands kneaded them, pinching the peaks in a tight squeeze.

He caught my moans on his tongue, kissing me quiet. Deep and rough as he worked me.

His hands slid down, tracing the shape of my body.

Pushing my shirt up around my ribs and running his palms along my bare stomach.

Sliding down so that they hooked into my shorts.

He didn’t pull them down. Instead, sliding his hands along the outline of them.

Top and bottom. The lower he got, so did his body and soon enough he was kneeling before me.

Hands grasping my hips as he looked up at me, heat heavy in his eyes.

He kissed my stomach causing every part of me to burn in anticipation. He kissed my hip bone and I trembled. He moved his lips lower. Low enough to kiss me where I wanted him most. But he stopped. Simply hovering there and causing me to whimper.

Eyes flicked up at me, amused as much as aroused. His lips quirked, and he couldn’t look more like himself with a sexy, mischievous smirk on his face. “Can I taste, baby?”

I trembled, because there was desperation in his gaze too. And as much as I wanted to believe that didn’t do things to me, it did. “Yes, please.”

He didn’t tease me any further.

Right there on his knees before me, Harper slid his fingers along the underside of my shorts, hooking into them and my panties as he pulled them to the side. I shivered as cold air hit my most sensitive parts. I felt myself getting wetter as Harper looked at me like I was his favorite candy.

And I let out a moan as his lips finally, finally touched my sex.

Gentle, in a kiss at first, like he had to pay affection to it before he proceeded any further.

His telltale groan slipped out as he made contact, vibrating my center and making me moan.

Moving, Harper pulled my shorts further to one side and gripped the underside of my thigh to lift it so it decorated his shoulder.

He licked me next, and that groan came out like a wash of praise in response. But he didn’t stop, continuing to slide his tongue through my warmth so thoroughly I felt unstable on my one grounded leg.

“Jesus, Harper,” I moaned. “That feels so good.”

“Mmm,” he hummed from deep in his chest. “You taste amazing. So sweet, Ally.”

I sucked in a breath. I wasn’t sure he’d ever used that name with me before. Only the people at the shop ever called me that, never him. It seemed intimate coming from his mouth, and it brought on emotions that were too strong for what was happening now.

They did not belong in this spontaneous hook up.

Luckily, my body hadn’t stalled like my mind did. The use of the nickname sending me into a frenzy, my hips rocking me against his tongue, his encouraging sounds egging me on.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

“Harper,” I whined. “Please?”

“Please what?” He lapped up my wetness in a long line. “Say it, Alta. Ask me.”

“Make me come,” I breathed.

As if rewarding me, he slid a finger inside as he sucked that sensitive bundle of nerves and I think I melted. My hands shot into his soft curls and held on against my own judgment. “Oh my God! ”

Another finger found its way inside and I felt my walls tighten around them.

He stroked me once and I felt my whole lower body clench.

Twice and I felt myself tremble. He pumped three more times while using his tongue harder and faster and I cried out into the night air loud enough that someone must have been able to hear me.

My body was tight, my core unbelievably twisted and all my senses just one step from being sent over the edge.

That edge was another one of those praising rumbles he gave from deep in his throat. It vibrated against my center as he licked at it and fingered me punishingly, and for all I was holding onto his hair I was not able to hold onto my sanity.

I came with an explosion of sensation taking over my entire body. Pleasure rocketed through all of my limbs, making every inch of me up to my fingertips and down to my toes feel like little sparks were burning under my skin.

Loud or at least louder than I’ve ever been, I cried out with my release.

And poor Harper had to deal with my vice grip on his head as I rode my orgasm out to absolute completion along his lips.

He wasn’t helping by the way he wouldn’t stop licking me.

Soothing now, in slow laps. But each stroke caused me to jerk more as he stimulated my now sensitive flesh.

Finally, when I felt there was no viable bone left in my body and I was practically slumped against the hay covered door, Harper gave me one final kiss before pulling away.

He didn’t get far. He continued his kisses along my hip and stomach. I think he would have done this all night if my leg didn’t wobble, threatening to throw me off balance and tumble us both to the floor. I wouldn’t have even cared if I fell at that point. I felt too good. Too loose and free.

Leaning down, Harp removed my leg from over his shoulder and gently guided it to the ground. When he pulled away I swear my knees buckled, but luckily his hands were swift in grasping me about the hips as he stood up.

“Hold onto my shoulders,” he said, his voice low and soft as it brushed my cheeks.

I did as he said and the next thing I knew I was being swept off the ground.

Harper had a tight arm around my back and walked with ease to God knows where.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face there, my lips finding his throat as my instincts told me to give him back everything he’d just given me.

Below us, I think he kicked something, and I pulled back enough to see he’d moved a bale of hay to our original spot in front of the door with his foot. Then he was setting me down to sit on it gingerly.

And he was pulling away.

“No,” I said. Immediately, holding onto him tighter. The move pulled him haphazardly overtop of me, my legs having to spread as my back leaned along the hay bale and his hips fell onto mine. I bit my lip as I moaned, his weight pressing into my overstimulated areas nicely. “Where are you going?”

“I’m giving you space,” he said. “You know, to get situated.”

I blinked though I admit it was slow. If he didn’t get his butt over here I would fall asleep. “How are you supposed to get… situated away from me?”

He blinked this time, his head tilting slightly as he looked at me. Then his eyes widened. “Alta…”

“Harper,” I breathed. “Don’t say what I think you’re going to say.”

“I’m not fucking you in a maze,” he said. “On hay.”

“And why not?” I asked. “You just touched me in one. On hay .”

He shook his head. “That’s because—that’s different. This isn’t part of our deal anyway. The deal is I make you feel good. Not the other way around.”

“Okay, aside from that being the craziest thing I’ve ever heard, that was never the deal,” I said. “The deal was you teach me how to stand up for myself and tell people what I want. And you offered yourself up in the process. So here I am telling you what I want. And offering myself right back.”

“That’s not?—”

“It is,” I said. “It’s what I want, Harper. You’re what I want.”

He paused, his eyes slow as he watched me for a long moment. He cleared his throat. “Why?”