Page 36 of The Best Man: Unfinished Business

Chapter Eighteen

Jordan

Jordan knew very well what she was saying, and the reality of what it meant.

Even though Harper stood just a few feet away in the living room, his approach took an eternity in Jordan’s mind of swirling thoughts.

Right away she understood what it had taken for Shelby to go after Quentin, even to break up a wedding.

To find the courage and put it all on the line.

Right here, right now, Jordan. Because even as Harper walked toward her, step by step by step, Jordan knew that one way or another, that night everything was going to change.

He understands now, she thought. There was nothing to say, just the music playing its haunting melody, the gravelly voice singing I see you, and Harper’s procession toward her.

His eyes were as dark as the ocean outside now, intent and looking right at her.

She studied him, his face, his shoulders, his body.

Her breath was faint, much quieter than her heartbeat, which was pounding loud enough to hear outside her chest. In three of those shallow breaths, he was there, right in front of her—all body heat and fragrance.

She lifted her chin toward his descending face and without hesitation, his lips were on hers—warm, soft, and wet.

Gently at first and then his mouth pressed into her own more forcefully, just like the hunger that had been building between them for decades.

This was dangerous, frightening. Consuming.

Here, there were no barriers or guardrails.

Only desire. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe this was the end of the world, but Jordan’s body had reached a place of no turning back.

Harper’s tongue slipped between her lips just as she felt his fingers in her hair, pulling her into him.

She gripped him back. Under her hands on his torso, ripples of taut muscle contracted with each of his movements.

She pulled him closer, between her legs so she could enwrap him with her thighs.

His tongue danced around in her mouth, making it feel all at once like he was swirling it within the space of her entire body, tickling inside her, causing her to squirm and writhe.

Between her legs, Jordan felt herself getting much wetter than she had ever been; her gap was warm inside and pulsing with its own type of heartbeat.

She pushed against him with her mouth, back in the game of give-and-take, and she answered each of his movements: a lick inside his mouth against the soft underbelly of his upper lip, or a tiny bite and tug of his lower one, just to keep things unexpected.

But there was no rush; they could explore all night, every crevice of mouth, crook of arm, space of cleavage, with clothes or without, they were only each other’s now.

With their mouths connected, tongues in play, Harper’s hands began to explore her, tracing the sides of her body, his thumbs tripping over the protrusion of her nipples.

The stimulation sent a shock of concentrated pleasure through her and Jordan reached her arms up to pull him even closer, letting his tongue fill more of her mouth.

More…more was all she could manage to think, curious about how long he would explore her, loving it, and wanting him to simply consume her all at once.

In response, Harper’s hands traveled down to grip the cheeks of her ass.

The fabric of her dress rubbed against her skin, a conduit of the warmth of his palms as he squeezed, spreading her more open than she already was, and making her start to think about him filling her in even more places.

She slid herself forward toward him, to pull down his soft wool suit jacket.

It fit him so well, and peeled down his arms like an expensive rind, revealing the contours and curves of the well-hewn muscles in his arms.

Harper …she whispered to herself, a reminder that it was really him, really them, really now.

And as his jacket came down, the hem of her skirt went up, pushed by Harper’s hands sliding against the smooth skin of her glistening legs, until it sat scrunched at her waist. The couch fabric beneath her bare ass awoke new sensations in her body, in anticipation of what would come next.

How and where she would be touched, what to explore next on Harper, but she didn’t get the chance to decide.

Harper’s warm mouth on her nipple brought her attention exactly there, to the delicious sensation and then even more alluring, to meet his eyes.

Yes, it was…him… Harper who she’d been wanting.

It was him making her feel this way, exciting her, pleasuring her, taking slow claim over each part of her body, enjoying it, enjoying her.

Slowly his eyes closed as he sucked, pulling her breast into his mouth with gentle tugs.

And then he slid his fingers into her mouth, twirling them there too.

The added stimulation made Jordan lean her head back and widen the opening of her legs, leaving her warm center exposed and vulnerable to the flow of cool air in the room.

It was only a matter of time before Harper would touch her there, but too much was happening now to consider it.

There was no time to think. He was already everywhere.

His fingers dipped into her mouth again and she sucked on them until he pulled them out.

He brought his moistened fingertips to twist around her left nipple, doubling the stimulation at her chest and the rapture she felt.

“It feels so good.” She sighed out the words, releasing the breath she’d been holding on to.

Yes, Harper… And she squirmed as the heat in her body threatened to explode its way out of her. “Yes…” she exhaled.

When her nipples were swollen and hard, darkened with arousal and slick with moisture, Harper captured her gaze again, and kept his eyes on hers as he trailed down past her torso to lift her dress higher.

She was fully exposed now and didn’t care, not even minding the friction of Harper’s sweater against her thigh as he lowered himself down past her hips until he was eye level with her carefully groomed panty-free pussy.

Her body tensed with anticipation, not knowing at all what to expect.

Then, the touch of his finger, right at the tip of so many nerve endings, was electrifying, and she moaned into his mouth as he brought himself up to kiss her again while his fingers fondled her deeper into arousal, just teasing at her opening but not yet inside.

Her body was freed now; she was too turned on to think clearly or to be uptight.

Everything was a haze of want and desire and building lust. Yes, it was Harper.

Harper, yes, it’s so good… I need to know…

to feel it, she thought as she brought her hands down to rapidly unbuckle his belt.

She dove downward into his pants while his fingers teased, making their way through her slit without any resistance.

She was so wet already, dripping, so wanting.

When her hands maneuvered past the band of his boxer briefs, and she wrapped her fingers around his thick erection, feeling the weighty girth she’d never expected throbbing in her palm, it elicited a quiet gasp of imagined pleasure as she stroked it with approval.

His fingers entered her now, but she wanted more.

She was going to need all of him, this …

the hardness of Harper’s erection in her hand, to feel his full manhood instead. Yes, Harper … let’s make it real.

Harper’s breath became heavy while kissing her.

“Jordan…” he whispered. So she stroked him more, liking the feeling of controlling him with her hands.

He was hers. She pulled him toward her, closer and closer to see if his bulbous tip could reach the opening of her lower lips.

She couldn’t help herself; her body was in control and begging for this…

come closer to me, Harper…closer. His hand cupped her breast, the flesh squeezed to point her nipple at him, only briefly, before his mouth covered it again, leaving her to breathe out a long and slow throaty moan of “ahhhhh…and ummmm…Harperrrr.” Harper sucked and bit her.

His fingers twirled down below, one hand still inside her making room, a place for the rest of him.

Jordan had to steady herself. She let go of Harper to put both hands behind her, gripping the edge of the sofa she was leaning on.

Her head fell back, letting her body rock, making her legs spread wider, opening farther.

Harper began to lower himself down the front of her body again, seeming to change angles with his fingers, until he was low enough to lift Jordan’s leg to rest over his shoulder.

Jordan easily adjusted her balance with her heel on his back, loving Harper’s adventurousness.

She let herself go with her mouth open to the ceiling, gasping with the waves of rapturous pleasure.