Page 21 of Unmasking Love (D.C. Renegades #1)

Aiden

Dancing In the Dark

I will never let go of Harper's hand. It feels right, perfect, nestled into mine.

Her fingers are soft and delicate and, fuck me, when her nails were skimming my neck and down my chest I almost fainted from the pleasure.

These hands need to be taken care of and treasured.

My thumb slowly caresses along our connection, greedily memorizing the texture of her skin.

The valet pulls Felix's car up and I open the door for Harper and only release her hand to close the door and get in on the other side. As soon as I'm in the driver's seat I reach over and grasp her hand in mine again. I trap it against her thigh and before I move the car into gear I scan her face.

"This okay?" I ask, because I could drop her off at home. We don’t have to go any further. This is my last chance to exit before going all in. I was nervous to pick her up, worried that the easy rapport we’ve established through texts wouldn’t translate to real life.

She looked phenomenal when she opened the door and my eyes drank in her body and then she threw herself into my arms and all the good feelings from our conversations amplified and danced through my chest.

"Very okay," Harper says, as her face breaks out in a grin, and even in the dark, it shines. I study the way she licks her lips and nearly combust when her teeth drag over her pout. In the club I’d catch the heat in her eyes as the lights strobed and flashed around us.

I felt how perfectly her body molded to mine. And that kiss.

Fuck.

Her mouth is a gateway to heaven.

The drive home is a blur of forcing my mind to concentrate on the GPS instead of pulling over to fuck her in the back seat. When we finally arrive, I help her out of the front seat and lead her up the stairs to my apartment. I unlock the door and she lets out a little giggle behind me.

"What?" I ask and I turn to let her step in first.

"Nothing." She laughs again.

"Just tell me."

"I, umm, well, it just hit me I get to see you naked."

"And, that’s funny?" I wink at her as I drag off my suit jacket. She playfully slaps my chest and every cell in my body freezes. She might be tittering with nervous energy but I was just plowed down with fear.

She's about to learn the truth about me.

I don't want it to change anything.

Hookups have been few and far between and when they’ve happened there weren’t any emotions involved. Those girls barely registered my body as I helped them levitate.

Tonight will be different. I’m confident we’ll reach new heights together but I want to be with Harper tomorrow. And beyond. I want to see her again. I want to talk to her every day.

But I don’t want to answer questions about my scar. I don’t want to see the pity in her eyes when she hears my story. I want to be strong, and commanding, and drive us over the edge together without her worried if I’m exerting myself too much.

Harper slips her purse from her shoulder and sets it on the counter. I’ve barely moved from my spot next to the door. She and I have a connection already. I care about her and I think she cares about me. We’re friends. Am I about to ruin everything?

"You want some water?" I ask, the nerves catching up to me.

"No t really," she shrugs and then flashes me a smile. It’s gentle and kind and different than her other smiles. It’s softer. This girl, or woman, no this person is incredible and I don’t know what to do next.

I got in my head and the moment has passed. I can’t think of a way to salvage the night. Harper looks down at her toes and I’m about to tell her I’ll drive her home when she speaks up. "But maybe we could dance again?"

"I like that plan." I pull out my phone and turn some music on. Harper steps up in front of me and slides her hands up my chest. My anxious heart pounds but I focus on Harper. On the way her eyes darken. On the gentle curve of her hip under my hand. The salacious sway of her body to the music.

When my fingers slip under the hem of her shirt and she hisses in pleasure at the contact, bravery takes over and I shove the fear aside.

Harper’s body is pliant and strong in my grasp and tonight will be amazing if I let it be.

I slide both hands onto her stomach before I pull her shirt over her head. I’d seen her figure outlined in the tight clothes she wears but the hills and valleys of her body exceed expectations.

Harper Daniels is breathtaking.

She presses her chest into my shirt and I feel her warmth through the fabric. Before I can reach for the clasp of her bra she twists her arms back and the light blue lace springs free. She pulls the straps down her arms and steps back just enough to let it fall to the ground between us.

Like our bodies are magnetized, we return to each other. My fingers tingle as they trace the line along her thighs where the fabric of her gold miniskirt meets her skin. She hums quietly, already feeling a sense of satisfaction as we sway to the music.

Everywhere we are connected sparks are flying. She reaches between us and starts to unbutton my shirt. Because she starts at the bottom I've bought myself a few more moments before she sees me.

I d on't want to ask, or answer, any questions tonight.

All I want to do is feel. I want to live in the sensations with Harper.

Acting swiftly, before she can undress me completely, I cup her jaw on both sides and devour her mouth.

The tang of lime has faded and she just tastes like Harper now.

Our tongues battle for position. My shirt hangs open but her hands settle at my obliques.

She holds onto me and I watch her eyes flutter closed as I slowly walk us towards my bedroom.

When her legs hit the bed, I step back and quickly turn her around. With my chest pressed to her back I reach down and hold her tits while I grind into her. Harper lets out a throaty moan and I need to hear more. "Take your skirt off." I command.

She fumbles for the zipper at her hip but wiggles out of it, leaving her in a pair of black tights and her boots. She gasps for air when I slide my fingers along her pussy through the nylon.

"Can I blind fold you?" I ask as I kiss along her neck and nip gently at her ear.

She nods her head yes so I place a gentle kiss on her shoulder and turn around to my closet.

I grab a tie and after turning her mouth to mine and kissing her hard, I cover her eyes.

I take her hand in mine and pull her up the bed.

She lays on her back like a goddamn feast. Just for me. "Fuck Harper, you look so good."

"This is so hot.” She trails her fingers up her abdomen and I feel saliva pool in my mouth. “What’s next?" She asks.

I pinch her nipple and she whimpers. “That was just a bonus,” I step to the bottom of the bed and unzip her boots, carefully sliding them from her feet and setting them on the floor.

“First, I’m going to undress you,” I reach up and roll her tights down her legs.

The little lift of her hips serves as another green light.

With the tights on the floor I start at one ankle and lick a path straight to her cunt.

"You're going to come on my tongue next. "

"Oh fuck."

The light blue thong she’s wearing is darker along the center before it disappears into the crack of her ass.

I loop a finger through the gusset and as I blow a stream of cool air up and down her core, I drag the fabric down her legs.

"You're fucking dripping for me Harper." She shivers and I pocket the panties after they’ve cleared her toes.

"Please Aiden." She begs and it turns on the caveman part of my brain and everything becomes about satisfying her. About laying claim to every last inch of her.

I lick down the inside of her leg and as I hover over her I watch her breathing go shallow. "Breathe Harper."

"Oka-" her reply is cut off by a gasp when I flatten my tongue and traverse her from the bottom of her pussy up. She tastes like reaching the top of the mountain. Sweaty and sweet. With the tip of my tongue I flick her clit and her thighs clamp together around my ears.

"Aiden!" She cries out and I repeat the move again, holding her thighs apart with my palms. Already after one pass she's wetter.

Her hands fly to my head and her nails dig in.

The sting of pain sends shivers down my spine.

She holds me to her as I alternate between flicks and strokes.

She grinds down and rides my face. It’s amazing to see her give in to her pleasure and I zero in on every movement she makes.

When her knees start to tremble I push them wider.

Spread open like this I can reach new parts of her and I slow down my exploration, pulling her back from the edge.

She makes frustrated sounds and I have to stop myself from laughing.

I can't be sure but I doubt Crispin was good enough in bed to edge her out.

If this is our only time together, my goal is for her to walk away with a life changing experience.

I slide one finger inside her and feel her legs try to snap closed again. She bucks her hips when I add the second and she chants, "Yes, yes, yes, Aiden".

With a third finger, I maneuver in and out of her quickly while sucking her clit into my mouth. Harper’s incredible body stretches and contracts around me. It’s barely a second before she arches her back and screams my name, her inner walls crashing down on my fingers.

"It's too much," she says, breathless.

"No, it's not," I assure her as I rock into her with just my middle finger, my thumb pressing steadily on her clit to keep her lit up.

I press a gentle kiss to her belly. Then another higher up.

Keeping my fingers in place. Soothing her as she comes down from her orgasm but never letting her go completely.

Her hands skate up my arms and she tries to push my shirt off my shoulders.

I pull out my fingers and with a hand to her sternum I gently push her back down to the bed. I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants, and shove them, with my briefs, down my thighs. I come to kneel over her and guide her hand to my cock.

My head goes dizzy when she strokes me and I fall forward, "Fuck, Harper." I hiss.

The little minx smiles and rolls her fingers down my length again. I push forward and pin her tits together as I look down at her in my bed. "Can I fuck these someday?" I ask.

"Yes." She says on an exhale.

"Right now I want to slide into that pretty pussy."

"Oh, god."

"Are you on birth control?" I ask.

"Yes.”

“Are you clean?" I ask as my cock throbs just an inch away from the promised land.

"Yeah."

"Me too." I say on an exhale. Harper’s grip on my cock tightens and electricity radiates from her touch through my body. I drop my head to her shoulder, leave a kiss there, and ask, “so, can I?”

“Yes.”

In one motion, I roll her to her stomach before pulling her hips up. I slap my length along her ass and she lets her head drop. Her silky skin is glowing, flushed, and I grip her hips tighter to prove to myself she’s real.

My mind is telling me to slow down but my body is already moving towards her.

My dick seeks out her heated core and twitches closer to her entrance.

With one hand on my base and one on her hip I drive into her, reaching her limit on the first thrust. She moans and I suppress a shiver.

She is warm, wet and tight. And I feel grounded and steady even as my control threatens to snap.

"Hold on here," I tell her as I reach forward and bring her hands to my headboard. When she's propped up I finally give in to nature's rhythm and set a grueling pace. I flick the tail of my shirt back so I can watch my dick disappear into her. I run my hand down her spine and she arches into it.

"Aiden," she whispers.

"Tell me what you want Harper, I'll give it to you."

"Harder. Fuck me harder." She pants.

With a slap to her ass I pull out and push into her again.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” She whines.

I gather her hair and the ends of the necktie together and pull her head back. Her back arches and I drill faster.

Our bodies crack like a whip and I grip her hip so hard my knuckles turn white.

I’m holding on for dear life. Harper feels like she was designed for me and nothing has ever felt this fucking good before. I get lost in the slide of my body into hers and the pinch of pleasure I feel as I hit her limit.

The pressure in my lower back builds, my balls tighten, and I reach around to pinch her clit while I make my final plunge into her depths.

My orgasm violently rips through me and I don’t recognize the grunts coming from my chest. I still as my vision tunnels and my muscles flex.

My fingers work i n tight circles as Harper rocks her ass back into me and chases her own end.

I rock into her as she flutters around me, keeping us connected a little longer.

I roll my hips forward as I caress her back and I watch her heaving breath settle.

My own heart races but a few deep breaths bring me back to my baseline.

Her skin is flushed like I’m looking at the world through rose colored glasses.

Maybe I am because I want to keep Harper Daniels in my bed for as long as I can.

Her pussy spits my cum out when I finally leave her. Before she can move I slide my thumb through the mess we made together and push it back inside her.

"Holy shit," she pants as she lifts the blindfold off her eyes and rolls to her side.

"Yeah," I kiss her shoulder and turn to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'll go get us water, the bathroom is right through there."

"Okay," she says and she slides off the bed. Before I stand, I run my hand down my scar. I only have to tell her if she asks right? Maybe she won’t. Maybe she’ll remember that I just rocked her world, that we took each other to new galaxies, and she won’t care that I have a six inch incision down the middle of my chest.

I hope she can see past it. See me as more than damaged goods. I’m desperate for her to still care about me. For us to continue to talk every day and take this physical intimacy further because her pliant body fits next to mine perfectly.

And if she can’t see past a blemish, and this is over before it starts, I am grateful I got to have her once before she sees me differently and pulls away.