Harper.
The feel of his rough hand pressing against my breast through the thin T-shirt had sensations rocketing through my body. I arched into him.
His lips found my jawline, the shadow of his stubble tickling and just adding another layer of feeling to those already flooding me.
He moved with quick sure hands, tugging the T-shirt over my head so I was naked apart from the pj shorts I was wearing and his head ducked, dark hair hiding his face as he peppered my now bare breasts with kisses. “f**k Harper.” His tongue swirled over the hardened peak. And they tightened under his attention. “I have waited so long to do this.”
I giggled because what else could I do? “It’s
Not been long at all Jett.” But I knew for him it had been. He wasn’t a man who was used to waiting around for any woma
