Chapter 10

10

GRIFFIN

H arper is heaven.

But it's hell to keep my movements slow and careful as I move inside her tight, silky wet pussy. Although a huge part of me wants to thrust hard, burying myself in her warmth, it's monumentally important that I'm gentle with her.

My sweet girl is giving me the honor of being her first. I would never forgive myself if I hurt her.

Stroking firmly but slowly, I kiss the sensitive place under her ear as my entire spine pulses, begging me to release. Not yet. I need so much more.

Every broken moan, every quivering breath, the way her perfect knee trembles around my hip… Every detail is precious.

Harper's fingers twist in the back of my hair as I pump slightly harder, watching her carefully. She nods in encouragement, her hips tilting to rock against mine. Her wetness increases, and I relish the sound of our skin moving together.

"So perfect," I murmur, sitting up slightly as I scoop her body to mine, her breasts rubbing against my chest. It's as if this lovely girl has brought out a side of me I wasn't aware of. Sensual. Wild. And above all, obsessed with her pleasure.

My thumb finds her clit, rolling over it gently as my peak speeds ever closer.

"I need you to come while I'm inside you," I growl, both of us panting so hard we can barely kiss, too lost in each other to stop trying.

"Mmm-hmm…" Her eyes are glazed, fingernails pricking the back of my shoulders as her thighs tighten around me. I can feel her hips quivering, searching, as she starts to fuck me back harder than I frankly expected.

"That's it." I can feel the very beginning of her orgasm, the way her pussy flutters around me, drawing me as deep in as I can go. I can't stop, can't think, thrusting a bit harder, faster, until my climax collides violently with hers, leaving us both trembling and shaking.

"Wow," she breathes, at the exact same second that I whisper, "Damn, girl."

We both laugh weakly, still catching our breath and kissing gently.

Stretching out across the bed with Harper in my arms, I feel utterly transformed. That was by far the hottest thing I've ever done in my life. The sight of her moving with me, the sound of her little gasps… I'm going to carry that with me forever.

A chill chases down my spine. I keep hinting that Harper would like it here in Old Hemlock Valley, but she hasn't given any kind of answer.

"Come here, gorgeous." I pull the blanket over her as she snuggles right into my side. "You know I'm going to try to talk you into staying here," I whisper into her hair.

"You don't even know me yet." Her warm breath mists across my chest and into my heart.

"I think I know everything about you that matters, and I'm already falling hard." She makes a tiny noise that could be a giggle, or possibly a snort. "So unless you're already married…"

"Of course not."

"…Or have thirty-three kids…"

"I like kids," she drawls sleepily, "but I draw the line at twenty-three, thank you very much."

"It's going to sound cliché as hell, but it's amazing living out here in the mountains. You said you've moved around a lot. Do you think you could ever see yourself living in a small mountain town?"

Her chin lifts, and she looks at me very carefully. "You've been lonely out here, haven't you, Griffin?"

"For the company of an amazing woman? Yes."

As Harper slowly gets up and finds her clothes, I feel like that was the wrong answer, somehow. Crap.

"I have to go. Early morning with the girls tomorrow."

"Shall I go with you? I don't like you driving on these dark roads alone at night."

Harper's sweet smile puts me at ease. "I'll go slowly, and call if I get lost, okay?"

I throw on shorts and a t-shirt and walk her to the door. "Okay. I'll be waiting for your text to say you got home safely."

"Sure."

We stop in the doorway for a goodnight kiss, and I pour all my feelings into the touch of my lips on hers. Within a minute we're both nearly panting again, and I'm thinking about taking her back to the bedroom.

"Mmm." Harper places a hand on my chest and gently but decisively pushes away. "I really need to sleep. Big day tomorrow."

"Okay." I want to tell her that I'll miss her. That I'll be thinking about her until I see her again. That I want to lock down our next date already, and I want it to last a hundred years.

Instead, I just kiss her forehead. "Talk to you real soon, gorgeous."

Watching her perky little ass sway as she walks to her car, I suddenly feel like a complete loser. Women hate the stench of desperation. Has she guessed how desperate I am to keep her forever?

We seriously click during the dirty stuff.

I'm just making a filthy mess of the serious stuff.