Chapter 8

8

GRIFFIN

C ooking for Harper has instantly become one of my favorite activities. My beautiful girl devours every bite of the simple crockpot chicken, potatoes, and carrots on her plate. All through dinner, she tells me about her work, and how she's fascinated by different styles of communication and language.

"So, this project is the last part of your course or something?" I ask as I clear the dishes.

"No. This is an internship for Professor Hewitt. A paid summer job that is relevant enough that I can put it on my résumé."

"What kind of job do you think you'll be looking for?" It occurs to me that she might have to stay in the city for her career. Suddenly my dinner begins to feel heavy in the pit of my stomach. "Are they jobs you can do from home?"

"Oh, for sure. Or in coffee shops, at the library. I like to work in different places." She hesitates. "Looking out the lovely big window of my amazing new apartment." Her shoulders droop. "You have no idea how long I've searched for something in that area in a cute building."

Just the thought of her moving anywhere but here turns my stomach, but I do my best to shrug it off for now.

Harper squeals as I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the couch. She looks delectable, in a green sundress that makes her skin look even fairer.

"I like to work in different places as well, gorgeous. Remember when I talked about what I wanted for dessert tonight?"

Her lovely eyes blaze. "That wasn't just dirty whispers in my ear to…you know…turn me on?"

"No way."

I lean in to capture her lips with a deep, lingering kiss. Once I feel her pulse kicking in, breath racing, I pull away. "Is that what you want, gorgeous? For me to spread your sexy legs and eat you for dessert?"

My voice is getting low and smoky again. The things this girl does to me. My cock is already throbbing in my jeans, begging for release. Last night I jerked off multiple times in her honor, but nothing takes the edge off. Only her.

Harper nods, wide-eyed. Then her perfect lips turn up in a saucy smile. "Will you forgive me if I giggle? I'm kind of ticklish."

"I'll forgive anything, darlin'."

I sit beside her, sliding my hand across her stomach, then higher, kissing her gently as I stroke her breasts through the thin fabric. Her soft lips open, allowing the kiss to deepen as her body trembles slightly. I love how eager she is.

Finally I pull away, holding the front of her dress out so I can dip my head to take her nipple between my lips. Her little breathy gasp makes my pulse spike.

I shove the coffee table out of the way with my foot, then kneel in front of her. She helps me hitch her dress up, then stares into my eyes as I slip off her panties. Parting her silky white thighs, I reach under her ass, tilting her so that her bare pussy is at the perfect angle for me.

Staring at her softest skin, I want to burn the image into my mind. My palms run along her smooth inner thighs, slowly spreading her wider. She bites her bottom lip, then nods at my raised eyebrow.

"So delicate and gorgeous," I mutter. Leaning forward, I part her folds gently with my thumbs, stroking gently, as I dance the tip of my tongue along her skin. Her hand lands on my shoulder, and I look up to see her staring at me in disbelief.

"Try to relax, darlin'. Just let me know what you like."

Harper seems beyond words, simply nodding.

Her skin is sweet, as if it's melting against my tongue. Lapping slowly through her crease, I explore, meander, taking my time with my precious girl. My fingertips trace her opening gently, and I see her belly fluttering. Her clit swells, slightly peeking out as if begging for my attention. I drape one of her legs over my shoulders, then dig in, feasting on her sweetness.

Her sweet juices flood my tongue, and her soft, shaky moans fill my ears. It's bliss.

"Let it all go." My urging sounds more like a command. "Just breathe, baby. Let it happen."

Her thighs tremble around me as she nods, one hand winding into my hair. The thick blunt end of my middle finger nudges inside as I tease her clit with my tongue. I can sense that she has questions, but all that tumbles from her lips are indistinct soft cries of pleasure.

Knowing that I'm her first fills me with a deep sense of purpose. Not just her first. I want to be her only. Want this beautiful woman to fall in love with me.

I flatten my tongue against her throbbing button, working it hard as I spread her open with two fingers. Harper gasps loudly, shaking as her mouth falls open. She hangs onto my hair for dear life as her body arches, the force of her climax quivering through every muscle.

"Perfect," I growl, lapping up more of her nectar. Then I lick my fingers clean and lean back contentedly. "Best dessert of my life."

I sit back on the couch, snuggling her in my arms as she pulls her dress back down. "Griffin," she whispers. "That was…"

"A wonderful end to our night?" I kiss the top of her head. "Agreed. Except I still need to drive you home and kiss you for an inappropriate length of time at your front door."

I know that Harper is studying communications. Yet despite her brilliant mind, she's never going to be able to understand how many words are conveyed in her sweet little smile.