Page 104 of One Wrong Move

Her gaze fixed on my sink.

“Sorry, again. I’ll keep a better watch on?—”

“Harper,” I say. “You can look at me. If you want to.”

Her eyes find mine. They glitter. And then, they sweep down, over my chest, my stomach, stopping right on my dick.

The pleasure-pain coursing through my system is making it hard to think straight. I hadn’t meant to work myself up, but I had, and damn if my cock isn’t protesting and my balls aren’t aching.

“Wow,” she breathes. “It was so dark at the inn, I didn’t see…”

“No. Neither of us did,” I say. “Next time, I want bright sunlight so I can see all of you.”

Her breath catches, and she takes a step closer. “You were jerking off in the shower?” There’s a hint of curiosity in her voice.

“Yes.”

“I thought it was a ‘before sleep’ thing.”

“Lately, it’s become an ‘all the time’ thing,” I say, watching her watch me. Her gaze flicks from my eyes to my cock. She’s intoxicating.

I reach down and grip myself again. Give my hard-on a long, lazy stroke. “Sleep well?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Well, not really. But it’s okay.”

“Me neither.”

“That looks…” She takes another step forward. “Will you let me?”

Everything inside of me tightens, and I have to reach out to grab the frame of the shower stall for support. Water is beating down my temple, dripping off my hair, and I can’t think of a single thing to say.

Her smile is everything.

I never thought I’d get to see her looking like this. Eyes warm with desire, a teasing and sensual smile on her lips. But here she is.

My dream come to life.

“Nate.” She draws another step closer. Then she drops to her knees, and I think I might pass out.

“Harper,” I say, my voice comes out gruff. Seeing her here, kneeling before me, and feeling her hands grip my cock… “That’s what I want to do to you.”

“Later,” she says. Her eyes are studying me like she’s never seen a dick before, and I know that’s not true. Know it far too well, but it still does something to me. Does something that she?—

“You’re big. It felt like that, the other night,” she says. Her left hand is gripping my shaft tight, her other playing with the skin of my head.

I don’t think I can breathe.

“But it’s hard when you can’t see properly,” she continues. “I want to…”

And then she takes the tip into her mouth, and everything inside of me short-circuits.

I’d been so close before, and I’m even closer now, and oh my God, the heat of her mouth and the grip of her lips… and the sight—it’s burned into my brain. Her beautiful face, her beautiful eyes looking up at me as her beautiful lips stretch around my cock.

She starts sucking, bobbing gently, using her hand where she can’t reach, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Focus on breathing. Ignore my labored sounds—wheezing, punctuated by groans—that I can’t seem to control.

I reach down and tunnel my fingers through her hair. But I do more damage than good, because that messy bun comes undone in my hand, and wild curls spread all around. Some of them tickle my thighs.

“Fucking hell, Harp… I can’t… you’re too good.” I dare to look down again and nearly come from what I see. There’s a smile in her eyes as she hastens her movements. I want to buck, my hips want to push deeper into that sweet mouth, but I resist the urge until my hand hurts from gripping the shower frame so hard.

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