Page 27 of Caramel Apple Cupcake

Harper giggled softly as she felt Anders’s hot breath on her lips, his stubbornness and determination melting her heart.

She headed into the kitchen and poured herself another large glass of red wine, taking a sip before she turned around to face him again. “Anders, I’m—” The words died on her lips. He had disappeared into her bedroom, closing the door behind him with a solid thud.

The sound of water running from the shower started up soon afterward, filling the silence with its soothing rhythm. Harper’s mind wandered back to earlier in the evening. She recalled how he had protected her from her father’s cruel words and how she couldn’t help but feel even more attracted to him because of it. She shook her head slightly, smiling at the irony of it all.

Harper wondered what it would be like to have someone stand up for her like that all the time. To always have someone in her corner, ready to defend her against anything or anyone who dared threaten her happiness. It was a foreign concept for her, but one that somehow felt right with Anders by her side. Her father’s words still stung. He had called her a failure in front of everyone at the restaurant. His every word emphasizing just how disappointed he was in his only daughter, who never amounted to anything worthwhile, according to him.

Harper sighed deeply, taking another long sip of wine. She knew her father’s cruelty came from a place of pain and regret, but his words still cut deep, reopening old wounds that never seemed to fully heal.

She was pulled from her thoughts when the bedroom door opened. Anders appeared, a cloud of steam trailing behind him. His black workout pants were slung low on his sculpted hips, barely holding the prominence that strained against the dampfabric. Harper’s eyes roamed over his hardened abs, each muscle defined and glistening with tiny droplets of water that still covered his torso.

Her pupils dilated at the sight, her breath hitched, and she felt an undeniable heat pooling in her lower stomach. Anders closed the gap between them with three long strides, his cerulean blue eyes alight with desire. He gently pried the wineglass from her trembling hands, placing it safely on the counter.

Wordlessly, he cradled her face in his powerful hands, the rough pads of his fingers igniting nerve endings across her flushed skin. Harper unconsciously leaned into his warm touch, craving more contact.

His lips met hers again—soft yet persistent. He tasted intoxicating and addictive. The kiss was no longer just a connection of mouths but a mingling of souls: slow, passionate, urgent, yet unhurried. Her tongue eagerly sought his, rolling together in a tantalizing dance that left them both gasping for breath.

Anders drew back slowly, whispering, “Just needed another taste before we talk.” He then traced a finger along the curve of her exposed collarbone and down to the valley between her breasts—visible because of her loosely fitting blouse. Each feather-light touch sent shockwaves through her body as he cupped one breast firmly in his hand.

Harper moaned softly as he twirled a thumb around her already perked nipple through the soft tank top fabric. She could feel every ridge and whorl of his thumbprint teasing her sensitive bud into a tighter peak.

“Fuck,” she murmured at how sensually invasive he was being while keeping her clothes on. She writhed beneath his touch, aching for him, the wetness between her thighs growing.

His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at exposed flesh as he eased a strap off one shoulder. His heated mouth worked its magic on the exposed peak of her breast, causing Harper’s head to fall back in raw pleasure.

Anders continued to feast on her until she was shaking with need. He then guided her to the couch, laying her down before kneeling in front of her parted thighs. The sight of him hovering over her—his strong, powerful, and erotic male allure—made Harper’s pulse race.

His fingers teased the hem of her skirt, tugging it up inch-by-inch until he bared her soaked panties. Slowly peeling them away, he dipped a single finger into her slick heat. The guttural groan that vibrated from his chest sent shivers running through Harper. “So fucking sweet,” Anders murmured against her bare thigh.

As his tongue tasted and explored every fold and crevice between her legs, Harper was lost in waves of pleasure. Her moans filled the room as Anders brought forth sensations so overwhelming that she could only lie there gasping beneath him.

Their talk could wait. Right now, their bodies did all the communicating they needed. It wasn’t just lust driving them, but an undeniable connection that went beyond mere words or actions.

The sound of her heavy breathing filled the room as Anders continued to taste and explore every inch of Harper’s body. Her fingers dug into his hair, her nails raking gently against the skin of his scalp as he continued to drive her to ecstasy. The intoxicating scent of her essence filled the air, mingling with the steam still lingering from their earlier shower encounter.

Harper’s legs trembled with anticipation, each lick and suck making her gasp. She arched her back off the couch, almost begging for more as he played with her clit expertly whileslipping a finger inside her tight heat. Her taste on his tongue only fueled his desire for her, filling him with a sense of intense satisfaction that only she could give.

He pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, kissing and nipping softly as one finger turned into two, stretching her opening wider until she was filled by his touch. The feeling was exquisite agony yet heart-pounding pleasure all at once. She squirmed beneath him, craving more as he used both hands now to stroke and tease until she was writhing beneath him like a siren’s song. His mouth kissed and suckled on her stomach while he played with her lower lips.

Ander could wait no longer. He needed to be inside her. He knew they still needed to talk, but that could wait.

Harper’s breath hitched as he slid his fingers out, leaving a trail of wetness behind. Wrapping his strong, warm hand around his thick length, he positioned himself at her opening and slowly slid inside of her. She gasped and cried out softly as she felt him stretching her walls, filling her up completely. They both groaned in unison when he moved, his hips meeting hers in perfect sync. Each thrust was hard yet gentle, deep yet slow.

The friction sent shockwaves through her core as his words whispered against her ear, “You’re so tight, baby.” Harper couldn’t help but melt into the couch beneath him, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as she was taken over by wave after wave of pleasure. The feeling was indescribable—raw and true—as if this was where she belonged all along.

His hands roamed across her body, grazing every curve and hollow while he continued moving inside of her. Their bodies fit together like they were made for this moment; they were made for each other, their skin sliding against each other in a symphony of passion. Harper’s back arched off the couch with each thrust as Anders’ eyes connected with hers—his pupils dilated with lust and raw desire that mirrored hers completely.She could feel herself getting closer to that sweet release again. It was palpable in every fiber of her being.

Her nails dug into his skin as she came again, crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure that only he could evoke from within her. He kissed her deeply. The taste of her on his tongue still lingered, but became sweeter with every passing second.

Anders continued to move inside her, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own climax. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the air between them. Harper wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him onward, feeling a familiar heat building inside her once more. Anders’ hand reached between their slick bodies, finding her clit and rubbing it in circular motions as he continued to thrust into her. Her moans grew louder, bouncing off the walls of the abandoned library. She was so close, so very close to that edge again.

“Anders,” she panted, her voice nothing more than a whimper. “I… I’m…”

“I know,” he growled low in her ear before picking up his pace even more. “Go ahead, baby, let go.” His words were like gasoline to the flames roaring inside her, and with a cry, Harper shattered around him for the second time that night, her nails digging into his back as she clenched around him. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her,

Finally, Anders pulled out and collapsed on the couch beside her, both of them completely spent. Sweat glistened on their skin, mingling with the remnants of their passionate encounter. Harper lay there, her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath.

After a few moments, he stood. He leaned down to gather her in his arms. “Let’s get cleaned up. We have a lot to talk about, and your good pussy isn’t going to distract me again.”

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