Page 19 of Love, Honor, and Ink

Nervous, she let them both in the house and tried to think of what to do next. Should she get him a drink? Change into something more comfortable? What did one do when they were planning to have a one-night stand with their best friend?

“Harper—”

She wasn’t sure what she would have said next, and it wasn’t as if he’d given her an option anyway. One moment, she was fretting about what to do, the next, Harper was on her, his mouth on her neck, her jaw, her lips, his hands on her sides, her back, her thighs.

She buried her hands in his hair, her shoes long gone.

Harper licked and nibbled up her neck before walking her backward to the kitchen. Wait, the kitchen?”

“The bedroom is the other way,” she gasped, tugging at his shirt.

Harper moved back, stripping off his shirt and undershirt. She blinked, her gaze transfixed by the long lines of muscles on his arms, stomach, and those really sexy lines that went to his hips…Adonis lines or something.

Whatever the hell they were called, she wanted her tongue on them.

Now.

Not to mention the ink on his arms, sides, and hips. Dear Lord, she knew he had ink, had seen him shirtless countless times over the summers, but here in her kitchen? Holy hell, he looked sexier than ever.

“I’ll take you to the bedroom in a moment,” Harper said, his voice low, promising. “First, I want to get you out of that dress and then have my feast.”

She blinked, her gaze meeting his then blushed. “Feast?”

“Feast.”

He slowly, methodically, stripped her out of her dress. She hadn’t worn a bra with it since the dress had a built-in one, and that left her bare in her kitchen in nothing but her panties.

Harper groaned, his hand cupping a breast. She shivered as his thumb brushed along her nipple. “I knew you’d be beautiful, but right now? Holy shit, Ari. You’re magnificent.”

She lowered her head, blushing. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Harper gave a rough chuckle, then kissed her again. Her nipples were hard little points against his chest, and she rubbed herself against him, wanting more.

She liked sex. Loved it. Sex with Harper? Oh, yeah, she had a feeling she would never get enough. And therein lie the problem, not that she was going to think about that at all. Not when Harper had his mouth on her breasts, biting and sucking on her nipple.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as he licked and teased, his other hand on her free breast, plucking, and molding. He lifted his head and then walked her backwards to the table. Before she could ask him what he was going to do, he had his hand on her ass and then her back was on the table.

“Harper!”

“I said I was going to feast, didn’t I?”

He hooked her panties around his thumbs and slid them down her legs. Her legs opened automatically, baring herself to him. Harper sucked in a breath, then went to his knees, tugging her to the edge of the table.

He traced her outer lips with his fingers, then blew cold air on her pussy. “So pink, so pretty.” Then he licked her up to her clit, grazing the hard nub with his teeth before sucking on her more, spearing her with his fingers.

She couldn’t feel self-conscious, not with Harper. Her hips lifted of their own accord, and she pressed herself against his face, wanting more. He growled, the sound vibrating against her clit. The sensation was too much for her and she came, her body warming, her nipples aching.

Her head felt like she’d had too much to drink, her body still coming down from her orgasm, as Harper lifted her up and carried her to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed and then stood back, stripping off his pants.

Ari leaned up on her forearms, swallowing hard. She’d never seen Harper naked before, and it was safe to say they’d officially moved out of the friend zone. With warmth tingling and shocking through her body, and the side of Harper’s cock bouncing off his belly, leaving a line of pre-cum in its wake, she didn’t care about the change.

They’d worry about that in the morning and deal.

Right then, she wanted Harper inside her. Now.

“Shit, I need a condom,” Harper said as he went to his pants.

“I have some in the nightstand,” she said back. She was attentive enough to know that even though she hadn’t used them in ages, they weren’t expired. Yet.

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