Page 77 of Reckless Harmony

“Open for you,” she whispered and shamelessly spread her legs wide.

“That’s my good girl,” he said.

She moaned when his fingers brushed against her throbbing skin. He explored her pussy with light, gentle sweeps of his fingertips. She squirmed and rubbed against his erection before tugging on his wrist in an attempt to guide his fingers to her aching clit.

His laugh was low and intimate in her ear. “No fabric left.”

He brushed against the first spot she’d waxed, and she hissed out a breath at the brief flare of pain.

He kissed her throat. “Sorry, baby. I know it’s tender.”

“Please,” she said.

He stroked her clit. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He didn’t make her beg. His fingers pressed against her swollen, aching clit and rubbed in firm circles. She cried out, her hips rocking against his hand as pleasure and a deep ache coiled in her belly.

Stark’s left arm slid around her waist, and he pressed her back against him, rubbing his dick against her ass as he teased her clit. She let her head fall back against his shoulder, staring blindly at the ceiling while her hips worked hard against his hand.

“No!” she cried out when he moved his fingers away from her clit.

“Shh,” he crooned. “I want to know how tight you are.”

He pressed against her opening, and she cried out again when he slid his thick finger into her. He added a second one, and she squirmed against him. He kissed her throat again, pumping his fingers lightly back and forth until she moaned and dug her nails into his wrist. “Please!”

Pressing her against his erection, he returned to her clit, rubbing it hard. Hot pleasure blasted through her body, and she bit back her scream as her orgasm burst inside of her in a torrent of heat and light and bliss.

She sagged against Stark, and he held her weight easily, his fingers slowing against her clit before he slid his hand out from under her nightgown.

He kissed her throat again. “Good, baby?”

She nodded, her heart beating wildly in her chest and her lungs battling for air. Stark pressed his cock against her ass, and she rubbed against him, smiling at his low groan.

She turned to face him, both of them jumping when her phone alarm went off with a shrill cry. She snatched it from the counter, shutting it off and staring in horror at the time.

“Oh shit. I have to leave now, or I’ll be late for…”

She stared wide-eyed at Stark as the warmth in his gaze disappeared, and he stepped away from her. “Your date with my cousin.”

“Stark, I -”

He shook his head and turned away, walking toward the doorway. “Enjoy your date, Ms. Abrams.”

“For a restaurant in a dinky little town, the food wasn’t half-bad.” Jasper smiled at her before sipping his wine.

Irritation threaded through Rayna at Jasper’s dismissive tone. She tried to ignore it, but the entire dinner had been like this - him making passive aggressive jabs at the town she loved.

Despite the fast and efficient service of the Bronze Blossom, the dinner had dragged on, and they still had the damn ice skating to do. She just wanted to go home so she could…

Knock on Stark’s door and ask him if he wants to finish what they’d started?

No, of course not. What happened between them was a mistake. A giant glaring one that took every inch of her willpower not to continually analyze, think about, and obsess over during her dinner with Jasper.

Why did you let Stark do that? Hell, you begged him to do it. He’s trying to drive you off your property, and you’re more than happy to let him stick his fingers up your hooch just because you’re a little goddamn horny?

She’d been more than a little horny, and despite how much she hated Stark, she had to admit the guy knew what he was doing when it came to sex. She had never come that quickly with a man before. Especially if it was the first time he’d touched her. But Stark’s touch, his voice in her ear, how he took control and -

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