Page 62 of Wicked

She grabs at my hair and comes on my face. I put my mouth full on her sex. She pushes me away with her hands. I edge back. She grabs for me again. Her fingers trench in my hair as she presses my face to her heat.

Smiling at her indecision, I hook my arms under her thighs and take what she offers. Her scent clings to my beard. Her slickness coats my mouth and my nose. I lick and suck on her nub gently.Ride your come, babe. Her body relaxes into the bed. She releases her hold on my hair and grips my biceps.

The skin will be bruised come tomorrow, but I don’t give a fuck. I dig the bruises. Her soft sighs too as she comes again. I lift my head. Her face is a canvas of agony and ecstasy. And when she closes her eyes, her mouth curving . . . Harper smiles, and it’s beautiful, full of contentment and something else. Something I never gave much thought to until Harper’s trauma. Harper trusts that I won’t hurt her. That no means no.

“Sweetheart.”

This girl, this woman . . . The warmth in my chest, the pounding of my heart, this intense need to protect her though she’s fully capable of kicking my ass every which way to heaven and hell, I’ve never felt this way with another woman.

And that’s how I know I want Harper to choose me.

She is choosing me, damn it.

I move up and set my hands alongside her head, keeping my weight off her. She’s not having it. Harper pulls me down onto her small frame. This girl is in it to win it, and I’m her prize.

“Make love to me, Ryker.”

I cup her face and look into her eyes. There is so much trust in their depths, and I’m humbled to my core.

Running my palm down her side, I dip my head and claim her mouth. Her lips are warm and soft. Her body equally so. She opens to me, and I slide my tongue inside. Wet. Hot. I glide my hand over the curve of her hip. Trail my fingers over her thigh. She moans and shifts her hips. Moves her mouth off mine, her breathing ragged near my ear.

Harper knows what’s coming, and she’s begging for it. I slip my finger inside her sex. One finger. Two fingers. I stretch her. Stroke her slick folds. Flick my finger over her swollen clit. She shakes her head side to side. I clamp my mouth over hers. Taste her with my tongue. Murmur words I’ve never said to any girl, including the one who broke my heart.

“You mean the world to me, babe. You’re my everything.”

Her eyes shimmer. Tears slide down her face. I kiss along the wet trail. Lap up the warm drops. My voice is husky. I’m heady and overcome by emotions I haven’t felt before.

Warmth spreads across my chest. Hot need grips me, starting at my core and shooting to my cock. I get off the bed, strip off my boxers, and roll on a condom. Balanced on her elbows, Harper’s eyes are wide as she takes in my thickness.

“We’ll fit. I’ll be gentle, Harper.”

I move onto the bed, and keeping my weight off her, I drop kisses along the elegant column of her neck. She guides my length inside her, and I close my eyes.

I know what’s coming next.

Fuck, oh, fuck do I.

I slide inside her inch by thick, throbbing inch. I nudge against a barrier.Virgin. My eyes snap open. I suck in a breath. Expel it.

“Sweetheart. Babe. I don’t understand. You said—”

“Don’t think. Just feel,” she murmurs over my mouth. “You’re making me feel so good, Ryker.”

“I—”

The little spitfire has the nerve to silence my sudden nervousness with a fierce kiss, wrapping her arms and legs around me as she tilts her hips up. I break through the barrier, and my world stills. I’ve never been with a virgin.

Don’t think. Just feel.

Jesus H. Christ does she feel good. Groaning, I move in and out of her. Her inner muscles clench around my rod. Squeeze me for all I’ve got. Sweat dampens my forehead. She’s wet. Tight. I’m ready to thrust. But I don’t want to hurt her. Shit, I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. Stuck between the overwhelming urge to go with instinct, and the knowledge I have control over my actions.

“You’ll never hurt me.” She smooths her finger over my brow. “I believe you when you said you’ll be gentle. And I’ll understand if you’re not. I just . . . I just want you.”

She only wants me for me. She’s not in this for the chance to follow my hard work straight to the big league. She’s also not with me for my body, confessing I’m beautiful inside and out.

What this girl says hits me where it matters—my heart. And, I let loose. I pound into her. Thrust my rod deep inside her. She moans and writhes beneath my hulking body. Takes my big cock with ease. I puff out my chest. Smile wide. Fuck’s sake, this small woman surprises me at every turn.

She pulls back her knees. I sink deeper inside her. She digs her heels into my ass cheeks. Rubs her smooth heels over my skin. I up my pace.

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