Page 55 of Unmasking Love
The drive home is a blur of forcing my mind to concentrate on the GPS instead of pulling over to fuck her in the back seat. When we finally arrive, I help her out of the front seat and lead her up the stairs to my apartment. I unlock the door and she lets out a little giggle behind me.
"What?" I ask and I turn to let her step in first.
"Nothing." She laughs again.
"Just tell me."
"I, umm, well, it just hit me I get to see you naked."
"And, that’s funny?" I wink at her as I drag off my suit jacket. She playfully slaps my chest and every cell in my body freezes. She might be tittering with nervous energy but I was just plowed down with fear.
She's about to learn the truth about me.
I don't want it to change anything.
Hookups have been few and far between and when they’ve happened there weren’t any emotions involved. Those girls barely registered my body as I helped them levitate.
Tonight will be different. I’m confident we’ll reach new heights together but I want to be with Harper tomorrow. And beyond. I want to see her again. I want to talk to her every day.
But I don’t want to answer questions about my scar. I don’t want to see the pity in her eyes when she hears my story. I want to be strong, and commanding, and drive us over the edge together without her worried if I’m exerting myself too much.
Harper slips her purse from her shoulder and sets it on the counter. I’ve barely moved from my spot next to the door. She and I have a connection already. I care about her and I think she cares about me. We’re friends. Am I about to ruin everything?
"You want some water?" I ask, the nerves catching up to me.
"Not really," she shrugs and then flashes me a smile. It’s gentle and kind and different than her other smiles. It’s softer. This girl, or woman, no this person is incredible and I don’t know what to do next.
I got in my head and the moment has passed. I can’t think of a way to salvage the night. Harper looks down at her toes and I’m about to tell her I’ll drive her home when she speaks up. "But maybe we could dance again?"
"I like that plan." I pull out my phone and turn some music on. Harper steps up in front of me and slides her hands up my chest. My anxious heart pounds but I focus on Harper. On the way her eyes darken. On the gentle curve of her hip under my hand. The salacious sway of her body to the music.
When my fingers slip under the hem of her shirt and she hisses in pleasure at the contact, bravery takes over and I shove the fear aside.
Harper’s body is pliant and strong in my grasp and tonight will be amazing if I let it be.
I slide both hands onto her stomach before I pull her shirt over her head. I’d seen her figure outlined in the tight clothes she wears but the hills and valleys of her body exceed expectations.
Harper Daniels is breathtaking.
She presses her chest into my shirt and I feel her warmth through the fabric. Before I can reach for the clasp of her bra she twists her arms back and the light blue lace springs free. She pulls the straps down her arms and steps back just enough to let it fall to the ground between us.
Like our bodies are magnetized, we return to each other. My fingers tingle as they trace the line along her thighs where the fabric of her gold miniskirt meets her skin. She hums quietly, already feeling a sense of satisfaction as we sway to the music.
Everywhere we are connected sparks are flying. She reaches between us and starts to unbutton my shirt. Because she starts at the bottom I've bought myself a few more moments before she sees me.
I don't want to ask, or answer, any questions tonight.
All I want to do is feel. I want to live in the sensations with Harper.
Acting swiftly, before she can undress me completely, I cup her jaw on both sides and devour her mouth. The tang of lime has faded and she just tastes like Harper now. Our tongues battle for position. My shirt hangs open but her hands settle at my obliques. She holds onto me and I watch her eyes flutter closed as I slowly walk us towards my bedroom.
When her legs hit the bed, I step back and quickly turn her around. With my chest pressed to her back I reach down and hold her tits while I grind into her. Harper lets out a throaty moan and I need to hear more. "Take your skirt off." I command.
She fumbles for the zipper at her hip but wiggles out of it, leaving her in a pair of black tights and her boots. She gasps for air when I slide my fingers along her pussy through the nylon.
"Can I blind fold you?" I ask as I kiss along her neck and nip gently at her ear.
She nods her head yes so I place a gentle kiss on her shoulder and turn around to my closet. I grab a tie and after turning her mouth to mine and kissing her hard, I cover her eyes. I take her hand in mine and pull her up the bed. She lays on her back like a goddamn feast. Just for me. "Fuck Harper, you look so good."
