Page 44 of When You Blush
“Deal.”
“Okay, now I’m embarrassed,” Harper says after she finishes eating and pushes her plate away.
“Why?”
“Because you made me something I would get in a Michelin-rated restaurant, and I made you abreakfast burrito.What was I thinking?”
She covers her face with her hands, and I laugh as I take one of her hands and pull her over into my lap.
She curls her arms around my neck as she buries her face in it, too.
“No hiding,” I say, nudging her chin up so I can see her. “You make a fuckinggoodbreakfast burrito, sugar.”
She wrinkles her nose, and I kiss it.
“It’s not a competition.”
That makes her gray eyes sparkle. “Ilikea little competition.”
I smirk and nuzzle her neck, then nibble my way over her collarbone. “You taste better than that meal.”
“Not possible.”
My hand slides under her cropped shirt, over the bare skin of her back, and it breaks out into goose bumps under my touch.
“Do you have any objections at all to me propping you on this table and having dessert?”
There’s a little moan in the back of her throat, and she shakes her head. “No. I don’t mind.”
I pick her up and move down one spot where the table is empty, set her on the tabletop, and sit in the chair in front of her.
Her legs widen so I can move in close, and I scoot her skirt up her smooth legs. She lifts her ass, and when the skirt is bunched around her waist, she sits again and pushes her hands into my hair.
“Shirt off.”
With her eyes on mine, she grabs the hem of the blouse and pulls it over her head, and I lean in to pepper kisses over her sternum and upper stomach.
“Your skin is so fucking soft,” I murmur against her and brush my nose over one lace-covered nipple before sucking it into my mouth, making her moan. I kiss over to the other and give it the same treatment before I make my way down to her warm center.
I drag a knuckle over her wet panties, then nudge my finger under the side and tug them out of my way.
“Fucking hell, sugar. You’re already so goddamn wet.” I lean in and take a deep breath, and my cock is instantly rock fucking hard for this woman. Christ, I need to claim her more than I need my next breath.
“It seems to be a permanent condition when I’m around you,” she replies and gasps when I brush my fingertip over her clit. “Fuuuuuck.”
“For almost six months, I’ve thought about this,” I say before planting a wet kiss on her inner thigh. “That’s a long fucking time, Harper.”
“Super long,” she agrees.
“A few things,” I say, dragging my lips down to her knee. “One, I haven’t been with anyone, in any capacity, since you.”
That startles her into blinking at me, her eyes wide as I continue to ghost my fingertip over her clit.
“No one?”
“I didn’t want anyone else. I had you, and no one else could compare, Harper.”
She gasps when I tease her entrance.
