CHAPTER NINE
Vik
HARPER STARES AT me like I’ve poured Kool-Aid into the Holy Grail and asked her if she was thirsty. Not sure if that’s good or bad, but she’s listening.
So I give her the truth even though my finger’s inches from sinking into her hot, wet heat. Even though I could make her forget everything—my name, her name, the name of the fucking president. Almost kills me to wait.
“I’m sorry I don’t remember you,” I admit. “Got plenty of excuses but here’s the truth. Forgetting is on me, not you. The fault’s all mine, and I’d really like to make it up to you.”
We’re pressed against the window, my hands wrapped around her ass, and I’m begging. She’s not just a woman I want to bang. I can’t shove her panties aside and drive deep inside her, not without giving something else up. Don’t know what it is or what it’ll cost me, but I plan on finding out. I’m not kidding about being her fuck buddy. She doesn’t want a relationship with me, but sex?
She’s definitely gonna want sex with me.
“Give me ten minutes.” That’s nine minutes more than I need to make her come, but once won’t be enough.
Harper looks at me like she’s been stuck in a desert without food or water for the last month, and has just stumbled upon a Vegas buffet in an oasis. I’d love to be on her menu tonight, but I need some words from her first. Yes, Vik works. As does Do me now, Vik or For the love of God, give me your dick. I’m not particular.
“Why?” That’s not a no—I’m almost in. And then she slides her hands around my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. I don’t know what I’ll do if she tells me to go. If I can’t convince her to give me this shot.
“Because I’ve got a plan,” I whisper roughly against her mouth. Harper fucking loves plans. If I whipped out a PowerPoint presentation, she might come on the spot. It’s fucking adorable. “You want to hear it?”
“Is it a good plan?” Her fingers tighten and I hold still. Is she pulling me closer or pushing me away?
“It’s a bad plan.” I nip her bottom lip. “The very best bad plan ever.”
Her grip tightens and she pulls my head back until she can meet my gaze full-on. It’s fucking amazing.
“I’m sure a million women have told you how beautiful you are.” She stares into my eyes, taking inventory. Don’t know what she sees there because inside I’m a whole lot of nothing, but she sighs. A soft tease of sound and air that brushes over my mouth in an almost-kiss, reminding me just how close she is.
“I’m not sure you realize that there’s more to you than just your outside,” she continues. “You’re a good man, even if you try to hide it underneath all that ink and leather.”
“I can’t be your boyfriend. I won’t be your forever man.” Pretty sure I fucking growl the words, but her legs are wrapped around my waist and her pussy’s riding my dick. I have zero fucking clues as to what she’s talking about, and right now I don’t care.
“Got it.” She sighs. “You’re a loaner dick.”
And since I don’t know what to say to that, I try kisses instead. I lean in, brushing my mouth over hers, licking at her lower lip.
“Harper.” There’s no way I forget her, not this time, not ever again.
If you’ve got amnesia, you revisit all your old haunts, right? To see if anything comes back to you? I skim a finger beneath the edge of Harper’s panties, waiting for the memories to rush back. I’ve got nothing, nothing but a hot, slick path leading straight to temptation. Never has a man been more willing to fall. I stroke higher, taking my time because she feels that fucking good. How could I possibly have forgotten this?
“You need to know something,” she whispers.
I stop moving, stop fucking breathing. Take my hand back. If she needs me to listen, that’s what I’ll do. “Hit me.”
“This is just sex, and that’s perfect, but I’ve never been big on one-night stands or quickies so I’m a little out of my league here and I don’t want to disappoint. Also? Seeing as how you’re the hottest man I’ve ever known, I’m a little nervous about doing—”
“Shhhh.” I brush my mouth over hers. “Anyone ends up disappointed tonight, it’s my fault.”
“Are you shushing me?”
“You want to talk afterward, I’m all yours. Give you at least nine minutes then, but this time is mine.” I nip her lower lip, leaving the sweetest, pinkest mark.
“I’m timing you,” she says breathlessly.
Her phone’s halfway across the room, so unless she can count and come at the same time, I’m safe. Just to be sure, I ease my hand up her leg again, curving my fingers around her butt and then sinking lower for gold. I stroke the soft silky fabric of her panties. Christ, she’s so wet that I can feel it.
“This is step one in my plan.” I drag my fingers up the seam of her slit, circling her clit. She’s been so good that she deserves a reward. Or I do. Fuck if I care if it means I get to touch her. “You got any feedback for me, babe?”
And then I kiss her before she can answer me, because it’s easier for her to let go and get lost in the pleasure if she’s not talking. Plus, I really love kissing her. I slide my mouth hard against hers until she opens up and lets me all the way in.
She tastes so much better than I imagined.
She tastes sweet and ripe as she comes undone for me, and I pull her closer, wanting everything. Her thighs tighten on my waist and she moans. It’s not enough. I slide my fingers beneath the edge of her panties, move them over slick, wet pussy. She’s fucking juicy. I need to lick her clean, then make her dirty all over again.
“Vik.” She whimpers my name, making that one word into a plea. Yeah. I’ll give her what she wants. I’m all hers.
“Step two. Gonna owe you some new panties. Take you shopping tomorrow if you want.”
I don’t wait for her nod—the cream slicking my fingers is all the permission I need. I tear that tiny tease of a panty off her and drop it onto the floor. We don’t need anything between us. I circle her clit.
And then she loses it, which has to be the fucking dirtiest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She arches against me, bucking and grinding against my dick because now she’s taking what she wants, and I can come along for the ride or not. I want to fuck her on the floor, on the back of my bike, down on the Strip in the fountain in full view of the entire world because this woman...
Harper.
She’s everything to me.
Just for right now, just for tonight because fuck buddies don’t last, but she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and she makes me feel like she sees me the same way I do her. I push a finger into her hard, and she takes it. She takes the next one, too, both of us leaning apart so we can see where we’re joined together, my fingers stretching her obscenely wide.
Christ, she’s tiny. It’s gonna be a rough, hard ride.
She’s close. Her pussy tightens on my fingers, squeezing hard, and I need to get my dick in her now. I’ll give her all the orgasms in the world later tonight, but I have to be inside her this first time. Just to be certain, though, I press the pad of my finger against her G-spot. Her face scrunches up in an almost-frown, her body stilling.
“Vik—”
Gotta love the way she moans my name. I know lots of women believe the G-spot’s either a myth or an optional accessory not all of you come with, but I’m a master hunter and I find what I’m looking for. I curl my fingers like I’m trying to stroke her from the inside out, and she loses it. She starts babbling something about seeing stars and she’s not even looking at the goddamned sky.
She’s looking at me.
I unbuckle and unbutton, shoving my jeans down just enough to get free and get a condom out, pressing Harper against the window with one hand and my weight. As if she’d go anywhere now. As if I could let her go. I don’t care if the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse come down from heaven promising orgasms and a million bucks, I’m not stepping aside. Not now.
“Ask me.” I know my voice sounds hard and mean but I need her to give me this much. “Tell me to give it to you, Harper. Tell me you want this.”
“I want you,” she pants out as I roll on the condom.
Thank fuck.
I lift her up, bring her down and give it to her good.