Blake
I’m going to fucking murder Craig Galinski, but right now, all I want to do is hold Harper. She obviously didn’t mean to end things between us. I completely misjudged her. I was wrong. We were both so, so wrong.
We’ve wasted so much time hurting, feeling alone. We’ve wasted years when we could have been together, but I’m not going to let that realization haunt me. Right now, I’m making a choice, and I choose her. I choose Harper. I choose my girl.
I kiss her like I’m never going to stop because honestly, if it’s up to me, I won’t. I’ll kiss her ‘til the stars die, ‘til the sky goes black. I’ll kiss her ‘til the end of time.
I’ll kiss her forever and I’ll never stop because we’ve been apart for too long. It’s been years. It’s been a lifetime.
“I missed you,” I say again.
“I missed you, too, Blake,” Harper whispers. I pull her closer to me. Her breasts press against my chest. I need to touch her. I need to touch all of her. Harper and I will have plenty of time to talk later. We’ll have plenty of time to explore our feelings and I can get on my knees and beg her to take me back. I’d planned to do that all along, anyway. She’s the main reason I came back to Raven. She’s the reason I walked away from my job.
I couldn’t take not knowing anymore.
I needed to try.
Well, now I’m trying, but I’m doing it with my body instead of my words. This isn’t the way I thought Harper and I would reconnect, but I’ll take what I can get. I’ll take her. I’ll take all of her.
I slide my hands up her sides, running my fingers over the soft fabric of her shirt. She’s so delicate and sweet, but I want more. I want to be bad with Harper. I want to be naughty. I want everything I’ve wanted for the last eight years but couldn’t have.
I want her.
I cup her breasts over her shirt as I start kissing her neck. She groans in contentment, and I keep going. I run my tongue over her collarbone and back up her throat, desperate to cover each part of her body with my kisses.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur. She moans, but doesn’t speak. Instead, she runs her hands through my long hair and down my beard. She touches my chest and my back and finally, her little hands settle on my ass. She squeezes and pulls me forward, urges me closer to her.
“I missed you, too, Blake,” she whispers. Harper shakes her head as she looks at me. “I thought I could resist you when I saw you again. I always knew we’d meet again sometime. I thought I could fight this thing between us.”
“You can’t fight fate, Harper.”
“I thought you hurt me, Blake. I didn’t know it was Craig.”
“Shh,” I press my finger to her lips. “Forget about him. I’ll deal with him later. Right now, it’s just you and me. Right now, we have all the time in the world. It’s just the two of us right now, princess. It’s just you and me.”
She melts against me, kissing me, reminding me of why I fell in love with Harper McBride in the first place. She always was the sweetest little thing. She always was a darling.
“I don’t want our first time together to be in the office,” I whisper, realizing we need to slow down. If we keep touching like this, that’s exactly what’s going to happen. I’m going to lose control and she probably will, too. I’m going to go insane and lose my ability to think rationally because I’ll just want to be inside of her.
“Please,” she whispers. “I don’t care. I don’t care that we’re in the office. I just want you, Blake. I need you. Please. We’ve waited long enough. It’s been too many years. I just want you to keep touching me.”
Then Harper kicks her shoes off and starts to wiggle out of her jeans. I follow suit, realizing that if she doesn’t want me to stop, I’m not going to be able to. I need her too much. I’ve wanted her for too long. I need her. I crave her. I love her.
This isn’t how I saw us getting back together, but I’ll take it, and I’ll make love to Harper like I never have before. I’ll hold her like it’s the first time. I’ll touch her like she’s the only girl in the world because to me, she is. It’s always been her.
Soon we’re both completely naked and I take a second to just look at her. She’s even more beautiful naked than I remember. She’s no longer the lanky teenager she was when we first fell in love all those years ago. No, Harper has filled out and now she’s got the curves of a woman. Her hips are wide and her breasts are bigger, fuller. She looks incredible.
“I’m a little fatter,” she says, raising an eyebrow, obviously waiting to see what I’ll say, but I just start rubbing my cock as I look at her.
“You’re fucking beautiful, baby. You’re even hotter than I remember.” She just laughs and touches me, running her hands down my chest.
“And you’re fitter than I remember,” she says. “When did you get a six pack?” I glance down at my stomach and shrug.
“Years of early morning workouts paid off, I suppose.”
“I like it,” she says. “You were handsome before, of course, but this is incredible.” She touches me everywhere and I grab her, kissing her. Somehow, we make it over to the desk and I sit down in the chair before pulling her into my lap.
Harper rubs herself against me shamelessly, as she should. There’s nothing shameful or embarrassing about this: about two long-lost lovers meeting again. There’s nothing wrong with the way we’re touching each other. There’s nothing wrong with the way we’re both losing ourselves to the moment.
She leans back and I palm her breasts, pinching her nipples.
“Tell me you’re ready, baby,” I murmur.
“Please,” Harper groans, and then she lowers herself onto my cock, sinking down onto my length.
And immediately, the last eight years are forgotten.
Instantly, all I think of is the first time, all those years ago.
All I think of is the way she made me feel as a teenager discovering love for the very first time.
All I think of is how sweet she is.
And now that she’s grinding on my cock, I never want to let her go. I lose myself in her hair, playing with her long locks. She touches my face and kisses my neck and soon I’m struggling to hold myself together.
Soon I’m threatening to come undone.
I reach between us and run my fingers over her clit, pressing her body softly.
“More,” she murmurs as she grinds against me. I rub faster, harder, and I feel her entire body tense as she nears orgasm.
“Come for me, princess,” I murmur, and she does. As she cries out, I find my release at the same time. We come together in perfect unison, like a perfect match.
Like we were made for each other.
Like this was meant to be.