Mister O(71)

I am so crazy for her it’s ridiculous.

I stand up, walk over, and scoop her up. “You are my dream girl,” I say roughly, and I carry her to the bed and toss her on it.

She squeals playfully as she lands. “So that’s a yes then? The cape is good?”

I straddle her. “Let me put it this way. The way you look in that cape is scorching enough to launch a thousand new dirty Tumblr feeds. The Hot Redhead in the Cape. Wait.” I shake my head then bring a finger to her lips. “Don’t tell a soul. That’s going to be the name of my next show. Only it’ll be so hot it has to run in the early hours of the morning. On Cinemax.”

She fingers the satin of the cape. “I guess that means you want me to leave it on then.”

“For now,” I say, rubbing my dick against her panties.

In a second, that naughty, playful glint disappears from her eyes. It’s replaced by unbridled heat. She shudders and reaches her hands up to me, clasping my face. “Kiss me, please. Nothing turns me on more than your kisses, Nick.”

“Kissing you is my favorite foreplay, too.”

I bend to her and kiss her like crazy. She melts into my arms, just f*cking melts like ice cream on a hot summer day, and she tastes even better. She’s warm and snug beneath me, and she murmurs in my mouth, sighing against my lips, and her fingertips play with the ends of my hair in a way that makes me groan. She sucks on my tongue, nibbles on my lips, and then brushes that sweet, soft mouth of hers all over mine. I’m awash in a desire so wildly intense that the only way to quench it is to be consumed by it. To let it overwhelm me, like this girl has taken over my mind, my heart, and my body. I want her with every part of me.

She grinds her hips up against my hard-on.

Yeah, that part, too. Especially that part.

Another thrust of her hips, and that’s all the kissing foreplay I can handle. A profound need crashes into me. The need to touch her everywhere, to kiss every inch of her body, to know her. I move down the bed and dip my thumbs into the sides of her panties. At the same time, she lifts up her hips.

My breath catches as she does that. It’s such a small move in the scheme of things, but it tells me everything. She wants me to undress her as badly as I want to be the one to take off all her clothes.

My mind hooks on to something she said at the Italian restaurant, something she said she liked. Seeing you undress for me. Her voice plays in my head, and I hear those words in a new way. In a way that threads deeper into my heart, that means more than getting naked for someone. That means this is the person you want to strip bare for.

As I tug her panties to her knees, then her ankles, then off, I know with a bone-deep certainty that Harper is it for me. The road starts and ends here—with this magnificent beauty in a cape in my bed after midnight.

Kneeling at her feet, I slide off her shoes, circle my hands around her ankles, and gaze up at her face. Her lips are parted, and her blue eyes hold mine hostage.

“Hi, handsome,” she whispers.

“Hey, beautiful.”

Our voices sound different. She has to hear it, too. Has to feel it like I do. I bend to her calf and press a kiss there. When I raise my face, she gasps from that little touch.

“Harper,” I say, my voice raspy.

“Yeah?”

“Want to know something I’ve learned about what I like?” I ask, repeating the words she said to me that night.

“Tell me.”

“Seeing you undress for me.”

“Oh God,” she moans, and I spread her legs wide, part them in a V, and then I bury my face between her thighs.

There is nothing quite like that moan on the first lick.

Nothing.

Her sounds fall on my ears like the most gorgeous song, and I love that she’s learned how awesome oral sex is, because I can’t resist licking her. I want to f*ck her so badly, but this is my favorite thing in the world. Going down on my girl. Tasting her sweetness on my tongue, my lips, my face.

I love how slick she feels, and how much wetter she gets the faster I go. The more I flick my tongue across her flesh, the louder she moans, the wilder she writhes, until she thrashes under me. She doesn’t even like fingers—all she wants is tongue and lips. She becomes this desperate, frenzied woman, her hands clutching at my hair, her legs widening then wrapping around my head.

I look up at her, and she watches my eyes dance between her legs, and then I do the thing she loves most. I dip my hands under her ass, and cup those luscious cheeks as I kiss her like crazy.

Oh God.

Yes!

That.

Oh my f*cking God.

I squeeze and knead her ass as I kiss her *, and she’s in paradise. I grab those cheeks harder, spreading them a little bit with my thumbs, and she bucks up into my mouth. I love her ass, and her ass loves me. We fit in every way, especially when she curls her hands tight around my head as if she’s never letting go, and rocks into my face until she loses control and comes undone on a scream.

I slow my moves, letting her savor the aftereffects. Wiping my hand across my mouth, I crawl up her body, so ready to feel her in a new way. Her cape is all twisted around her, the tie yanked to her shoulder now. I quickly untie it, freeing her.

“I thought about you all day today. All night. All day yesterday,” I whisper, as I rub the head of my dick against her slick heat.

“You have to know it’s the same for me,” she says, reaching for my hips, pulling me closer.