Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Chewing on her bottom lip, she met my gaze. “I still have a hard time remembering I’m not that overweight young girl who no one ever looked at twice.”
I brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. “I never saw you like that. You’re more than the size of your clothes.”
Grinning, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around my neck. When I picked her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“I had a dream that you and I made love, and afterward, you wrote ‘mine’ on my upper thigh.”
I lifted my brows. “Do you want to be mine, Harp?”
Her eyes flickered around my face before connecting our gazes once more. “I am yours, Declan.”
I lifted a hand and traced my finger along her jawline. “And I’m yours, Harper.”
She kissed me before putting her feet back on the floor, taking my hand in hers, and walking us toward an oversized chair off to one side of the back room, where a small sitting area was set up. There was a love seat, the chair, and a small table.
“Sit down, Declan.”
Doing as she asked, I sat. Harper straddled me and began rubbing herself against my dick. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when I felt myself getting hard once more.
“That’s it, baby, use me to make yourself feel good.”
Harper’s hands gripped the chair on either side of my head as she rubbed harder. It was crazy to think that I could come this way, without even being inside of her, but if she kept it up, I knew I would.
“I need you, Declan,” she whispered, reaching for my cock to line me up. She slowly sank down, and we both moaned when she started to rock.
“God, Harp. It feels so good with you on top. Take what you need.”
Dropping her head back, she rocked her hips and touched her breasts, and it took everything I had not to come. I loved watching her move.
Her eyes opened when she brought her head back down. Our gazes met, and she placed her hands on my chest and rode me faster.
“Fuuuck,” I cried out, closing my eyes and trying not to spill inside her before she came.
“Touch me, Declan. Touch my clit.”
My eyes snapped open, and I did as she asked.
“Yes! Oh yes, that feels so good. I’m going to come!”
“So am I, baby—so am I.”
We came at the same time, and it was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had in my life. I had a feeling every time with Harper would be better than the last.
She fell forward and rested her head against my chest. “Now I’m exhausted and just want to crawl into bed.”
I laughed softly while running my hands over her back. “Should we go upstairs and clean up?”
“Mmm, I’m so comfortable with you still inside me.”
Kissing the top of her head, I said, “You’re possessing me body and soul, Harper Browning.”
She drew back and looked at me, whispering my name. “Declan.”
When I lifted my hand and touched the side of her face, Harper leaned into it and slowly let out a breath.
Her eyes closed briefly as she said, “This feels like home.”
Looking at her beautiful face, I felt a bubble of emotion build in my throat. I tried to speak, but my voice cracked.
Harper opened her eyes and smiled down at me.
Even in the military, I’d had the feeling of searching for something my whole life. Only to realize now that that something was Harper Browning. And I had no intention of ever letting her go.
Leaning forward, I kissed her and whispered, “That’s because it is home.”
Harper
“There’s nothing better than the farmers’ market,” I declared, as Declan and I strolled hand in hand through the booths on The Green.
The last month had been amazing, and I couldn’t believe how fast time was going by. It was mid-July, and the temperatures were still above normal with hot days and cool nights.
Declan stopped at a booth that was selling local honey. He picked up a bottle and read the label.
“This is Martin Banks’s honey?” Declan asked the young girl sitting behind the table.
“Yep, that’s my dad.”
Declan’s head snapped up. “Martin’s your father?”
The girl nodded. “Do you know him?”
Smiling, Declan replied, “I do. Or at least, I did a very long time ago. How is he?”
“He’s good. He’ll be here later. Right now, it’s just my mother and me.”
“Good to know,” Declan said, taking out his wallet. “I’ll take this.”
After finishing the sale, Declan grabbed the little bag with his honey and we started walking again.
“Who’s Martin Banks? I don’t remember him.”
“He didn’t go to school here. I met him through football. He was homeschooled, but he played in the same league I played in.”
“Is he related to the local Banks family?”
“He’s Aurora’s cousin, I think? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s how they’re related. I don’t know why he was homeschooled, though. I never did ask him.”