Page 38 of Game Over
Harper was dying to have him inside her, but he was obviously content to take his time with the sweet torture. “Please.” She knew her plea would fall on deaf ears. When Deke made up his mind, nothing and no one could change it. Not even her.
“Every word will tease your mind,” he continued, still moving his lips over every inch of her skin. “When I’m not with you, you’ll hear my voice. Re-live every second of this.”
She had no doubt he was right. Every minute she spent with Deke felt like a reward for good karma in a past life.
Chapter Thirteen
Love was too trivial to describe what he felt for Harper. So instead of using his words Deke used his body to show Harper how lost he was to her. He slid his finger through her essence, entering her slowly with two digits while his thumb circled her. The rush of ecstasy that crossed her beautiful face as he pleasured her made him want to prolong the inevitable. To keep her teetering on the edge of utopia, climbing then receding, until she was begging for sweet mercy.
His mouth wanted in on the action, so he used every trick in his arsenal to tease and torment her, knowing the reward would be even better after the build-up. His lashes were long and languid, then fast and frantic, alternating between bringing her to the edge and drawing her back.
“Deke…” Her moan was soft, her expression tight, as she fisted the sheets. “Please.”
He wasn’t making her beg to gratify his ego. He was focused solely on her pleasure, knowing the longer it took the better it would feel when he finally hit the switch and set her off like a sexy little rocket.
“It’ll be worth the wait, angel,” he said, kissing her thighs. “I promise.” Just like she’d been worth the wait. It had taken years to get her back, but now that he had her, he wasn’t letting her go. He hadn’t figured out how to help her find what she needed, but he would. He was sure of that.
Her body was trembling as she arched her back off the bed. Her breathing had been reduced to short gasps as she pinched her eyes closed and he was lost in the show she was putting on for him. He hung on her every sound, letting her body guide him to the bliss she craved before he finally hooked his finger and lit the fuse.
Her scream was silent as she shattered, burning him up with her heat, and making his body ache with the urge to devour her. He wanted to exhaust her, and wake her in the morning with the most delicious twinge between her legs and the soul-splitting reminder of who’d put it there.
Without giving her a chance to breathe, he plunged into her, his kiss absorbing her cry as he reminded her how good it felt to be pushed beyond her limits. Sex was sex with anyone else, but with Harper it was sacred. His soul merged with hers while their bodies fused. Their language transcended words. It was in every brush of their lips, caress, thrust, and moan. This woman wasn’t just his sexual partner and never would be. She was his soul mate. His today, tomorrow, and forever.
He pleased and teased as he took her on the ride of her life, pitching her forward, hauling her back, whispering dirty promises in her ear, and taking her mouth in savage kisses that made her sigh when his lips left hers.
The headboard beat the wall as he drove into her in a mind-numbing rhythm of too much and not enough, but he heard his nephew’s soft snore filtering through the speaker, so he wasn’t worried about waking him.
“Deke, I…”
She didn’t have to say it. He felt it. She clenched him in her sweet heat as her body pulsated and surged, making him grip the bedsheets in tight fists beside her head to keep from diving over the edge with her.
He drew deep breaths, trying to remain still, covering her body with his while her hands stroked his back.
“You’re amazing,” she whispered in his ear. “I love the way you make me feel.”
“Nothing compared to the way you make me feel, baby.” Their kiss was soft and sensual, tongues lashing and chasing, while she came down from her high.
“My turn,” she said, winking, as she tried to push against his shoulders.
He chuckled as he fell back on the mattress, letting her straddle him. If his woman wanted to claim the driver’s seat, he sure as hell wouldn’t complain.
Gripping her hips, he watched her mouth fall open and her head tip back as she planted her hands on his chest. She was breathless as her body took over. Rocking against him as he controlled the speed, she was panting and pleading, before finding her release as she took him with her.
He held her against his chest, stroking her hair as they found their equilibrium.
“Wow,” she whispered, kissing his chest. “Just…. wow.”
He chuckled, feeling the same way. There were no words for what happened when they came together. Not even ‘explosive’ would do it justice. “My sentiments exactly, sweetheart.”
He kissed her forehead, closing his arms tighter around her as reality started to seep in. He needed a plan. A way to make her realize she could have him and her career too. But how the hell was he supposed to make that happen?
“I need a minute, babe.”
He took more time than he needed in the washroom as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. There were no easy answers. She needed money, but refused to take it from him. She needed work that fed her soul, just like he did. He got that. It was one of the many reasons he loved her.
His thoughts were torturing him as he made his way back to the bed.
“What are you thinking?” she asked, shifting so she was tucked in to his side. “And don’t say nothing, Deke. I can practically hear the thoughts racing through your head.”
