Page 82 of The Beekeeper

She tasted even sweeter, more potent, because I’d been craving her for days. Days of knowing what her skin felt like under my fingers. What sounds she made when I sucked on her clit. How her pussy felt when it stretched and squeezed around me. I relived that night in the few stolen moments I had for myself because it felt like, if I didn’t, the way I wanted her might just drive me insane.

It had driven me insane.

I’d never come in my fucking pants before. Not even when I was a goddamn teenager. But having her spread open for me on the table like that was so surreal, the way she orgasmed all over my tongue, so hot, it had carried me away. Just like now.

The taste of her mouth was like a breath of fresh air—the first I’d taken for myself since the last time I’d kissed her.

With a groan, I angled her head and deepened the kiss, driving my tongue into every corner of her mouth, reminding her that every inch of it belonged to me. At least for now. Small hands landed on my hips, and I let her sway into me so she could feel how fucking hard I was.

“Blaze,” she murmured as my teeth scored her bottom lip and then her jawline, heading for that spot just below her ear that made her shiver.

My tongue tasted the thrum of her pulse, savoring the way it hammered each time I rolled my hips against her stomach. She was so responsive, so wanting.

I groaned, feeling my cock weep as I recalled that she had virtually no experience. Normally, I wanted experience. I wanted someone who wouldn’t read into the things I said. But when I thought about Harper having that kind of experience, the only thing that filled me was rage. Hell, the knowledge that she’d been with one other man—a shit one at that—made me livid. Irrationally, blindly livid, the idea of some other man’s hands on her. Cock in her.

Mine.

My queen.

“Fuck,” I choked when she palmed my dick.

I’d been so lost in my head—in her kiss—I didn’t even realize she’d moved her hand between us.

“Harper…” I sank my teeth into her neck, framing her heartbeat with my teeth, and let out a deep groan. Her touch was both determined but inexperienced, and for that reason alone, I didn’t drag her hand away. Not yet. I let her fingertips explore me, trace my length all the way to the piercing at my tip, and then back down to fill her palm with my girth.

Pleasure rolled through me, my dick pulsing against her, almost painfully with the need for release.

Fuck.

This was why coming down here was a bad idea. Paisley could wake up at any minute, especially after the day she’d had, and if I wasn’t there—if I was balls-fucking-deep in the woman haunting my dreams…

With a curse, I grabbed her wrist and stepped away from her. I should’ve let her go, but I didn’t. I held onto her hand like I knew I should walk away but I couldn’t.

“Harper…” I breathed heavy, absorbing the sight of her. Her mouth bruised from my kiss. The hard peaks of her nipples against the lace of her bra. The wet spot on the front of her little thong. “Shit.”

My dick strained against my sweats, lifting the fabric until it looked ridiculous the way it stood between us. All I wanted was to fuck her, but I shouldn’t. I should let her go—go back upstairs.

“It’s okay,” Harper murmured, and I looked up to catch her tongue slide over her lips.

At first, I thought she meant it was okay for me to leave—to leave this unfinished and go back to my bedroom. But when my eyes met hers, I saw—I realized she meant that, but she also meant it was okay for me to stay. To be with her. To have these few minutes for myself. She meant it was okay to put the goddamn oxygen mask on myself tonight so I could survive long enough to continue to put my daughter first.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I begged, watching her weight shift as she rubbed her legs together.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said with a kind of seductive innocence to her voice.

“Fuck.” The curse blew through my lips and I took a half-step back, ordering, “Get on your knees.”

Her eyes widened but she didn’t hesitate before dropping her knees to the ground.

I pushed my hand past the waist of my sweats, pushing them and my boxer briefs down enough to draw out my cock. Fuck. My erection thickened in my fist, seeing her pupils dilate when she saw me—when she saw the metal loop glinting off my tip. As she stared at me, a bead of precum leaked from my slit, sliding down the metal and then⁠—

“Fuck,” I breathed out hard, my balls drawing up as Harper bent forward and licked away the drop before it hit the floor. “That hungry for a taste of my cock?”

Because I sure as hell was hungry to see her lips stretched around me.

Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t stammer or stay silent. “Yes.”

“Open that pretty mouth wide, my little queen.”