I pull away from her mouth and take in her chest. Rosy, hard nipples, perfect little handfuls. I missed her breasts so damn much. With my hand, I gently push her back onto her elbows and bring my kisses to her collarbone, running my tongue along it until I reach the base of her neck.

“Yes,” she moans as I move to her chest. I lick one mound, and then the other. Her legs tighten around me.

Moving closer to her areola, I make small circular kisses around the dusky circle, teasing but never fully touching, letting my scruff drag across her porcelain skin. And when I don’t think she can take it any longer, I replace my kisses with my tongue, following the same rough path.

Her hips start to move against my pelvis, her hands press against the counter, her mouth parts. “Rogan, please,” she begs.

“Please what?” I move to the other breast and make the same torturous circles, loving the way she’s already writhing under me.

“Suck my nipple,” she says boldly, shocking me and turning me on even more all at the same time. “Take my breast into your mouth and pleasure me.” Well, fuck, when . . . hell.

“Shit, Harp,” I answer, unable to formulate words.

With both my hands, I pull her romper over her hips. She lifts up, allowing me to remove the garment altogether, leaving her completely naked on my counter.

I take her in, dragging a hand over my mouth. “Where the fuck is your underwear?”

She smiles wickedly. “Didn’t want to wear any tonight.”

“Hell,” I grumble, taking one leg in hand and pressing light kisses up her inner thigh, her smooth skin allowing my lips to graze effortlessly. When I reach her hip bone, I pass by her glistening center and up her stomach. Her body twists under me, her chest arching, giving me easy access. I take her breast in my hand, then close my mouth around her hardened nipple.

“God,” she drags out. “Yes.”

I flick her nipple with my tongue.

I suck it in with my lips.

I nibble it until she’s screaming out my name.

And I repeat the process while pinching her other nipple with my hand. Continually I play with her breasts, until she’s panting, beyond words. That’s when I move my mouth back up her neck and my hand down to her pussy. Palm against her mound, I slip one finger across her slit, testing out just how wet she is.

She’s fucking soaked.

“Feet on the counter,” I demand. “Spread wide for me, Harp.”

Not even taking a second to contemplate my demand, she hoists her feet onto the edge of the counter and drops her legs open, exposing herself completely.

Granted full access, I slip my finger along her slit, rubbing her clit gently as she tosses her head back and groans. I can’t even remember the last time I was this turned on, this excited to watch a woman come. I can’t decide if I want her to come on my fingers or on my face. Both would be fucking amazing.

And the way she so easily gave up her body, the way she’s freely sprawled on my counter, naked, and wanting . . . needing . . .

This is a new side of her, an even sexier side. Where did she get this confidence? Is it something someone else taught her? The thought sends a white-hot bolt of jealousy straight up my back. I’m tempted to ask her, tempted to stop what I’m doing and ask her who she’s been with, but thankfully my dick won’t let me.

Instead, I channel my energy into fucking her with my fingers. Thumb on her clit, I insert one finger and slowly curve it up as I push in. Her moan vibrates against the walls, and she grips the edge of the counter. I press my thumb down on her clit and curve up again, this time a little deeper and a little faster.

“Oh Christ. Yes, Rogan.”

Continuing my movement, I lower my head back down and take one of her breasts into my mouth, rolling her nipple over my teeth and then lapping it up with my tongue. Her hips rock against my hand, pumping my fingers in and out.

Her muscles tense, and her moans become throaty and labored as her head falls back. She’s right there, on the edge, ready to fall over, so I make small circles with my thumb over her clit, massaging the little nub until she contracts around my fingers and cries out my name.

Like the greedy man I am, I take her all in, the way her mouth falls open when she comes, the hardened points of her nipples, and the way her legs quiver with release. So fucking hot, so fucking perfect.

A light perspiration caresses her brow when she finally looks up at me, her eyes heady. Lifting up, she wraps her hand around the back of my neck and pulls me in for a demanding kiss. Her lips part, and her tongue dives into mine as she presses her naked body into my chest. Immediately, I dig my hand through her hair and keep her planted in place.

Our mouths tangle together, needy and desperate for more, our bodies clamoring together, the lasagna completely forgotten. I lower my hands to her ass, where I grip her tightly and move her away from the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I take the lead, carrying her to the back of the house, straight to my bedroom. I kick the door open and bring her to my bed.

I drop her on the fluffy white comforter and reach behind me, pulling my shirt over my head. Her eyes automatically fixate on my chest, roaming and taking in every last contour. Bending forward, I push her against the mattress, straddling her.

“God, Rogan.” Her hands caress my shoulders. “Where was this body in college?”

Chuckling, I press my lips against her sweet skin. “I’ve had some spare time.”

“This isn’t spare time. This is obsession.” Her fingers dance over my abs, down to my waistline; she unbuttons my pants, pushing the zipper down and then dipping her fingers past my boxer briefs.

“Christ,” I mumble against her neck as she slowly wraps her fingers around my aching cock, her thumb playing with the underside, rubbing just below the head. “Harper, fuck, that feels good.”

“I’ve missed this,” she murmurs. “Feeling you, hearing your voice so close to my ear, instinctively knowing exactly how to touch you. I missed you.”

Lifting up, I stare into her glistening eyes, emotion flooding them. I lean forward and press a whisper of a kiss across her lips. “I’ve missed you too, Harp. So fucking much. I’ve missed the way you look at me, as if you’ve never seen a man like me before. You make me feel whole.”

Pushing my pants down past my ass, releasing my cock completely from my briefs, she guides me to her center. “You are whole, Rogan. More whole than you’ve ever been.”

She pumps my length a few times right before guiding me, letting me slowly slide into her.

Hands above her head now, breasts pushed up to the sky, she spreads her legs wide as I enter her, inch by slow inch. “I want to feel all of you,” she says, her eyes fluttering open. “I want to feel every inch until you have nothing left to give.”

I throw one of her legs up and over my shoulder and push my pelvis all the way against hers, making us both moan. And I stay there, letting her adjust to my length as she slowly breathes in and out.

“I don’t . . .” She swallows hard. “I don’t remember you making me feel this full, this out of control, like I can’t get enough of you all at the same time.”

“I feel the same.” I caress her cheek, letting my other hand drag down her leg to her clit; I press my thumb against it again. She clenches deliciously around my cock.

“Oh God, don’t.” She shifts. “I’ll come; don’t touch me there.”

“That’s the point, Harp, to make you come.”

“Not yet,” she pleads. “Please, I want to feel you thrust, watch your body convulse, listen to the sexy sounds that slip past your tight lips.” She moves her hips against mine. “Please . . .”

Unable to deny her anything, I remove my hand and grip her leg while I start to thrust in and out, the feel of her tight pussy wrapping around my cock nearly destroying me in seconds.

“Fuck, Harper, you feel so damn good. So perfect.”

I quicken my pace, picking up my thrusts and then slowing them back down when her chest starts to heave. Slowly in and out, I move inside her, twisting my hips while I push in.

I want to live here forever, deep inside Harper, stopping time as this euphoric feeling consumes me, where there is nothing but me and her and the love I have for her. How could I ever have been so stupid to let go of this? To push her away when she’s the only thing that matters? All I’ve ever needed was her love, her arms wrapped around me, her lips pressed against mine. I would give up everything just to make sure I’m by her side for the rest of my life.

Everything. Just to be with her.

“Rogan.” She breathes hard. “I don’t think . . . oh God,” she moans when I drive into her forcefully. “I’m there, please tell me—”

“I’m going to come, Harp,” I grind out, my hips pulsing now, my balls tightening, my legs going numb as everything around me darkens and my stomach coils, all sensation accumulating in the center of my body.

So tight.

So good.

So fucking perfect.

I can’t hold on any longer.