22
HARPER
God. Reed. He was… this was… I couldn’t think. I could only feel. Feel his body pressing into mine. Feel his heat, his strength. Feel his intensity, his desire for me.
How had this guy gotten past every defense I ever raised? How did he see things no one else did?
Why did he even want me? He knew every broken piece of me, and he was still here. Sure, it could be for the s*x, but he’d touched me and never asked for reciprocation. Even now—
I moaned, low and deep, coming hard. Coming all over him.
He didn’t let up, licking and kissing my core as the best orgasm of my life slowly faded. I was relaxed—biggest understatement ever—and boneless. Sweaty. Content.
He came up over me, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Good?”
I rolled my eyes, and I couldn’t help the smile
