The Sweetest Thing (14 page)

He hadn’t had a decent break in months and Quentin was thankful for the three-day weekend. The staff was on tap to keep the bakery running and he had decided to take Harper on a short road trip to Nashville for the weekend. He’d been invited to perform with a group of old college friends and he was looking forward to the opportunity.

It had been a week-long conversation with Harper about whether she should or shouldn’t go and once she had given in, resigned to throw caution to the wind, and have herself a great time, he had them packed and in the car before she could change her mind. They’d gone with Troy’s blessings, Jasmine’s best wishes, and even Miss Alice had prayed for their safekeeping.

For three and one-half hours the couple traveled the 210 miles along Interstate 40 to the Hermitage Hotel. And despite the easy conversations that flowed between them, Quentin knew that Harper was nervous, her anxiety at an all-time high. She was nervous and so was he, both of them knowing that they were on the verge of crossing a point of no return in their growing relationship. Any other time or place and the adventure would have been the easiest thing for them to embark on but that moment still found them questioning if they were doing the right thing.

The old venerable property defined luxury and the exquisite hotel lobby was the epitome of Southern charm. Harper’s excitement bubbled as Quentin checked them into the presidential suite. The oversize room was generously appointed and from their room’s window they had a great view of the Capitol Building. Once the door was closed and locked her enthusiasm ran over and she climbed onto the king-size bed and began to hop up and down. Quentin found her enthusiasm infectious.

“You need to stop before you break that bed,” he laughed as he snapped a picture of her on his smart phone.

“Oh, can you imagine if we go back and tell Troy and them that we broke the bed? That would be too funny!” She laughed.

“Don’t put me in that,” Quentin said, laughing with her. “If you break that bed there will be no
we
in that.”

Harper dropped down onto her knees. “The story is much more interesting when it’s the both of us doing it,” she said.

Quentin crawled onto the bed with her, wrapping his arms around her torso. “I think we need to do
it
then,” he said as he kissed her mouth, capturing her lips beneath his own.

Harper purred as she kissed him back. He tasted of mint and honey and just as she was thinking of tossing her clothes aside, Quentin’s cell phone rang. It chimed and stopped, then minutes later chimed a second and then a third time.

Harper broke the connection, pulling her mouth from his. “Someone wants to speak with you really bad,” she said, her breathing heavy.

Quentin shook his head as he reached for the device and answered it. “Hello?”

Sliding off the bed Harper moved back to peer out the window, waiting while Quentin finished his conversation. When he finally disconnected the call disappointment adorned his face.

“What’s wrong?” she questioned.

“That was my friend Paul. He and his band are downstairs getting set up. I need to go down and meet them,” he said, referring to the group that he’d been invited to perform with that night.

Harper pursed her lips in a pretend pout. She slowly pulled at the zipper on the jacket she was wearing, exposing just a hint of the red-laced brassiere she wore. “Oh well,” she said. “Leave a girl hanging.”

An erection lengthened in Quentin’s pants, his eyes widening. “You don’t play fair,” he said, amusement pulling at the lines of his mouth.

Harper laughed as she zipped her top closed. “Make it up to me then,” she intoned.

He grinned. “Anything you want, baby,” he said as Harper slowly eased her way back into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and locked her fingers behind his back as she lifted her chin to stare up at him. “Tonight, when we get back to the room, you have to play your saxophone
naked
for me,” she said, her voice a loud whisper.

Quentin grinned as he rolled his eyes skyward. His head waved from side to side and he leaned in to kiss her lips. “Naked?”

She nodded. “Yep!”

“You know you’re the only one I’d do that for, right?” He tapped her on her behind as she headed in the direction of the door. Quentin turned, searching out his saxophone case. Retrieving the instrument he followed behind her, suddenly anxious for the afternoon to be over.

 

 

Quentin couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so hard. Harper had been the belle of the ball with his fraternity brothers and it had been a great time. He took a deep breath as he lifted his saxophone from the case, adjusting the neck cork. He moved over to the large chair he’d placed in the center of the room and took a seat. Pulling the instrument to his lips he bit down gently against the mouthpiece.

In the bathroom Harper turned off the shower and wrapped the plush white towel around her body as she swiped at the moisture against her skin. The music coming from the other room was soft at first, slowly building in volume. The song was “Lights Down Low” and she was impressed that she was beginning to recognize the songs Quentin loved so much. As he played she couldn’t help but smile, excited by the prospect of what she might find on the other side of the door. She stopped doing what she was doing and stood in the center of the marbled space to listen. With her eyes closed, the sweet lull was intoxicating, teasing all of her senses.

As Quentin transitioned to his next song, Harper pulled her fingers through the short length of her hair. Her face was flushed from the steam in the room and she applied a light coat of moisturizer to her skin. Her only makeup was a hint of eyeliner to brighten her eyes and the barest coat of lip gloss across her lips. She searched her toiletry bag for her perfume and when she found the signature Thierry Mugler bottle she dabbed the exotic scent on all of her pulse points: her wrists, the inside of her elbows, the nape of her neck, and the creases behind her knees. She started to recap the bottle, hesitated, smiled, then spritzed her inner thighs.

Miss Alice had gifted the leopard-print lace-and-satin baby-doll gown to her and as she slipped it over her head, Harper wasn’t anticipating being in her clothes for very long. The thought suddenly excited her and she held her breath to stall the intense wave of emotion that swept through her body. Taking one last look at her reflection in the mirror, Harper opened the bathroom door and moved back into the room.

The lights were dimmed, casting a haunting glow through the space. The music was easy, like a warm breeze, and Harper couldn’t help but smile as it washed over her. Quentin sat in the center of the room, in all his glory. As naked as the day he’d been born, the saxophone hanging low between his legs, obscuring his private parts. His large feet were firmly planted on the floor and his broad shoulders were hunched ever so slightly as he leaned forward in his seat. The contrast between the instrument’s shining gold surface and his pale complexion was visually enticing. Harper stood staring and Quentin stared back, his eyes focused on the sheer beauty of her smile. He changed songs, “Ain’t No Sunshine” resounding with a sexy ambiance through the space.

She moved slowly toward him, her body gliding across the carpeted floor until she came to a stop directly in front of him. She slowly gyrated her hips in sync to the music, drawing her hands across her body. Her fingers danced past her stomach, brushed over one breast and then the other, stroked her neck, pulled through her hair, and laced together above her head. The slow, sensual motion of her erotic dance teased every ounce of his fortitude. But he kept playing, making that horn sing as she reveled in the moment. Then unable to resist a second longer, Quentin blew his last note, allowing his beloved instrument to slide to the floor at his side.

Harper smiled as he reached for her. Quentin welcomed the exquisite woman into his arms, anxious to feel her against him. He wrapped one hand around her waist and twisted the other into the hair at the back of her head as he drew her against him. She smelled like heaven and the scent of her nourished and quenched the hunger rising from deep in his soul. He pressed his face into her neck, inhaling the sweet aroma against her skin as he held her close.

Harper’s hands brushed across his broad chest, over his shoulders and around his neck, the embrace moving her to tears as she settled comfortably against his lap. His excitement was pressed firm and hard against her bottom and she felt her pelvic muscles begin to clench and tighten with anticipation.

Standing, Quentin swept her up into his arms like a new bride. He lifted her easily and carried her to the bed. As he eased her down against the mattress she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, fighting to stall the sensations sweeping through her. Quentin’s touch had ignited every one of her nerve endings, her body on fire. He brushed his fingers along the profile of her face and when she reopened her eyes he was staring at her intently, his own tears misting his gaze.

Quentin took her lower lip between his, suckling it gently before he eased his tongue into her mouth. Harper felt her body responding and she wrapped her arms even tighter around his torso. He gently sucked at her lips and then her tongue, drawing it into his mouth and she felt his lips close around it, suckling it tenderly. The kiss was perfection and she lingered in the sheer beauty of it.

Quentin moved his mouth to her throat, gently licking and kissing at her flesh, eliciting the softest gasps and moans of pleasure from her. His hands moved to her breasts, teasing one nipple and then the other until both had hardened like candy between his fingers. Where his hands led, his mouth followed and he moaned his own pleasure against her skin.

Harper’s small hands danced with ease across his body, kneading and teasing every square inch of his flesh. He jumped ever so slightly when she suddenly reached between his body and hers to wrap her palm around the hard lines of his erection. She gasped, sucking in air as she felt the fullness of him. Her heart skipped a beat and then a second. She bit down against her bottom lip and lifted her eyes to his. Quentin was rock hard, his length and width at magnificent proportions. She slowly stroked his engorged member, pumping him slowly beneath her palm.

Quentin paused, his forehead pressed against her shoulder as he relished the sensation of heat her hands were producing. Lifting her body ever so slightly, Harper pushed against him, moving him to roll onto his back as she crawled above him, sliding down between his outstretched legs. She continued to explore him with her hands and then she leaned forward, blowing warm breath against the throbbing head of his member. He felt himself holding his own breath in anticipation. When he felt her soft lips press a kiss against the throbbing head, he moaned loudly, a guttural sound blowing into the air.

He placed a hand on the back of her head as she parted her lips and took him into her mouth. It was almost too much for him to take as her lips and tongue bathed him with pleasure. He could feel the intensity building as she ran one hand across his body, grasping his backside, while the other teased and massaged his testicles. Harper loved the feel and taste of him in her mouth and when she looked up to see the look of sheer pleasure on his face, she whispered a promise to herself that she would pleasure him this way as often as he desired.

Quentin suddenly pulled away from her. He reached forward and swept her back into his arms, kissing her hard. The intensity of it was aggressive and she responded in kind, drinking him in as his tongue reached for the back of her throat. Sliding back into each other’s arms, they lost themselves in the shared kisses and the touch of the other’s hands. Up and down their respective bodies they roamed and explored, searching for secrets that could be found and revealed.

As he flipped her over, dropping his body down against hers, Harper moaned his name over and over again. The sound of fabric ripping intensified the moment as Quentin tore her thong from her body. As she bore his weight he grabbed the cheeks of her ass with both hands and squeezed, bringing a gasping moan to her lips as he ground her pelvis against his own.

Harper let out a loud breath as Quentin’s hand ventured between her legs, coming to rest on her bare, wet mound. His touch sent an erotic surge ripping through her body as he gently teased the curls of her pubic hair and stroked the wet folds, even slipping a finger through the door of her treasure spot to caress her sensitive places. At one point he withdrew two fingers covered in her sweet nectar and eagerly brought them to his mouth. He sucked them enthusiastically then immediately slipped both digits back into her, adding a third and then a fourth. His movements were slow and easy and Harper quivered beneath the delightful caresses.

Rising onto his knees, Quentin stared down at her. Neither had spoken, both lost in the intensity of the moment. He smiled, a mischievous gleam shimmering in his light eyes. Harper’s breath caught deep in her chest as Quentin grabbed both her legs and spread her open. She tried to push herself farther back against the mattress as he dropped down low between the vee of her opening. Lowering his head Quentin extended his tongue and trailed it up and down the length of her feminine center, gently probing her outer walls with the tip. Harper let out a long loud sigh in response as she savored the moment.

Quentin rolled his tongue up to her belly button, then back down to just below her mound. Along the way he teased her flesh with promises of more to come. He suddenly slipped his arms beneath each of her thighs and lifted the woman enough to bring her intoxicating sex within easy reach of his mouth. His touch was soft at first, allowing her to enjoy every second of the experience. He pressed his tongue past the folds, working his way along the passage his fingers had already traveled. His thrusts increased in depth and frequency as he licked her in earnest.