The Sweetest Thing (21 page)

Harper paused as her body accepted the fullness of him, her muscles throbbing around his hardness. She was on fire with lust, the feel of him incredible and she clenched and tightened her muscles around his.

Staring into the mirror Quentin watched as she slowly raised herself up and down, building up an easy rhythm that increased with speed. In no time at all Harper was pleasuring herself wildly on his hardness, skin slapping skin, both of them grunting and panting and moaning.

Harper cried out, “Oh, yes . . . harder . . . harder!”

Quentin moaned with her. “That’s it, baby. That sweet, tight kitty feels so good.”

Harper continued to ride him hard, thrusting herself up and down against him as she felt her orgasm approaching. “Make me come!” she groaned as she clenched and tightened her muscles, triggering a wealth of sensation to sweep through Quentin’s body.

He pushed her torso forward, lifting his hips as he slammed himself up against her. As they met each other stroke for stroke she suddenly felt him explode inside of her, blasting deep into her core. Heat rushed through her center, triggering her orgasm at the same time and her body shuddered in ecstasy.

Spent, Quentin dropped his torso back against the bed and Harper lay back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her trunk as she lifted her legs and settled the bottoms of her feet against his thighs. Her legs were sprawled open and he slid his fingers between her thighs, lightly massaging the delicate folds.

Harper purred. “That feels good,” she said as she tilted her head to watch him touch her. He turned his head as well so that he could watch her in the mirror watching him, her hips pushing ever so slightly against his hand. Wrapping an arm around her waist he rolled her slightly so that he could reach the pillows at the head of the bed, pulling them beneath his neck and back to lift his torso ever so slightly. His hands fell back to her crotch as he stroked her, the pads of his fingers dancing against her swollen clit. Both continued to watch their play in the mirror, something sexy and seductive about the voyeuristic activity.

Her breathing was coming harder, each inhalation and exhalation in sync with his strokes. Harper arched her back, her whole body feeling as if it were on fire. Quentin wrapped one arm around her to still her thrashing, holding her tightly against him. His other hand continued to dance between her legs until she quaked, every muscle and nerve ending in her body erupting with a vengeance. She slammed her legs closed around his hand and he reveled in the heated pulse that had captured his fingers.

Quentin held her until her breathing eased and she drifted into a light sleep. He rolled her onto her side, his own body curving around her. He kissed the curve of her shoulder, nuzzled his face into her hair, and drifted off to sleep with her.

It was raining outside. Harper looked out the hotel window and had no motivation to venture out into the French Quarter. If she had her way she and Quentin would stay in bed until the sun returned. He was still sleeping soundly, his naked body tangled in the bedclothes. His bare backside was teasing and she was half tempted to pull out her iPad to capture the memory. She felt herself smiling brightly.

She was feeling immensely blessed. Staring out to the cloud-filled sky she wondered if her father had ever envisioned her being as happy as she was in that moment. She thought about the man she was discovering through other people’s eyes. The man Quentin emulated; friends and family said Quentin was a living reminder of the patriarch who’d raised him. As much as she was discovering her love for Quentin she fathomed that she would have liked her father. She would have liked him a lot. Just thinking about how different things might have been made her teary. She sniffled back her tears.

Quentin suddenly stirred, reaching his arm across in search of her. He lifted his torso ever so slightly, searching her out. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

She nodded, pulling the white sheet that covered her nakedness tighter around her body. “I’m fine, baby.”

Quentin yawned and stretched his own body outward. He tossed his legs off the side of the bed, moved onto his feet, and headed into the bathroom. Harper heard the flush of the commode and then water running. Minutes later he eased back into the room.

Making his way to Harper’s side, he leaned in and kissed her, brushing a warm palm across her cheek. His face was damp and she could smell the minty aroma of the mouthwash that rested on the bathroom counter.

Quentin tossed a glance out the window she sat in. “You flashing the neighbors?”

Harper laughed. “I don’t think anyone is looking at me,” she said.

He laughed with her. “Are you sure about that? If I were down there and saw a half-naked woman in the window I’d look.”

Harper lifted her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. Quentin reached for the desk chair and pulled it to her side. He lifted his legs next to hers, propping his feet against the wall.

“Why do you look so sad?” he questioned. “You look like you’ve been crying.”

“I was just thinking about my father.”

Quentin blew a deep sigh. “Good things I hope.”

“I was thinking that if you are as much like him as people keep saying then he had to have been a wonderful man. I wish I’d gotten to know him when I had the chance.”

He nodded. “Pop loved you. More importantly I think he would have really
liked
you. But I don’t want you to be sad. I miss him, too, but Pop never did sad. He always said life was way too short to linger too long in heartache or despair. Sadness has its own place and sometimes you needed to leave it high and dry and move on.”

Harper smiled. “I get that. I think I was just having a moment.”

He nodded. “I can think of a few things we could do to put your mind on other things.”

He slipped his hand beneath her sheet and caressed the calf of her leg. Harper smiled, the heat from his fingertips wafting through her body. She threw a quick look out the window, then turned her gaze back to his. She changed the subject.

“Did you call Troy and check in?”

“I did. The bakery is fine. He’s good. Miss Alice is doing well and even Rachel seems to be in a good mood.”

“That’s good. I miss them all. Even Rachel, surprisingly!”

He chuckled. “I do too. I figured we’d stay one, maybe two more days and then we’ll head back.”

Harper took a deep breath. “I have a confession I need to make,” she said, a wry grin pulling at her lips. She met his curious stare.

“I get the feeling I’m not going to like this,” Quentin said.

Harper laughed as Quentin gestured for her to continue.

“It’s not that bad,” she exclaimed. “But I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”

“Okay, go on,” he said as he continued to caress her leg.

“Remember when I first got here and you fell asleep in the living room without your clothes on?”

“I had on clothes.”

She shook her head. “You really didn’t.”

“What’s your confession?”

“I did take photos! Just three, maybe four, okay five.”

Quentin shook his head. “And just what did you do with those pictures?”

She giggled. “I posted them on a dating site to see if I could find you a match.”

“How’d I do?”

“Crash and burn. I couldn’t get any takers.”

“Did you get my good side?”

She shrugged. “You were butt up, face down. There was no good side.”

Quentin laughed, his head waving from side to side. “You’re forgiven. I have a confession to make as well?”

Her eyes widened. “Okay.”

“I took pictures of you, too.”

“You did not!”

“I did, really!”

She rolled her eyes and Quentin laughed.

“Seriously though,” he said as he took a deep breath. “I got into a fistfight with Dwayne.”

“No!” She sat forward in her seat, her expression stunned. “When?”

“That morning I arrived in Baton Rouge I went to see him first and I slugged him. I slugged him good.”

“That’s how you bruised your cheek.”

He nodded his head. “It is.”

“Why would you do that?”

“He put his hands on you. I couldn’t let that slide.”

Harper’s head waved from side to side. “I hate that you two haven’t been able to fix your friendship. I really do.”

“Actually, I think we’re closer to making amends than we have ever been.”

“What happened?”

“Well, we wrestled for a bit. Both of us got a few good licks in and then we talked.”

“Talking is good.”

“Dwayne and Rachel were in a relationship when she and I started dating. She cheated on him first, not me.”

Harper’s eyes widened, her mouth opened wide in surprise. “And you didn’t know?”

“Neither one of them ever said a thing. We were all friends and when I think about it now I don’t know how I missed it.”

She shook her head. “I told him that there was no way she was in love with you. If she had truly loved you he would never have been able to come between the two of you.”

“You were the one who said she was in love with me.”

“I said that if a woman
thinks
she’s in love then for her it’s love. That’s what I said.”

Quentin smiled, meeting her gaze evenly. They held it, both dropping into the warmth of it.

“So, really,” he finally asked. “What did you do with those pictures?”

Harper laughed. “I deleted them.”

He nodded. “You sure about that?”

Harper laughed.

Rising from his seat, Quentin eased himself between her legs, pushing her back against the glass window. Harper glanced over her shoulder to the street below.

“Someone watching?” Quentin asked as he licked her neck, tracing the line of her earlobe, her profile, and her lips.

She muttered softly. “Don’t care. Let ’em look,” she stammered.

Harper wrapped her arms around Quentin’s back as he pressed a kiss against her nose, that spot just beneath her chin, moving across each clavicle. His fingers glided over her chest down to each breast and nipple. Where his fingers teased, his mouth followed, his tongue doing its own two-step across her skin.

Quentin pushed and pulled at the sheet to expose those spots he was determined to reach. Harper suddenly found herself naked in that window, her backside bared for anyone to see. She tossed another glance over her shoulder, not at all concerned with who might be watching. Looking back at Quentin she gasped as he pressed his tongue into her belly button lapping hungrily. She closed her eyes, rapture consuming the nerves.

Quentin pressed two fingers over her sweet spot, lifting them to his mouth to savor. She shifted her legs slightly wider, the invitation blatant. Pushing her thighs wide apart he dropped down onto his knees, his head driving between her legs as his mouth met her fountain, his tongue lapping and spinning between the delicate folds.

His mouth was hot and when his tongue grazed her clit, the love button throbbing, Harper saw stars, his touch spinning her into ecstasy. Her hands clutched the window frame as she pressed her ass hard against the cool glass. Quentin lifted his head, his eyes rising to her face and the ecstatic expression that shimmered from her eyes. He looked out to the street and smiled, then returned to the decadent treat between her legs.

“You are so wet,” he whispered.

Harper gasped. “You’ve got me so hot!” she said as she began to move her hips hoping to entice his tongue for more.

He nibbled her inner thighs, first one side and then the other, then moved back to her crotch, the tip of his tongue slowly licking her from the bulging nub to the slit of her juncture. He lapped at the juices, letting them dribble over his lips and chin and her body seemed to flood his mouth with each pass of his tongue. The intimate kiss had her writhing, barely able to contain her excitement.

With his fingers Quentin opened her even more, exposing her throbbing clit. She murmured something he couldn’t decipher as he began to lick it slowly, sending bolts of electricity from her toes to the top of her head. She grabbed the back of his head and held him hard, grinding herself against his face and she moaned his name over and over again.

Harper’s legs were spread wide, her feet raised in the air and she wrapped her legs around his shoulders. Quentin lifted both of his hands to her chest, kneading both breasts beneath his palms. He pinched her nipples and she jumped, shifting even harder against his mouth.

Harper could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as his teeth grazed over the tip of her clitoris. The sensations were overwhelming and she found it harder to breathe, moaning with every exhalation. “Oh, Quentin,” she cried out, her head writhing from side to side.

And then he slid two fingers into her, claiming her, his gesture possessive. Harper gasped loudly as he hesitated, as if to emphasize his intentions, and then he began to stroke her from the inside, still licking and biting at her sweet spot. Pleasure intensified as Harper twisted her fingers in his curls and then Quentin pushed four fingers deep inside of her. She pulled back but there was nowhere to go. She bit down against her bottom lip, the pressure rising as he hit that sweet, sweet spot deep in her core.

She surrendered to the rhythmic stroking, the swirling intensity building. Her eyes closed, Harper felt her body thrust forward into a vast expanse of nothingness. She exploded, Quentin still pushing and pulling, and the brilliance of it sucked the breath from her. She exploded and Quentin’s mouth was there lapping and sucking at the nectar, the abundance of it falling past his lips and dripping onto his chest.

Utterly exhausted, Harper couldn’t catch her breath. She panted heavily as Quentin continued to tease her with his tongue, licking her clean. Her muscles were jelly, even her bones feeling like they’d melted. She didn’t have an iota of energy, as though she’d just run a marathon and gotten hit by a bus.

Outside, the rain was abundant, falling to the ground in a cascading shower. The streets were empty, no one there who might have witnessed the erotic indulgence taking place in the hotel’s window. No one saw when Quentin eased himself back up Harper’s body, coming to a standstill between her legs. There were no witnesses to her welcoming him inside, his raging erection hard and eager. No one was surprised or appalled by his dancing between her thighs as he’d stroked her, grinding his body into hers until his own orgasm erupted and triggered another in her. And when they’d caught their breath, energized by each other’s presence, no one saw when they did it all over again.