The Sweetest Things (7 page)

Harper threw her head back, her mouth dropping open. His heart sped up as he watched her breasts shake with every thrust of his flesh into hers, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing around the room. Her thighs were hot and slick against his own as their rhythm increased to the point where every noise that left him was a simple grunt. It felt like his cock was being gripped in the tightest, warmest fist known to man, the silken slide of it unimaginably pleasurable.

Leaning down, he captured a nipple, every suckle syncing with his movements against her, every one of her whimpers and moans spurring him on.

“Harder...Koz...please...”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her what she pleaded for, pounding into her until she gazed up at him with tears cresting her eyes.

Harper’s hands cupped his face, gripped his hair, and she pulled him in for a kiss, her tongue dancing, tangling, and stroking with his.

What felt like sparks of electricity raced up his spine. Konstantine ended the kiss and held her to him tighter, commanding against her neck, “Come with me, Sweets.”

He changed the angle of his hips, and it must’ve worked because her shoulders left the floor as her voice rent the kitchen, her throat vibrating underneath his lips from the force of her scream. He didn’t hold back for another second, allowed himself the sensation of being suspended midair before his body racked with shudders and he came in jags.

“Where’re you going?”

Harper stopped her slow shimmy out of bed at the low, coarse sound of Konstantine’s voice in her ear.

“Uh...the bathroom,” she squeaked.

He snorted. “Liar.”

Her shoulders tensed. “I
was
going to the bathroom.” She decided to leave out the fact that she was going to the bathroom in
her
room. Then she was planning on locking the door and maybe, sorta, kinda shoving one of her dressers in front of it.

What exactly did he expect
her to do? She hadn’t had time to have a mild coronary over the fact that she’d been intimately introduced to every inch of Konstantine over the course of a few hours. And although Harper could say pleasurable was a grave understatement for what had happened between the two of them, she had the slight suspicion that he’d kept her lips, hands, and every sensitized part of her occupied on purpose.

The giant hairy bastard knew her too well. Every time Harper had gone to say anything
he may or may not have wanted to hear, he had his tongue in her mouth or on her nipples. When she looked as though she was attempting to get up, he had her on all fours or underneath him. If she even sighed wrong, she found herself straddling him.

After their hard, quick, amazing interlude in the kitchen—which Harper would have to disinfect top to bottom later because her OCD was sending all types of warning signals about how sex in her sanctuary was unsanitary—Konstantine had kept her trapped in the guest room she’d put him in. It didn’t seem like that was going to change anytime soon.

Her thoughts were confirmed when he resituated her in front of him, one huge thigh wedged between her own, his arm thrown around her waist, pulling her back into his chest. Harper waited for him to say something or do something but it never came. However, what did
come was a soft snore in her goddamned ear.

“Oh, you’re fucking kidding me, right?” She jerked her elbow back. “Hey!”

“What?” Konstantine groaned.

“You’re going to sleep?” Harper twisted up and out of their spooned position, staring down at him, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. “I’m having a mental breakdown, and you’re going to sleep.”

There was a long sigh. “That seems about right.”

“I...you...” She swung her legs off the bed, trying to get up and away before she took one of her beautiful throw pillows and held it over his face until the jerking and flailing stopped. No sooner than her feet touched the coolness of her carpet did she find herself on her back, the nightstand lamp illuminating the room so she could clearly see the expression on his face as he loomed over her.

“You wanna talk,” Konstantine rasped quietly. “Talk.”

She glared up at him.

“What’s that look for?”

“Because you’re being so frackin’ casual!”

He blinked. “About what, exactly?”

“About the fact that we...” Harper waved a hand between the two of them.

“Made love?” he supplied.Her eyes narrowed, and he grinned broadly. “Okay...we had sex.”

“
And?”
She snarled.

“And...?” Konstantine’s brows lowered.

“And it completely breaches the unspoken contract of our friendship!”

“Ahhh,” he breathed. “I see.”

“You do?”

His nod was slow. “Of course I do.” He rolled his weight off her and lay beside her instead. “You’re insane.”

Harper jerked up. “Excuse me?”

Turning his head, he focused those goddamn eyes on her then repeated, “You’re insane.”

She calmly turned her gaze to one of those throw pillows that rested on the ottoman in front of the bed. “I think I’m just going to smother you now and be done with this whole conversation.”

“Sweets,” Konstantine’s voice rumbled, the sleepiness leaving his tone as he swept a hand down her naked thigh. “You think too much.”

“And you’re not thinking enough!
”

He gave one of those long, drawn-out sighs again. “Okay, I see we have to do this my way.”

“What way... Hey, hey, hey, get your hand off of that!”

“Nope.” His casual retort made her bring her own hands up to his wrist, trying without success to tug his fingers away from her quickly moistening core.

“
Konstantine—”

“And there it is,” the jackass interrupted smugly. “That’s how I know you’re weakening.” He encircled her stiffening clit. “Your voice drops and you start whining my name—which, by the way, just makes me hard
.”                  

“I...don’t...whine...” Harper gasped as he thrust two fingers inside her, twisting them until he rubbed the tips against a spot that made her skin feel as though it was changing temperatures with every breath she took.

Konstantine kept the pressure up on that spot, never once taking his eyes off her face. “You do. But I like to hear it.”

This time when she gripped his wrist it was because she could feel the orgasm he was so easily manipulating her into dancing up her spine. It spread a relentless heat to her pussy. “Ah...Koz...I’m about to—”

“I’m not stopping you, Sweets. Go ahead,” he cut in, reaching up with his other hand to pinch a nipple. The tug was all she needed to fall right over the edge.

“Now, don’t you feel better?” Konstantine purred in her ear as he flipped her over onto her tummy and raised her hips. “Instead of concentrating on all those irrational fears—”

“They are
not
irrational, you manipulative dickhead,” Harper growled, trying to inhale normally again.

“—how about I give you something really nice to distract you?” he continued as though she hadn’t interrupted him.

“No, no, no. You are
not
gonna keep...fuck!”

Pulling back from having just slammed his thick length into her, Konstantine chuckled as he pushed back inside. “That’s the idea, Sweets.”

He stuffed some pillows underneath her stomach, and they both groaned as it caused him to tap against her womb. Using the grip of his hands on her waist, he moved Harper to slam back against him. “You can try being logical tomorrow...that is, if you can even talk by then.”

She started to open her mouth to call him something aside from a child of God but could only manage a soft,“Oh.”

Her heart beat a staccato rhythm, skipping when she felt the head of his cock brush across that same button that had made her melt for him just minutes ago.

“I can feel it every time you tighten around me, Sweets,” Konstantine growled over her shoulder before nipping her nape. “This is all that matters right now, isn’t it?”

He fucked her harder, knowing by now that she needed the hammering motion whenever they connected, understanding she wouldn’t break from extra-hard loving.

“Yes...God...yes...” Harper moved against him, biting down on her lower lip to stifle the sounds pouring out of her.

His palm came down on her ass and she yelped. “Don’t,” he demanded. “I wanna hear you.”

She whimpered, and he pulled back until nothing but the tip of his cock remained, then once again surged inside with enough power that it shook the bed frame. “Koz!”

“That’s it, Sweets. Don’t hide from me...don’t
ever
hide from me...”

Her thighs clenched as sweat rolled between her shoulder blades. “I need...”

“I already
know
what you need.” He pulled her up until her back was against his chest, turning her head to capture her mouth with his own while his hand found its way to where they were connected and pinched down on her clit.

Harper came with a hoarse cry, her nails digging into the forearm wrapped around her waist as Konstantine grunted once, twice, and flooded her canal.

***

“Now what did we learn from waking me up with unnecessary bullshit?” Konstantine whispered to the back of Harper’s head as he pulled her into their previous spooning position.

“That you’re an unreasonable, controlling, sex-crazed demon who has serious narcissistic issues and the inability to take
no
as an answer?” she panted.

He ran a hand down her hip and pressed his lips to her shoulder, tracing nonsensical patterns on her skin, enjoying the soft texture and the sweet smell of it. “That would be right, Sweets. That would be right...”

***

Konstantine didn’t even reach for her when the sun finally burned through his closed lids enough that he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He knew the exact moment she’d slipped from the bed, had listened to the front door slam and the way she peeled out of her driveway.

His lips curled as he took a deep breath and rolled onto his back, folding his arms behind his head. Poor thing. She actually thought that would stop him...

Konstantine sighed. It went ignored so he sighed again and again and again until Ivan Vetrov snapped from the other side of the table, “I’m not asking you what’s wrong.”

Konstantine’s brows lowered. “Why not?”

“Because I want to sit here, drink a beer, shove a burger halfway down my throat and—”

“Think about all the ways you’d like to dirty up poor innocent little Miss Margo?”

He caught the glare from eyes and a face so similar to his own that he couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else’s son. Konstantine knew he’d hit the nail on the head. No matter how many different ways his father denied it, the man had it bad for Margo Davis. Konstantine had noticed at a very young age that there was
something
between Ivan and the woman with the sparkling brown eyes, the gorgeous smile, and the ability to make the best goddamn burgers they’d ever had.