Duty Bound by Samantha Chase Page B

reached over to the nightstand and yanked the drawer open to grab a condom. With less finesse than I care to remember, I stripped off my jeans and sheathed myself before diving back in for another round.
    I wanted to taste her again—every inch of her, from head to toe.
    And linger along the way.
    Starting at her painted pink toes, I ran my tongue up to the sensitive spot behind her knees. She squirmed restlessly, and I had to put a hand over her flat stomach to hold her still. As I continued my journey back up to the sweetest part of her, I couldn’t help but smile as she spread her legs open a little further in invitation.
    She was sweet.
    She was hot.
    She was wet.
    With one flick of my tongue, she cried out my name, and all I could think was “ And she’s mine.”
    I ached to be inside her, but I needed this just as much—to make her shatter again. She was so sensitive to every stroke, every flick of my fingers or tongue, and I could feel her getting ready to come again. It turned me on even more. A small part of me wanted to hold back, make her wait, make her beg, but it was just too much to handle.
    “ Levi!” she cried out, and I knew I was a goner. No sooner had my name crossed her lips than I was right there, kneeling between her legs with my arousal throbbing at the first contact with her wet flesh. Her beautiful blue eyes opened and looked at me. “Please.”
    I buried myself inside of her. The clasp of her body was perfect, and we fit together in a way that had us both sighing. Normally, at this point in the game, I’d be focused on getting my own release, but then Harper’s eyes met mine and she smiled. Shit. All I could think was that I wanted this to never end. I wanted to keep her beneath me, panting and begging…and smiling.
    With each thrust, she met me.
    With every stroke, she made a throaty sound. Almost a purr.
    I had to close my eyes because the sight of her was going to make me come very soon, and I didn’t want that. I wasn’t ready for this to end.
    She reached out a hand and cupped it around my neck to bring me down for a searing kiss. Her tongue tangled with mine and mimicked what our bodies were doing.
    “Let go, Levi,” she whispered urgently. “I need you. Harder.”
    Shit. If I did what she asked, we’d be done in the blink of an eye. I needed her to come again—just once more—and I swore to myself that then I’d be satisfied. I adjusted my position so I could support myself on one arm and reached between our bodies. I ran a finger down to where we were joined before settling over her clit. “Come for me, Harper,” I demanded, my voice ragged even to my own ears. “Come for me now.”
    “I can’t,” she said as her head thrashed from side to side.
    “Now, Harper. One more time for me.” At any other time, she would have argued, and I realized I was coming to like that about her. Part of me, even now, wanted her to argue, just so I could tease and pleasure her more.
    I moved my finger once, twice, and then she was soaring again. It was all too much—her cries, the clenching of her so tightly around me—and I just about lost my mind. I pounded into her with such ferocity that I had to hold an edge back so I wouldn’t hurt her, and yet I just wanted more. To be deeper. To be so firmly embedded in her mind and body that she’d never forget this night.
    She called out my name one more time as I finally let myself go. I can’t remember ever coming so hard or for so long. Afterwards, I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.
    I collapsed on top of Harper simply because my arms gave out. Instead of asking me to move, she wrapped herself more tightly around me—her ankles locked behind my back, her arms around my shoulders.
    It felt almost as incredible as what we’d just done. Even more intimate. I kissed her temple as I struggled to get my breathing to slow down.
    “I’m crushing you,” I murmured and did my best to disentangle us. I rolled over and tucked Harper in