Page 67 of One More Chance

“Perfect,” she says.

Yeah, she is,my thoughts echo and I do my best to quickly shake them away. “You ready for bed?” It’s been a long day, and as much as I don’t want the evening to end, her eyes are starting to look tired and I can feel the same in mine.

She nods against my chest, releasing a long breath as I take her by the chin and turn her face to mine.

I press my lips to hers gently, and everything aches. Why does everything ache?

She’s pulling back now, away, standing up and letting the blanket fall to a mound at her feet. She stretches her arms over her head. “Okay, bedtime. But I have an issue.” Harper turns, giving her back to me as she steps toward the stairs, placing one foot on the first step.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“We haven’t had dessert yet.” She turns away again and steps up to the next step. Her hands glide down over her body to the edges of her shirt, and she lifts it over her head in one swoop then tosses it down to the floor.

She peeks at me over her shoulder, pausing for only a moment, giving me a knowing look, then turns back, a silent invitation to follow.

My god, this woman.I stand, crossing the floor slowly toward her, my eyes never leaving her backside. She makes it to the top as I still ascend—all long legs, ass, and beautiful spine. She’s not trying to cover up or shield herself. Her arms hang to her sides in a relaxed, comfortable manner. She disappears from my line of sight and I move faster to get to her, pulling my shirt off as I get to the top.

Harper’s lying on my bed wearing nothing but a knowing grin, legs crossed at the ankles, propped up on her elbows. My eyes travel up and down her body as I leave my shorts in a pile on the floor and step toward the bed.

“I want you,” she says, running her own hand over her tit, her voice low and breathy.

And just like that, I’m not tired anymore.