Chapter Fourteen

Harper's POV:

I pushed against Hardin's chest with my hands as she tried to lift me from where I was laid down. "Hardin," I mumbled in protest. His arms stayed tight around me. 

"I can't keep doing this. Maybe I need to leave LA again." The idea stuck in my head. Hardin did not let go. He lifted me up in his arms like a bride and walked out of his office. He stepped into his private elevator.

The elevator was dark. Only weak lights from the panels glowed a little. The Moonlight came in when the doors opened to the car pack.

Heat filled my face. I wished Hardin acted like my ex-husband. That would make it simple to get away from him. But Hardin did not act that way. His cologne came from his shirt and filled my nose. I leaned closer to him against what my head was saying, as he carried me to his car.

I spotted the car I drove that morning from his mansion garage.

"He will probably send someone to pick it up," I thought. Hardin set me down in the passenger seat.

"I do not want to hear you talk about leaving again, Harper." He said that as soon as he sat in the driver's seat. 

"Do you not want to stop running? Are you not tired?" His Adam's apple moved up and down. His dark eyes looked hard as his voice got louder. I should have felt fear. I had never seen him this mad before. But my body reacted differently. I wanted to climb on him right there. I wanted to kiss his neck. I wanted to press my lips to his mouth. Wetness grew between my legs.

"Hardin," I whispered. He did not hear me. He kept talking. He tried to make me see reason. I knew that was his goal.

I let my feelings take over. I moved from my seat to his lap.

"Hardin," I said as my lips touched his.

"I'm sorry," I murmured. Then I kissed him hard. His eyes went wide at first. He did not kiss back right away.

"Har-per," his hands pushed at my shoulders. But his voice sounded thick. He wanted this too.

"Stop," he said. He pulled his head back. "You just passed out earlier. You need to rest. Be careful, Harper. I don't want to hurt you."

His words made my heart pound faster. I saw worry in his eyes. But I did not care. My body ached for him. I leaned in again. "I feel fine now. I want you. Please, Hardin."

I pressed my lips to his once more. Soft at first. My mouth moved slow against his. He froze for a second. Then his lips parted. His tongue touched mine. Gentle and exploring. I sighed into his mouth. The taste of him filled me. Warm and a little minty.

"Harper," he murmured against my lips. "We should wait. You're still weak."

"No," I said, kissing him deeper. My hands slid up his neck. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulled him closer. His breath hitched. He kissed back harder now, his tongue moving with mine wet and hot.

His hands gripped my waist. He held me steady on his lap. I shifted a little, felt the bulge in his pants press against me. It sent a jolt through my core, my pussy clenching. I rocked my hips just once. Slow.

"God, you feel good," he said. His voice came out rough. One hand moved up my back. He traced my spine, his fingers light that it made my skin tingle.

I broke the kiss, and looked at him. His eyes were dark. Hungry. "Touch me more," I whispered. I took his hand and placed it on my breast. He squeezed through my dress. My nipple hardened under his palm.

"Like this?" he asked, as he rubbed his thumb over it in circles and firm pressure.

"Yes," I breathed. Heat spread from my chest down. I arched into his touch. "Don't stop."

He kissed my neck, his lips soft. Then nipped it with his teeth. Not hard. Just enough to make me gasp. 

"I want to make you feel good," he said, as his other hand slid under my dress, up my thigh, skin on skin with rough fingers. They inched higher.

"Hardin," I moaned. My body leaned into him. I kissed his jaw, and his rough stubble brushed against my lips. I liked it.

"Tell me if it's too much," he said, as his fingers reached my panties. He cupped me over the fabric. Warmth pressed right where I needed.

"It's perfect," I said. I ground against his hand. The pressure built in a slow burn. "I need your fingers inside me."

He hooked his fingers on the edge of my pants, and pulled them aside. Cool air hit my wet folds. Then I felt his touch, directly on me. He slid one finger along my slit. Up and down, collecting my wetness.

"You're soaked," he said. His voice dropped low. He pushed that finger in. Slow. Filled me just a bit.

I whimpered. Clutched his shoulders. "More. Give me more."

"Easy," he warned. But he added a second finger. Stretched me. Moved them in and out. Steady rhythm. His thumb found my clit, and rubbed in gentle circles.

Pleasure sparked me. Sharp and sweet. My hips moved with him. "Feels so good. Harder, Hardin."

He curled his fingers inside, and hit that spot. I cried out. "Right there. Yes."

"You like that?" he asked. He kissed me again. Swallowed my moans. His free hand unzipped my dress, and pushed it down. It exposed my bra, and he tugged the cup down. Placed his mouth on my nipple, sucking it soft, as his tongue flicked.

My head fell back. "Oh, fuck. Your mouth."

He hummed against my skin, and vibration shot through me. His fingers sped up at the same time. Wet sounds filled the car. My walls tightened around him.

"I'm close," I panted. "Don't stop. Please."

"Come for me, Harper," he said. His teeth grazed my nipple, and he pulled it lightly. His thumb pressed harder on my clit.

Waves hit me. Hard. I shook in his arms as my pussy pulsed, soaked his hand. I clung to him, breathing heavy.

He pulled his fingers out. Brought them to his mouth. Licked them clean. His eyes on mine. "You taste so sweet."

I reached for his belt. Fumbled it open, and pulled his zipper down. His cock strained against his boxers. I freed it. It was thick, veins pulsing and the tip wet.

"Harper, wait," he said as he grabbed my wrist. "You sure? After what happened earlier..."

"I need you inside me," I responded. I stroked him. Base to tip. He groaned as his hip bucked.

"Fuck," he muttered. "Alright. But slow."

I nodded, as I lifted myself up. Lined him up, and I sank down, inch by inch. He stretched me wide, filled me full and we both moaned.

"So tight," he said. His hands on my hips as he guided me. "Move when you're ready."

I started slow. Rocked my hips. Felt every ridge, and friction built again. "You feel huge. So deep."

"Yeah?" he asked as he thrust up gentle. Met my rhythm. "Ride me, baby."

I picked up speed, and the car seat creaked. His hands roamed my body, squeezed my ass and slapped it light once, which made pain mix with pleasure through me.

"Harder," I said. "Fuck me like you mean it."

"Be careful," he growled. But he thrust harder. Deeper. Hit my cervix. "You take it so well."

Sweat slicked our skin. I leaned forward. Kissed him messy, my tongues sloppy. "I'm yours. All yours."

"Mine," he said as he flipped us a bit. Pinned me against the seat, still inside me. He pounded up, fast now. "Gonna make you come again."

"Yes," I cried as my clit ground against his base. Pressure coiled inside me tight. "Almost there."

His hand slipped between us, rubbing my clit. "Come on my cock. Squeeze me."

I snapped and orgasm ripped through. I screamed his name as he groaned loud, his thrust increasing.

"Harper," he panted. "Can't hold..."

Heat flooded me. He came hard. Pulsed deep. We trembled together.

Then a sharp knock banged on the window. The glass shook. A figure moved outside. We stilled, our hearts racing. 

“Who was it?”