Her thoughts stopped, together with her breath, when Harper took the remaining step into her room.
They stood silently facing each other as Harper’s mixed expressions reflected Ryden’s own turmoil of emotions. “I want the impossible,” Ryden finally whispered. “Even if I never see you again, I want the impossible.”
“What do you want?” Harper’s voice was deep.
“To erase your doubts, make you understand how I feel…but…” Ryden looked at the floor, blinking hard as tears formed. “I don’t know how.”
With gentle fingers, Harper lifted Ryden’s head and wiped her tears with her thumb.
“Show me,” Harper said, and brought Ryden’s mouth to within an inch of her own.
Trembling, Ryden wrapped her arms around Harper’s neck and pulled Harper to her, kissing her with a passion she hadn’t known she possessed. Harper moaned and moved into her, her thigh between Ryden’s legs, and Ryden immediately buckled, her body unable to control the new sensations.
She let go of Harper and stepped back, breathing hard. “I have to take it slow.” Grasping Harper’s hand, she led her to the bed. Then, with a mixture of shyness and arousal, she slowly lifted her T-shirt and removed it. She’d never before stood exposed like this in front of anyone, but then again, no one had ever made her feel as sexy and wanted.
Harper took her nakedness in, slowly and thoroughly, her arousal apparent by the twin peaks straining her tailored white shirt.
Ryden, flustered by Harper’s painfully hard nipples, hoped she could contain the fire she’d started.
As though Harper sensed her insecurity, she took Ryden’s hand and placed it on her breast. She gasped at the feel of Harper’s firm arousal, her anxieties quickly turning into a distant memory as she confidently played with one nipple.
Harper covered Ryden’s hand with her own, urging her to increase the pressure, and she thought she might lose her mind at the sensation.
“I want more,” she said, as she unbuttoned the top button of Harper’s shirt.
“I need more.” Harper groaned.
She unbuttoned the rest of Harper’s shirt and let it drop, then removed her sheer white bra. She openly admired the taut, tan body until she could hold back no longer. She attacked Harper, hard on the mouth, as she wrapped her arms around Harper and stroked her back. As she brought her hands forward to cover Harper’s breasts, she kissed and licked her mouth and neck.
Harper gasped and took her in her arms. “If I have to go slow much longer, I’m going to burst.”
“I can’t get enough of you.” Ryden sounded drunk even to herself. “Tell me what you want.” She unbuckled Harper’s pants.
Harper removed the rest of her clothes, took Ryden in her arms, and they fell back onto the bed, with Harper’s warm body covering hers. That first, full-length touch of each other’s skin—breast to breast, pelvis to pelvis, legs entwined—made both of them pause.
“You feel perfect,” Harper said as she began to move against her.
“I’ve never felt this…turned on.”
Harper’s sexy, lopsided smile almost stopped Ryden’s heart. Was it possible she’d never really made love until this very moment?
Harper kissed her passionately, and when she ran her fingers down the side of Ryden’s body, Ryden involuntarily writhed beneath her, sensations she’d never experienced flooding every fiber of her.
Harper felt Ryden shiver under her touch. She wanted to go slow, like Ryden had asked, but for the first time, she had to struggle to comply. Although she wanted to savor this woman, and the night, her need for Ryden was painfully strong. She had to clench her legs to fight the impending orgasm that tortured her.
She kissed her way down Ryden’s neck to her perfect breasts and licked her nipples, stroking them teasingly with her tongue. Ryden’s hand entwined in her hair, guiding her from one breast to the other and back, until Harper finally sucked hard on one nipple as she pinched the other.
“Yes.” Ryden dug her nails into Harper’s back.
Harper, no longer in control of her own body, pressed her center against Ryden’s. Both moaned in unison and rocked together until Harper felt helpless to stop the wave about to devour her. She took Ryden’s hand and guided it between her legs.
“So wet,” Ryden said, stroking Harper slowly before entering her.
Harper eased on top of her, in tune with Ryden’s hand. “So perfect.” She kissed Ryden, neither breaking the taunting rhythm, until she couldn’t hold back any more. Harper practically felt herself levitate as she climaxed longer and stronger than she ever had.
“That was amazing.” Ryden’s voice was hoarse. “I felt you come.”
Harper remained on top of her, kissing Ryden’s neck. “I thought I’d never stop.”
Ryden slowly pulled out of her, brought her hand to her mouth, and licked her fingers. “Beautiful.”
Harper licked Ryden’s mouth, tasting herself there. “You drive me crazy. Always have.” She kissed her way down Ryden’s body, stroking and licking every inch of it.
Ryden reacted with sighs and gasps to every caress from her mouth and hands. “Your touch, kisses…everything about you, is…” She half sat up, leaning back on her elbows. “I don’t recognize myself or my body.”
“I want to taste you.” She kissed Ryden just above her center. “Every drop.”
Ryden fell back with a moan and grabbed the sheets.
Harper licked her slowly until Ryden cried out, “God, what’s happening to me?”
Harper entered her with two fingers as she continued to lick and suck.
“Oh, my…yes.” Ryden moved her body against Harper’s tongue. “God, I can’t stop coming.” She pulled the sheets so hard Harper thought they were going to tear.
Harper penetrated her harder and harder, until Ryden screamed something unintelligible and fell back limp on the bed.
Harper kissed her way up to her and lay next to Ryden, caressing her face. “Are you all right?”
“I think so.” Ryden lay with her eyes shut. “I’ve never come like that. So powerful.”
Harper smiled. “Tired?”
“Insatiable.” Ryden climbed on top of her.
“You’re pretty amazing for someone who’s never done this before.” Harper smiled. “You sure you’re new at this?”
“In every way.” Ryden kissed her. “In every single way.”
They made love all night, occasionally stopping to watch the moon crawl across the sky and fade in the morning light. Finally, they dozed, and when Harper awoke and checked the clock, it was nine a.m. They couldn’t have slept more than a couple of hours.
Ryden stretched and caressed Harper’s abdomen. “Morning.”
“Hey.” Harper kissed her. “Big day today.”
“Oh, yeah. That.” Ryden’s blissful expression faded, replaced by sadness. “One more day together before I leave.”
“That’s not what I mean.” Harper kissed her again. “Today’s the day I get Angelo.”
“That’s great.” Ryden sat up. “You decided to get a new dog.”
“Almost right.” Harper kissed Ryden’s shoulder. “We’re going together. If you want to,” she added shyly.
“But you said you go alone. You want the dog to bond with you, as its only master and friend.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to stay with me and I want Angelo to be ours.” Harper sat up when she saw Ryden tear up.
“But I have to go back.”
“No, you don’t.”
“What?” Ryden asked with a shocked expression.
“I’ll talk to Pierce. I’m sure we can work something out.”
Ryden tossed the sheets aside and threw herself into Harper’s arms. “Are you sure?” She had never looked happier.