Done (Harmony Haven #1)

Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

EASTON

Right after the song ended, Jesse pulled back and looked down. Another song had started but Max was nearly asleep and I could tell he needed to get into bed.

Scooping him into my arms, I motioned for Jesse to grab the blanket and we made our way out the same way we came in. By the time we made it off the dirt road and onto the highway, Max was asleep in the back and Jesse had intertwined her fingers around mine.

Quietly, we snuck small glances at one another, both of us blushing when our eyes connected at the same time. We both knew in what direction we were headed, and it was more than just the trajectory of the car.

Jesse and I were headed into something neither of us wanted before we met, yet somehow couldn’t resist once we found one another. The magic between us was undeniable and profound. I may have started off being curious and attracted to her beauty, but I was becoming obsessed.

After we pulled into the driveway, I gathered Max into my arms and Jesse led the way up to his room. She gently pulled his shoes off and kissed his forehead before I placed him in his bed.

Then we snuck back to the stairs and Jesse locked a gate at the top to prevent Max from being able to go down the stairs if he was to wake up.

“He’s in his own room now?” I asked when we settled onto the couch.

“He is, but his bed is only halfway put together. The rest is in that box.” She motioned toward the box against the wall that I had seen earlier and her shoulders straightened with pride. “It's shaped like a fire truck and was a custom order. I still can’t believe I was able to get that for him.”

“You look proud.”

“I think I am,” she shrugged. “And I can thank these.” Pulling a candle from the coffee table, she handed it to me and I spun it around to read the label.

In small print was the scent, Vanilla Almond Milk, and below that, in bold letters read, “I love nut juice.”

“Oh shit,” I laughed as she giggled next to me.

“Turns out if you put a funny or cute label on something that smells good, it's a hit. This one was one of my firsts and I keep it here to remind me how far I’ve come.”

She took the candle from my hands and set it down as I stared at her in awe. From my periphery, I could see her lighting the candle, but I couldn't look away from the satisfied expression on her face.

When she looked back into my eyes, her soft expression disappeared, and in its place was a hard and serious determination. It was the look of a woman that knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to do whatever it took to get it.

“Are you gonna kiss me, or not?”

“Planned to.” The drawl in my voice suddenly spoke to my southern roots and she drew closer to me, licking her lips.

“Good, because I need you to kiss me goodnight.”

“Ohh,” I tsked, shaking my head and keeping the drawl in my voice. “I don’t wanna kiss you goodnight, Jesse.” Her face fell a little, feeling a slight sting of what she thought was a rejection. But she knew better than to think I’d be able to walk away from her without touching my lips to hers. She knew I had more to say, so she tilted her head, her eyes staying connected to mine, and dared me to finish my thought. “I wanna kiss you good morning.”

She sucked in harshly, then nodded a little as I moved my lips against hers. We were back to where we were before the festival, so close, but neither of us closing the gap. It was a rush alone, just being so near, and I wanted to soak in how it felt one last time not knowing what it was like to kiss her.

Then like a dam bursting, I could no longer hold back and I pressed my lips to hers innocently and tame. Her hands fell to my chest and she moved them up toward my neck as I pulled her by her waist.

“Open up,” I whispered to her. “Let me in.”

Her lips parted at my demand and I pushed my tongue to her mouth, tasting her as she moaned in satisfaction. My cock was already hard, wanting to make her moan like that over and over again.

She shook in my arms as if it was the first time she’d ever been kissed. Her body hummed with anticipation of more, and just like I told her that night in the store, I was willing to take care of her in any way she’d let me.

But I also didn’t want to screw it up. I didn’t want to push too hard and risk losing her back behind the wall she had tried so hard to keep between us. So I pulled away, breathing hard and needing a second to think about where we were headed.

With my forehead pressed to hers and her arms wrapped around my neck, I pulled her waist again, placing her in my lap. She straddled my hips, her hair creating a veil around us, making it feel like we were once again the only two people in the world.

“You’re right,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion. “You don’t need a hero, but I sure as fuck want to take care of you.”

“I need you.”

“You need this .”

She nodded and moved her hips, just enough to make us both groan in anticipation. If she were any other woman, I’d have already pushed her against a wall and had my cock wrapped tightly inside of her body. I’d be making her scream, making her come, and making her feel so good she’d forget my fucking name.

But Jesse was special. I needed her to remember my name, my touch, and everything between us that felt so electric.

“Let’s go slow.”

“I don’t think I can,” she cried quietly.

“You can. You will. Start by taking my shirt off.” I pulled her arms from around my neck and placed her hands on the buttons of my shirt. I held them in place while she started working them open one at a time. When the last one was undone, she pushed my shirt open and ran her hands on my chest.

“Keep touching me.” I held onto her hands and moved them over my body, my eyes watching her as her gaze followed our hands. Her mouth was parted, her tongue occasionally sneaking out to lick her bottom lip, and her top lip pursing with need. “That’s it.”

Taking my finger, I ran it from her neck, down her chest, and between her breasts. Her dress dipped just low enough to expose the curve of her body and I eagerly pulled at the fabric, wishing it would rip open.

Instead, she shrugged her shoulders, allowing the straps to fall off and I pulled again. That time, the fabric was looser and her tits popped out, making me realize she hadn’t been wearing a bra. “Fuck,” I hissed.

Her nipples were hard, and the way the dress had gathered underneath her breasts made them lift up. My mouth was salivating, my eyes were following every line and curve, and my fingers itched to hold them up to my mouth.

When I started tracing my hands up, I could hear Jesse’s breathing turn into a pant. The room was silent, making each of her sharp exhales more prominent. It was a sound I could get used to, a tune that was better than any song I had ever heard. It made me go slower, prolonging the anticipation of whatever I decided to do next.

By the time my hands cupped her breasts, I was shaking, and she placed her hands over mine to take control. Together, we squeezed her breasts together, over and over as her head fell back with the pleasure of being touched.

While she wasn’t looking, I opened my mouth, gently tugging on one of her nipples with my lips. She groaned, begging for more without having to say a single word.

For a moment, I simply played with her, moving my mouth between each of her nipples, swirling my tongue, and nipping at them with my teeth. At some point, she had begun moving her hips and I could feel how warm she was between her legs through the thickness of my jeans.

I realized I could make her come just like that, without laying a hand on her pussy and letting her pleasure herself against my body. And it was tempting. But the first time I made her come, I wanted to taste her. I wanted to feel how much she could coat my tongue and what her eyes looked like when she realized I wanted to drown between her legs.

“Where are they?” I growled, making her stop moving.

“Where’s who?”

“Aisle seven, bottom shelf, the blue box.”

Her lips quirked with my description as she realized I meant the condoms she bought. “Upstairs.”

Without letting her move, I stood from the couch, making her wrap her legs around my waist and walked toward the bottom of the stairs. As I started my way up, she gently teased my neck, biting and then licking hard enough I knew she’d leave me marked.

By the time I navigated past the gate and into her bedroom, she grabbed my cheeks and held her mouth to my ear. “There’s white noise in Max’s room. He won’t hear a thing, so please, Easton, make me scream again.”