Invisible to My First Love (Harper and Maddox) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35 

Harper 

Around 9 in the morning, I stepped out of the shower in nothing but a towel, looking around to check if Maddox had returned, but he was still downstairs. 

I’d woken up alone in his bed, my body a little sore from the wild night we’d shared. 

My dress and underwear were on the same chair we’d fucked on and my mind took me back to the moment when I straddled him and he thrust from below. 

Biting my lip as I thought about just how wet I was, I stretched out my arm to reach for my clothes when the bedroom door swung open. 

He stood right in the doorway, dropping his gaze to my legs. 

“You’re up,” he said. 

I felt like he had already stripped me naked with his bare eyes and that made me tighten the grip on my towel. 

“Clearly,” I said. 

He stepped further inside and closed the door, then came so close that his chest almost came in contact with mine and I could feel the heat coming off his body. I spotted a subtle lip bite, making me swallow hard. I was aware that I was standing there, practically naked in front of him. 

“I just checked downstairs and there’s gonna be so much cleaning,” he said, still looking at every inch of me instead of anywhere else in the room. “There are so many popped balloons and empty bottles on the floor. Someone decided to smear some cake on the wall. I didn’t even dare open the fridge in the kitchen. I’ll probably find a shoe in there.” 

My lips curved into a smile just to shut out the memory of his hands on my body. “You sound like a guy with experience.” 

I expected an immediate reply. Instead, what I got was silence and we stood there for a few seconds. His gaze briefly dropped to my bare thighs again and I forgot how to breathe. Maybe it was because I could still feel him kissing and licking them. 

Then, as if nothing was happening, he stepped back and said, “You’re lucky you get to leave in your own clothes this time.” 

I smacked my lips, like I was disappointed that he was leaving like that after teasing me so hard without even touching me. 

“It’s only because you were careful this time.” 

“Just so we’re clear,” he paused with a smirk. “I only did it so you don’t walk out of here in another pair of my clothes.” 

“Like they’re anything special.” I rolled my eyes. 

He scoffed. “You know they are. When you’re done here, come downstairs for breakfast or to carry a trashbag.” 

And with that, he closed the door behind him, leaving me standing in place like I was waiting for something else to happen. 

It was only after I told myself he wasn’t coming back that I reached for my clothes and dropped the towel to the floor. 

“If you ever need to blow off some steam…” he trailed off. 

I opened my eyes with a chuckle, using that to hide how his touch made me feel. He didn’t have to say anything more for me to figure out what he was trying to say. 

“You make it sound like it’s a service.” My voice was barely above a whisper. 

“It is and it’s exclusive.” His grip on my thigh tightened possessively. “No one else is allowed in.” 

Even though I closed my eyes again, the casual arrogance in his tone made me want to tell him he had no right to be so full of himself, but all that came out was silence. My body was locked in on his touch. 

“I keep saying if you ever need to blow off some steam, but one day,” he paused, just to lean forward and his lips were now close to the side of my face, “I’ll be the one to call you. And when I do…” His hand slipped toward my inner thigh. “You’ll come. No hesitation.” 

I should’ve told him that I wasn’t his booty call, but he had been there for me when I wanted to forget about Grayson and my broken heart on more than one occasion. And the picture in my head of him calling me, of me showing up, was already too exciting. 

Suddenly, he pulled back his hand from my thigh and it felt like something important was now missing from my body to make me feel whole again. My mind had taken it that far. 

It was always so easy to lose control around him when he was in that mode that made me want to surrender, so I cleared my throat to compose myself, then spoke casually like he hadn’t just done things to me with his gaze, touch and words. 

“You keep saying all this when you know you’re leaving San Francisco. It’s not like you’ll be right next door. You’re going to London.” 

With a smug expression, he said. “I’ll be the one to handle that part. You only need to follow my lead. Got it?”