“If I still want you?” He didn’t even try to keep the incredulous tone from his voice. “All I do all day long, all night long, is want you, Harper.”
The smile she gave him was so beautiful, it nearly knocked his heart from his chest. “I want you, too, Will. Just that badly. Only...”
“Anything you want, anything you need, just tell me what it is and I’ll make it happen.” This was the first real, meaningful relationship he’d ever had with a woman. Whatever Harper needed, he’d give it to her, come hell or high water.
She bit her lip, then let the damp flesh go to say, “You can’t make what I want happen tonight, Will. Only I can. Every time we’re together, I completely lose control. But you’re always so steady. I need to know...” She paused for a moment as if she was deciding whether to finish her sentence or not, and he held his breath until she said, “Tonight I need to know if I can make you as crazy as you make me.”
“Crazier, Harper. A thousand times over.”
“Let me see it.” She leaned forward and whispered against his lips, “I need to see it.”
“I’m yours.” He now knew that he had been from the first moment he’d set eyes on her. “All yours.”
She looked up at him in surprise, as though she hadn’t actually expected him to agree to give up his control tonight. And she was right that there was almost no one he would consider doing that with. But she was different. She was special. And he trusted her in a way he didn’t trust anyone else.
“Come closer,” she said softly.
He immediately moved across the seat. When Harper straddled him, her dress billowing down around them, he couldn’t remember ever being happier. She’d forgiven him and she wanted to make love with him until he lost his mind.
Was there a luckier guy on the planet?
Summer was just around the corner and a warm breeze rippled through her hair. Stars lit up the sky around her as he thought, I want you, Harper. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else. I want you more than I can remember ever wanting anyone or anything before in my life.
He opened his mouth to say the words, but she stole them away. Cupping his face, she kissed him as if she were making love to his mouth, licking him, taking his tongue. Her whole body got into the kiss, swaying and moving on his, her breasts caressing him, her legs tightening along his thighs.
He’d always been the one in control, not just with her, but with all women. He’d always set the pace and the tone, decided where the night began and ended. Even when Harper had kissed him in the garage, he’d taken over, pushing her down on the hood, using his mouth on her because he’d been desperate to taste her. To have her.
Yet now that she was the one controlling his reins, she wasn’t rushed. Not at all. Even though he could hardly remember his own name.“You taste so good,” she murmured against his lips. “I wonder how you taste all over.” She leaned back to work the buttons of his shirt. When his chest was naked to her touch, and she ran her fingers down his skin, he actually felt a quiver deep in his gut. A part of him worried that she’d want to strip his shirt away completely, and that she’d finally see his tattoo, but even that worry could hardly take hold when she was touching him like this, kissing him like this.
“You have such a magnificent chest.” Curling her body, she bent to his nipple. She licked him, sucked him, then bit down lightly. “You like this as much as I do, don’t you?” She hummed with pleasure against his chest, the vibrations sending shockwaves through him.
“God, yes, I like it.” His voice was hoarse, his hands flexing on her hips, pulling her tighter against him. “You make me crazy.”
“Good. Because you make me crazy, too.”
When he lost control and went to kiss her, she laughed as she pushed against him. “No, no, no. Tonight, it’s my turn to have you.”
He understood that she was turning the tables, taking charge the way he had that morning in her house. The way he always did. Who would have guessed that the turnaround would set him on fire like this?
“I’m yours,” he said again, something he’d never told another person, but which felt impossibly right with her. “For whatever you want.”
She slid farther back so that she could trail kisses down his abdomen. He remembered doing the same to her, her skin smooth and sweet against his lips. He was hard, aching, and only just barely resisting the urge to toss her into the backseat.
The night air was still warm, but his skin was hotter. The sound of an occasional car on the road was far off and muted. They were in a world of their own, and his heart was pounding in his ears as she ran her hand over the rock-hard length of him.
“Holy hell.” The words shot out on his exhalation.
“Remember when you said you intended to taste me...and that I was going to taste you, too?” She pushed her hand inside the denim of his jeans and wrapped her fingers around him.
“I remember.” The words came out a little choked.
“Do you still think we should make good on all those intentions?”
His Adam’s apple slid along his throat. He felt like a teenager who had finally managed to make out with the untouchable girl he’d been lusting after. Breathless. Desperate. “Yes.”
God, yes.
She touched her lips to his, licked him until he opened for her. But instead of kissing him, she whispered, “Good, because I’ve decided I want to taste you. All of you.”