But then there were the nights. When she was alone in bed and her body was screaming for his touch. She only had to close her eyes to feel his mouth on her...and those memories of their lovemaking only got better by the night.
On Wednesday morning, she didn’t hear the alarm clock, mostly due to the fact that the night had been filled with erotic dreams about Will. She had to rush through her shower and barely got Jeremy out the door in time to catch his bus. He took a special bus to school and in the afternoons they dropped him off at the grocery store where he worked bagging groceries. She picked him up on her way home from work.
The doorbell rang and she wondered what Jeremy had forgotten, not even considering until she opened the door that Jeremy wouldn’t have used the bell. Which meant…
It was Will. He was to-die-for in a black suit and crisp white shirt that looked yummy against his tanned skin. On the other hand, her hair was still wet, she wore no makeup, and her robe was soft but well worn.
“Will?” His name was barely out of her mouth when she realized that she wanted him so badly she actually ached for his touch.
“You didn’t call me.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “You haven’t let me see you.”
Intensity burned in his eyes—a look that closely mirrored her own longing every time she’d caught her reflection over the past few days, thinking of him, missing him.
Before she could blink or breathe or say anything more, his hands were in her hair and he was kissing her. Devouring her. Utterly.
It was so much more than her dreams. So much better even than her memories of Saturday night. She simply melted against him. She wanted to touch him, but her hands were trapped between them. There was something so elemental about a man holding you still for his kiss, just his mouth taking you as though he could never get enough.
Finally, he pulled back, his eyes closed, a deep satisfying breath filling his lungs. “There. That’s better.” Then he gave her one of his gorgeous grins. “I couldn’t start the day any other way.”
“You’re crazy.” Her mind dazed, she could barely muster more than a whisper.
His desire was addictive. If she wasn’t careful, she could want it, start to need it, until she couldn’t live without it. He played havoc with the meaning of casual.
“Crazy for you,” he said. “Is Jeremy at school?”
Guessing there was only one reason he would ask that, she knew she should force herself to stick to her need-a-week-off plan. But with his hands on her and her mouth still tingling from his kiss, it was frankly impossible to corral her own desire. She had no willpower whatsoever.
Willpower. She almost laughed at the realization that Will definitely had all the power right then.
As soon as she nodded, he reached down to the belt of her robe. “I want to make you come. I want to hear you come. I want to feel you come. I want to watch you come.”
Just as he hadn’t asked permission to walk inside, or to kiss her, or to undress her, he didn’t ask permission to pick her up, hoisting her high on his body. Harper wrapped her legs around him. His mouth unerringly found her breast, and the pleasure was so intensely connected to all her other intimate places that she couldn’t help leaning back in his arms and locking her ankles. She gripped him hard in the circle of her legs to intensify the sensations zipping through her body.
“You’re irresistible when you’re all heated up.” His voice was a low purr vibrating right into her. “Hell, you’re always irresistible.” He carried her through to the living room, set her down on the couch, then pushed the coffee table back with his foot.
Her robe fell open around her, and Will looked incredibly pleased about it. “I’ve always been known for my timing, but it’s never been better than right now, coming here and finding you all naked and pretty for me.”
She loved the way he said hot, sexy things all the time. “I just got out of the shower.”
He removed his jacket and tossed it on the other end of the couch. “Then my timing wasn’t so impeccable after all, was it? A few minutes earlier, and I could have stepped under the water with you.”
The idea of him taking her with his pristine shirt and tie on was exciting. So exciting that it was almost impossible to remind herself—and him—that there needed to be boundaries to what they were doing. Whatever the heck it was.
“You shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He came down on one knee between her legs. “Give me a good reason why not.”
The problem was that when he touched her, Harper couldn’t think of any reasons at all. Nothing more than a simple, “Because.”