“You sound mad,” she whispered.
“Harper!” He barked her name and she felt him twitch against her. He sighed. His breath was a warm breeze on her neck. “Okay. Get up.”
He pushed himself off the floor and pulled her up by the elbow. Harper set about yanking her underwear back into place with one hand while trying to cover her breasts with the other arm.
“What’s the point, Harp? I’ve already seen it all.” He looked annoyed.
“Fine.” She dropped her arm and put her hands on her hips. “You’re this mad because I climbed up on the counter?”
His gaze flickered up to her face and back down again. Harper set her jaw. “Eyes up here, buddy.”
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
“Why are you so pissed?”
“Fuck it.” He grabbed her — again by the waistband of her underwear — and yanked her against him. They stood that way, mouths a breath apart, for a second and then another one. Harper moved first. She brought her hands to his shoulders. When he didn’t move, she rose on tiptoe and slowly brought her lips to his.
His mouth, like the rest of him, was hard.
His hands moved, splaying across her back and pulling her tighter as his mouth moved in deeper. Harper’s head tilted back to accommodate the assault. His tongue forced her mouth open wider. She surrendered to him. He tasted and she dug her fingers into his shoulders.
He shoved her back against the fridge, his lips never breaking contact. Harper let her hands slide under his tank top. He helped her tug it over his head and moved back in.
Her nipples pebbled against his warm skin. She could feel his heart pounding under the phoenix tattoo. Hers drummed a matching staccato beat.
She nibbled on his lower lip and he inhaled sharply. Luke skimmed his hands up her sides to cup the undersides of her breasts. She sighed against him and his thumbs brushed over her sensitive peaks.
The delicate torture made her ache for him. She slid her hand in the waistband of his mesh shorts and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
“Harper.” It was half groan and half warning.
She stroked his erection down to the thick root and back to the tip. He lowered his forehead to hers trying to catch his breath. His hands stilled on her breasts.
Boldly, she stroked him again. His fingers tightened around her nipples, tugging and teasing. Harper felt moisture bead at the tip of his penis. She wiped it against her stomach, smearing the wetness on her skin.
Luke abandoned a breast and brought his fingertips to her center, forcing her thighs apart with a knee. He ran two fingers over the damp fabric of her underwear and Harper felt her world go gray. She ached for those fingers to be deep inside her, driving her need.
He skimmed over the fabric, back and forth in time to Harper’s strokes. When his thumb brushed her nipple again, Harper thought she would come apart.
On a growl, Luke tugged the cotton to the side and cupped her. His warm fingers pressed against her wet center. He hitched her leg over his hip to give him better access. Spread open to him, she welcomed the pressure of his rough hand.
He bent his knees, lowering his mouth to her breast.
With the new angle, Harper rubbed the tip of his shaft against her bare core.
He suckled with an intensity that had Harper’s knees shaking. Her strokes became shorter and harder, notching him against her sex.
So close. Just an inch lower and—
The doorbell broke through their haze.
Luke’s hands froze on her flesh and then disappeared as he hastily stepped back. He swore, readjusting the waistband of his shorts to pin down his hard-on.
“It’s Frank. He’s riding with me to the meeting.” Luke wiped a hand over his face. “Shit.”
Harper sagged against the cold metal of the refrigerator, her breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and lowered his forehead to hers. “I need you to go upstairs. Now.”
