Sheila dropped two shots in front of them and winked at Harper before moving on to dole out more to the crowd.
“Baby if I thought there was the slightest possibility we could get away with it, I would put my dick in you right here and now.” He thrust his hips against her to make his point. “I almost talked myself into keeping my hands off you. And then I see you in that bikini with that asshole’s hands all over you.” His hand slid to her other breast.
“It didn’t mean anything, Luke,” Harper whispered.
“When I touch you, it’s going to mean something.” He squeezed her breast until he felt her nipple harden against his palm. “Now do your shot so I can take you home and untie every string on that bikini.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
By the time they made it home, a spring thunderstorm was brewing. Dark clouds rumbled in the heavens and a heavy rain hit, soaking them again from the truck to the house.
Luke shoved the door open and pulled Harper inside. She still wore his t-shirt, while he wore only jeans. The rest of their wet clothes were balled up in the plastic bag he carried.
She couldn’t stop staring at him on the way home. The muscles of his chest, the tattoos. She was minutes away from having free rein to touch every inch of him. Every hard, solid, sculpted inch of him would be hers to touch and taste.
His hand lingered on her hip, his touch scorching her through the thin cotton. “I’m going to go grab us some towels, okay?”
Harper nodded. Maybe a few seconds apart would help her regroup. She had never been this nervous or this excited about being with someone. This was probably a mistake. She made a lot of them. But she had never wanted to make a mistake this badly before.
If she didn’t calm the hell down, she would have a heart attack before he touched her. Water. That’s what she needed. A nice glass of cold water.
She hurried into the dark kitchen and filled a glass from the tap. Maybe Luke would want a beer. She opened the refrigerator and lost her train of thought when he entered the room.
The only illumination in the room came from the open fridge. Luke kicked it shut and prowled towards her.
Cornered against the L of the cabinets, Harper had nowhere to go. He caged her in, resting his hands on the countertop on either side of her. The rain pattered on the window over the sink. It was the only sound in the house.
He stepped in closer. An inch from her face. She could feel his breath on her hair, her heart pounding unevenly. It was going to happen. There was nothing she had ever wanted more. And that scared her.
The what-ifs flew out of her head as Luke raised his hands to her face. He gently pushed her hair back over her shoulders. He rested his fingertips on the back of her head. His thumbs gently traced her jaw line and lifted her face towards his.
“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered.
“I’m on the pill,” Harper said, shifting under his touch.
She was drowning in his hazel eyes. She saw need and want and something deeper, like pain, in them. It went straight to her heart. Harper parted her lips. It was an invitation to fill and be filled.
Gently, reverently, Luke lowered his mouth to hers.
Thunder boomed outside in the darkness and Harper felt it travel through her.
His lips were warm and soft as they moved against hers. She sighed and opened her mouth to him. He moved his hands to cup her face, changing the angle of the kiss. His tongue met hers and all gentleness was gone.
He swept into her mouth again and again until Harper lost her breath. Her hands dove into his hair, trying to pull him closer. Luke stroked his hands down to her thighs, and back up under the t-shirt to her hips. He lifted her effortlessly and she found herself perched on the edge of the countertop, shirt bunched around her hips. Luke pressed her legs open and stepped between them, never breaking contact with her mouth.
She hitched her legs over his hips and yanked him closer.
“What changed?” She whispered it against his mouth.
“Nothing.” His voice was gravel in the still of the kitchen. “I just want you more than I want to stay away from you.”
Harper felt the hard length of his shaft through his jeans. His tongue swept into her mouth again as his hands climbed up her sides and under the shirt. She felt herself quiver as his exploration paused under her breasts. She moaned again and moved her hips to rub his hard-on against the damp fabric of her bikini bottoms.
His rough palms slid up to cup both breasts and Harper drew in a shaky breath. She wanted more. Everything he could give her. Her breasts felt heavy with need. “Luke, please.” His thumbs brushed over her already-aching nipples, and Harper’s head fell back against the cabinet, breaking contact with his mouth.
He yanked the shirt up to her shoulders, then over her head. Their gazes held as he tugged on the tie around her neck. The strings tumbled free, but the triangle cups held their position for a moment. The heaving of her breasts was enough to dislodge the fabric and as the cups peeled their way off of her skin, Harper heard something close to a growl rise from Luke’s throat. He was trying to be gentle, but she could feel the beast beneath ready to break free.
She wanted him free. Wanted him wild.
