Slipping my hands under her sweater, I ran my thumbs over the smooth skin above the waistband of her jeans. She shuddered.
Her fingertips trailed over my chin and traced my lips before finding the ring in my septum. She gave it the smallest flick and then smoothed up the bridge of my nose.
It was as if everything around us was fuckinggone. The only things I could focus on were those small points of contact. Her warm skin under my fingertips and her hands on my face. The tension grew to an unbearable point, and I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing.
I’d been with plenty of women and had good experiences with most of them, but I’d never in my life felt that kind of chemistry. We were barely fucking touching, and I was hard as a rock already.
Widening my fingers, I brushed them upward, and my dick twitched when my thumb found a small barbell in her belly button. It was so fucking unexpected on this woman who described herself as nerdy and was wearing a sweater she’d dug out of some old lady’s closet.
With a groan, I jerked her forward as I lifted the sweater, finding that little ring with my mouth.
“Fuck,” she breathed above me.
Then she was climbing into my lap, and I lifted my head as she settled in, straddling my thighs.
“Come here,” I ordered, sliding my hands into that thick-as-fuck hair.
When her lips found mine, her hair falling down around my face and neck, I had to consciously keep my hands gentle. Shetasted like fucking candy, and she used her mouth like it was her goddamn job. Harper White knew how to kiss, and she knew exactly how she wanted it. There was no hesitation in her hold as she cupped my face in her hands, changing the angle as she licked into my mouth.
When she rocked her hips against me, my fist tightened in her hair. I couldn’t think.
I’d just wrapped my hand around her breast, barely brushing my thumb over her nipple, when the back door opened and the noise from the party inside filled the night around us, making Harper jerk away.
“Whoops, sorry,” a woman’s voice said quickly before the door shut again.
I wasn’t even sure who’d seen us because everything outside of the woman in my arms was foggy and muted.
“Oh my god,” Harper muttered, climbing quickly off my lap. “What the fuck did we just do?”
I stood as she backed away, but I was still reeling from that kiss, and I couldn’t figure out why the fuck she’d jumped off me like I was on fire. It wasn’t as if I’d done something she didn’t like. Harper had been an active and eager participant.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, the words coming out harsher than I’d intended.
“What the fuck?” she repeated, looking anywhere but at me.
Then, without another word, she turned and escaped into the house.
Looking down at my jeans in frustration, I paused before following her. I wasn’t going to chase her with my dick trying to escape through my zipper.
Why the hell had she run off? I was sure we’d been having a good time. Hell, I’d been having a great time. I wasn’t an idiot. I could tell when a woman was into me, and Harper had beenall in. Unexpected, sure, but that chemistry couldn’t be faked or mistaken.
I wasn’t sure how in the hell I’d never noticed her before. We’d been spending time together for years, and I’d never once wondered what she looked like naked—which I couldn’t get out of my head now and wasn’t helping to get rid of my problem. She had a goddamn navel ring.
I wanted to know what it looked like.
And thoughts like that were going to keep me on the porch for the rest of the night.
Instead, I tried to think about anything else. The Dyna I’d been working on all week at the garage. The dumpster at my apartment that smelled like death. The little old lady I’d helped at the store last week. The smell of dirty socks. Hangovers.
I finally got rid of the erection, but by the time I let myself back in the house, Harper was gone.
Chapter 3
Harper
Iwas ona goddamn roll.
Lying on my back in the bed I’d had since I was five, I stared at the ceiling, wondering how in the world I’d fucked up everything in my life in one day.
