He wasn’t a saint, and this woman was his weakness. When she went up on her toes and kissed him full on the lips, his whole body clenched.
“Do you want me, Chase?”
Jesus God.Did he want her? He felt her slender curves melding with his harder frame, felt her soft breasts pillowing his chest. “I’ve never wanted a woman more.”
Framing her face between his hands, Chase kissed her, long, deep, wet kisses that Harper returned full measure. She tasted like expensive champagne and beautiful, sexy woman, and he couldn’t get enough.
Heat crackled in the air between them, seemed to burn him from the inside out. The bedroom was too damned far away. He had to have her now, had to make up for the days he’d been without her.
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t honorable. It wasn’t like him to take advantage, yet he couldn’t make himself stop. Nothing mattered but Harper and his raging desire for her. Nothing mattered but claiming her as he had done before.
He took her mouth, kissing her softly then fiercely, tasting her, delving deep.
“I need you,” he said, nipping the side of her neck. “Here. Now. I don’t want to wait.”
“Chase...” she whispered, sliding his tuxedo jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “I don’t want to wait, either.”
He groaned low in his throat. Tomorrow he would regret this. Tonight, with Harper demanding exactly what he wanted to give her, he refused to listen to his conscience.
Chase took her mouth in a savage kiss, his tongue sweeping in, tangling with hers, hers sliding over his. Her fingers worked the buttons down the front of his white tuxedo shirt while he hurriedly unfastened his cuff links. He stripped the shirt off and tossed it away and Harper ran her hands over his chest.
“I love touching you,” she said. “I love the way your beautiful muscles flex and tighten.”
“Harper...baby...” He kissed her again, deeper, even more demanding. Reaching behind her, he buzzed down her zipper, slid the dark green beaded gown off her shoulders to pool at her feet.
She stepped out of the fabric, naked except for a tiny silver thong, and his mouth went dry. He stepped back to admire her, the sweet curve of her waist, the way her small breasts tilted slightly upward, the feminine triangle of silver gold at the juncture of her legs.
“So damned beautiful.”
“Chase...”
He groaned. Harper pressed her hand against the heavy erection beneath the fly of his slacks, and he could feel her trembling.
Reaching up, he pulled the clip from her hair, freeing the long silky mass to slide down around her shoulders. “I need you, baby.” His hand slid over her body, palming her breasts, sliding beneath the tiny elastic band on her thong to stroke her.
Harper made a sound and arched against his hand. She was wet and ready, eager for him. Desire, thick and hot, slid through his veins, and his blood pounded.
He walked her backward till she came up against the wall, gripped the silver thong and tore it away, heard her soft whimper. He carried a condom in his wallet. He took it out, freed himself and took care of protection. Lifting her up, he wrapped her long, pretty legs around his waist and buried himself deep.
Harper moaned. For several long seconds he just held her, propped against the wall, fighting to stay in control. But when she whispered his name, when she started to move against him, making her own silent demands, everything inside him broke loose.
Gripping her hips to hold her in place, he surged into her, began to drive hard and deep, Harper clinging to him, her arms around his neck, moaning as he took her. Took her and took her and took her. Her inner walls pulsed around him, and he knew she was close to release.
He kissed her hot and deep. “Come for me, angel...”
A soft sound slipped from her throat. Her body tightened and Harper tumbled into climax, her sweetly feminine cries driving him over the edge. Thick, saturating pleasure burned through him and his own release struck hard. Chase groaned, the harsh sound cutting through the silence in the living room.
Long seconds passed.
Harper rested her head on his shoulder, and the fragrance of jasmine drifted over him. “That was so... You were amazing.”
Smiling, he kissed the side of her neck. “You were pretty amazing yourself, sweetheart.” Her legs still snuggly around his waist, he carried her up the stairs and down the hall, found the master bedroom and settled her in the middle of the bed.
He returned from the bathroom to join her. Brushing silvery hair away from her cheek, he kissed her. A stack of foil packets glittered on the nightstand. Harper wanted him, and Chase had never wanted her more.
For an instant, his thoughts strayed to the listening device in her father’s study, and guilt washed over him. But even if he left her alone, he wasn’t going to like himself in the morning.
Fortunately, morning was still hours away.
