Harper shoved a hand against his chest and turned away. “This isn’t going to happen, Chase.”
“You don’t think so?” He bent to nibble the side of her neck and felt her shiver.
“We can’t... I don’t want to do this. We need...to stop.”
Chase tightened his hold. “If you mean that, I’ll stop right now. Is that what you want?” He waited, let the seconds spin out.
When Harper made no reply, he kissed her again, a slow, deep melding of lips, a hot, deeply erotic kiss meant to arouse and seduce.
A faint sound seeped from her throat, and she swayed against him. When she trembled and slid her arms around his neck, Chase continued his assault, taking the kiss from slow and sensual to hot, hard and hungry, a kiss that sent his pulse racing and turned his erection to steel.
Harper moaned and kissed him back, her fingers winding into the hair at the nape of his neck as she gave herself up to him.
In the past, with the problems they were facing, he had let her set the pace. He hadn’t wanted to push her into doing something that would wind up hurting her.
That was about to change.
Harper had been his since the night he had kissed her in the seedy motel in Punta Gato. It was time he made that clear.
Scooping her up in his arms, he climbed the stairs and strode down the hall to her bedroom. Her eyes widened as he set her on her feet, unclipped his pistol and set it on the dresser, and started stripping off her clothes.
“What...what about my father? It isn’t right for us to—”
“Yes, it is.” Chase kissed her, stroking deep into her mouth, staking his claim. Harper moaned. In minutes he had her naked, but he didn’t stop, just lifted her and set her on the edge of the bed, pulled his shirt off over his head, spread her pretty legs and knelt between them. Her scent enticed him. Everything about her turned him on.
Harper was his. After tonight, she wouldn’t doubt it. Together they would find a way to solve the problems ahead of them.
Easing her back on the bed, he went to work, kissing the insides of her thighs, nipping and tasting, arousing her till she was begging him to take her. In minutes she had reached a powerful climax, her body quaking, his name a cry on her lips.
Chase didn’t pause, just pulled off his boots and the rest of his clothes, and stretched out naked on the bed beside her. Lifting her astride him, he filled his hands with her pretty breasts and began arousing her all over again. Harper leaned over him, her breath coming in soft little gasps, her silky hair tumbling around them as he seated himself deep inside.
Gripping her hips, Chase surged upward, began to set up a rhythm, once more driving her toward the peak. Harper moaned. As release drew near, she took over and Chase let her, giving her the reins, making her part of the bond he was forging.
She was his. Somehow he would find a way to make things right between them.
Harper braced her hands on his shoulders as she rode him, challenging him, driving him to the brink. She was close. Chase used his skills to keep her there, right on the edge.
“Chase!” she cried out as a second climax struck, and the feel of her sheath tightening around him destroyed the last of his control. His release came swift and hard, more powerful with the deep feelings for Harper he had finally accepted.
Little by little they began to spiral down, Harper slumped over his chest.
He smoothed back her damp, silver-blond hair. “It’s all right, angel.” Easing her down on the bed beside him, he cocooned her in his arms. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
He was determined to make things right, believed he would find a way.
But when he felt the wetness of her tears on his chest, Chase wasn’t so sure.
Luis Montoya wasn’t happy. Nearly two weeks had passed, and the Winston girl remained in Texas. Since he’d made his decision to have her, she had become an obsession. Half a dozen photos rested in his top desk drawer.
Later he would look at them, as he did each night before he left the study. He would pretend she was there with him and stroke himself to release. It didn’t take long.
He looked up as the door opened and Eduardo Ramos walked into the study, his thick black hair gleaming in the lamplight. He reminded Luis of a predatory bird.
“You wished to see me,jefe?”
Luis leaned back in his chair. “Where is the girl? I told you to bring her to me! You said you would handle it.”
“I have men working on it. There have been unforeseen problems.”
