We pass the Welcome to Iris Meadows sign, and by the time the song ends and we’re outside the cottage, we’ve shared a thousand words with subtle glances and zero words.
I cut the engine and stare at the cobbled path leading up to the front door. If I look at her once more, there’ll be no controlling my next move, not with the burning tension wrapping its tendrils tightly around me.
“Did you want to come in? I have a few hours to kill before my shift tonight.” There’s no missing the husky hitch to her voice.
My gaze remains forward. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“Why? I thought we were moving forward…”
My head snaps to the right. “We are. I promise you. But if I go inside, my last speck of willpower will do nothing to stop me.”
Her mouth falls open, breaths short, chest rising. “What if I don’t want to stop you?”
“Harriet.” The steering wheel groans under my grip. “You said you’re tired.”
She twists her body in her seat, the new position pushing her breasts together, and putting every ounce of her heated attention on me. “And now I’m not.I’m…”
Sparks dance in her blue irises while a wildfire blazes deep within me. My hands itch to trace every luscious curve of her body. Slow. Slow. Slow. It’s what we agreed outside the restaurant, but did it apply to the violent storm of need coursing through me?
I lean forward. “You’re what?”
She says exactly what’s on her mind, erasing all logical thinking.
“Desperate, Warren.” She moves toward me, closing the distance. “This time, I don’t want a distraction. I want you. All of you.”
Our mouths clash, all teeth and frenzied lips. It’s urgent and brief before I pull myself away and jerk my head toward the cottage. “Get inside, Harriet.”
FORTY-TWO
HARRIET
If the energyin the truck was suffocating, it’s nothing compared to the maelstrom of emotions overpowering my senses as we step into the cottage.
Warren’s presence is the most prominent in my tiny living room, large and vivacious as he looms behind me.
My eyes shutter closed when his fingers curl around my hips, pulling me into the warmth of his chest. He buries his face in my neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin. Our coats fall to the floor, but there are still too many layers separating us.
“I love the way you kiss me there.” My voice trembles.
“Good?” he murmurs, the hairs of his mustache tickling me.
“So good.” I take one of his hands and lead it to my heavy breast.
“What does my girl want?”
His girl.
I turn in his hold and drag his lips to meet mine. Sweet at first, he opens immediately. Then, his mouth demands more.My body melts with every swipe and stroke of his tongue. It’s addictive, consuming. I need for it to never end. He guides me backward, keeping our connection locked until my knees hit the edge of the sofa. Gripping his shoulders, I spin us again and gently shove him to sit.
“I want you here.”
“You have me. You’ve owned me since day one, don’t you realize? Forgetting you was impossible, and now I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go.” He licks his lips. “Now, let me see every gorgeous inch of you.”
I shake under his appraisal. In a rapidly changing body, it’s hard to feel sexy or attractive. With Warren, I’ve felt nothing but admired, pregnant or not.
I love how he lets me take charge while commanding my pleasure with simple words and looks. Warren makes quick work of the buttons on my shirt from where he sits, helping me out of the sleeves and my bra to reveal my breasts to his hungry stare. They’re bigger and more sensitive, and the moment he licks a hot path over my nipple, my spine arches, thrusting them into his face.
He moves his hands to the waistband of my leggings. With a painstaking slowness, he draws them down my legs, taking my panties with them. A deep groan echoes from his throat once I’m bared. “How am I so lucky?”
