Page 34 of Your Heart & Mine

Wyck's eyes widened and his lips tipped up as he watched Harper's fingers making short work of his buttons. When she was halfway down, he pulled the shirt from his jeans and shucked it next to her sweater on the floor.

He pulled her tightly against him again. The combined heat of their bare skin touching was an urgent, combustible force. Soon, they were stumbling together toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind them.

Wyck withdrew one hand from her flushed body to slip off his socks, while Harper wrestled with the stubborn button on his jeans. "You are never allowed to wear these again," she insisted and felt his smile when her lips took his again after a brief parting.

"Yes, ma'am," he countered as he stepped out of the offending pants and scooped her up her naked body, tossing her onto his big bed.

A moment later, the friction of his crisp chest hair against her sensitized nipples as he worked his way up her body had Harper groaning with desire. "Wyck," she gasped as he took one hard nipple between his teeth, nipping the bud before sucking it deep into his mouth.

"Tell me what you want, Angel," Wyck asked as he continued his sensual assault on her other breast.

Her mind a blank, Harper attempted to form words, but nothing came. She could only whimper in response. The next moment, she squealed as he rolled taking her with him. She found herself sprawled across his chest, her long legs falling on either side of his lean hips, her hair a curtain around their faces.

Pushing herself up with her hands on his sculpted pecs, she grinned down at him. "Feeling a bit lazy tonight, are we?"

"It's all you, Baby." Wyck laced his hands behind his head, his lips tipping up in a rakish smile. "Use and abuse me."

Harper's nostrils flared and her entire body warming at the dare. She felt his rock-hard length pressing into the wetness of her sex, millimeters away from where she wanted him. She slid back and forth, once…twice before his hands shot out to grasp her hips. "Keep that up and the party will be over too soon, Angel."

Leaning forward, she took his mouth and his hands trailed down until they took a firm hold of the globes of her ass, pulling her forward just a bit. He tipped his hips up and his cock found its mark on the first try. Harper's mouth fell open and she let out a gasp when he filled her. "I thought you said this was all me?"

"Like I said, I'm selfish." Wyck's voice was gravely, and she could tell he was holding on by a thread.

She sat up again and slowly began moving up and down his length, every inch of him shooting off sparks throughout her body with each delicious slide. Wyck's hands roamed everywhere as she rode, stroking every inch he could reach. When his clever fingers found her clit, her leg muscles began to quake and lost her rhythm completely.

"Look at me, Angel. I want it all," Wyck growled, pulling her down harder onto him with every stroke.

Harper forced her eyes to his that were dark with desire, and something else. Something she recognized from long ago. Before she had a second to contemplate it, her orgasm hit her with a force she'd never experienced. Her vision blurred and she cried out. Wyck surged upwards pulling her in tight to him and devouring her mouth as she rode the high.

Suddenly, she was on her back again, Wyck's weight pressing her into the memory foam. She locked her ankles above his taut ass and held on as he pounded into her with a speed she couldn't hope to keep up with in her current state. His neck arched and he roared as he came moments later before collapsing on her.

He was heavier than she remembered but she didn't care. As they both tried to catch their breaths, she finally found the strength to move her hands up and down the muscles of his back. She traced the hills and valleys so different, yet familiar at the same time. God, she still loved him. Her eyes slipped closed at the thought.

His head turned slightly, pressing a kiss to her sweat slicked temple. "I'm sorry. I'm crushing you." Wyck turned them again and they were on their sides, still joined and chest to chest. He hiked her knee to rest on his hip bone, placing another tender kiss on her forehead. "That was amazing."

Harper nodded into his chest, letting her tongue slip out to taste the salt on his chest before kissing him there. "Mmmmm…" was her only reply. Words failed her though she was pretty sure 'amazing' didn't quite cover it.

As they lay entwined, skin slick with sweat, hearts gradually slowing, they both drifted off, finally where they had both longed to be for so long.

Chapter twenty-eight

Betrayal

Sometimelater,Harperawoke,Wyck's heart thumping slowly under her ear. She lay there for several long moments, listening to the beat, lost in her memories of all the times she had woken up in this same position, feeling completely relaxed, sated, and loved.

Though she hated to move, her throat was as dry as a desert and she desperately wanted a drink. Slipping ever so carefully from Wyck's arms, she stood and searched for something to wrap around herself to counter the chill in the air. By the moonlight slanting through the large windows of the bedroom, she spied Wyck's shirt, and slipped it over her head. She pulled the fabric of the collar to her nose and sniffed enjoying the pure masculine scent of him that still lingered there.

Smiling to herself, she padded to the kitchen on legs that were still a bit shaky, and found a bottle of water in the fridge. Cracking it open, she glanced idly at the paperwork strewn across the table as she sipped.

Her eyes caught on the words "Ward Development" stamped across several documents. Frowning, she shuffled through them. Why did Wyck have materials showing properties her father had sold to the hated development company. Her dread increased when she saw paperwork with the address of her family home.

The paper showing a large payment had been made and the name Wyck Ward was scrawled across the bottom in strong, firm strokes. Under the line, it read 'Owner, Ward Development'. Hot anger roiled in Harper's core.

Storming back to the bedroom, she flicked on the light, jolting Wyck from sleep. "What the fuck is this?" she demanded, shaking the contract.

Wyck blinked rapidly, squinting at the papers, confusion turning to dawning dismay. "Let me explain..."

"You own Ward Development?" Harper cried. "You're the one who bought up all my father's properties? Why did you make a payment on our home? How could you lie to me?"

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