Page 50 of Redeeming Harmony

She hesitated and then sat on the corner of his desk, rubbing her hands nervously over her jeans. “The way you were able to reposition the puppy, so Izzie didn’t have to have a C-section was incredible, by the way.”

He shrugged. “That’s my job, right?”

“You do your job exceptionally well,” she said.

A pleased look crossed his face. “Thanks, Harper.”

Warmth washed over her. She liked being the one to put that look on his face. Liked that they were connecting instead of fighting. Before she could do something stupid like suggesting they have sex, she said, “Rayna should be here soon. I texted Savina as well, just to let her know what was happening, but she hasn’t replied yet. Are Izzie and the babies stable enough to go home to Savina’s tonight?”

“Yes, but I’m fine with them staying the night, and Savina can pick them up in the morning. I think Izzie’s had enough excitement for one night.”

“Agreed,” Harper said.

She hesitated and then said, “Listen, I wanted to apologize for Friday night. I acted like a dick. Again.”

He pushed his chair back and stood. Harper’s pulse immediately went haywire at his closeness, and she had to stop herself from sliding her hands under his t-shirt and exploring his warm skin. Seducing Nathan was off the table, and she knew that. He wouldn’t want her after how she acted Friday night. So why couldn’t she stop thinking about how much she wanted to kiss him again?

Because he’s a really great kisser?

Wasn’t that the truth.

“I reacted badly as well,” he said. “I shouldn’t have been so dismissive of your feelings.”

She studied his chest, not quite able to meet his gaze. If there was even the slightest hint of lust in his eyes, who knew what the fuck she’d do.

Oh, we know exactly what we’d do.

“So, um….” She couldn’t think of a single thing to say that didn’t end in ‘please, Nathan, will you fuck me?’

“Look at me, Harper.”

Shit, his voice was low and intimate and…a shudder went through her body. She didn’t know Nathan well enough to know that was lust in his voice, but there was no denying it.

“I should go,” she said.

“Harper,” he said.

She stared up at him, her breath catching in her throat. “Yeah?”

“I really want to kiss you,” he said.

“I really want you to kiss me,” she said.

He moved even closer, stepping between her legs and sliding one big hand around to cup the back of her neck. She tilted her head up as he bent his, trying not to curse in frustration when he let his mouth hover over hers.

He rubbed his thumb against the side of her neck, his fingertips skimming over her hair. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

She pressed her mouth against his in reply. His hand tightened on her neck, and he groaned when she flicked her tongue against his bottom lip. He opened for her, and she explored his mouth with long, slow licks as she pressed up against the growing hardness below his belt.

He took control of the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip and teasing her with soft licks and bites. She slid her arms around his waist and pulled him closer, rocking her pelvis against his dick. His big hand cupped her breast, and she arched eagerly, gasping into his mouth when he plucked at her nipple.

Their kisses turned hot and urgent, and she tugged at the hem of his shirt, hoping he would take the hint. He took a step back and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on the desk beside them.

“Holy shit,” Harper said.

He grinned. “You like?”

“Very much.” She traced her fingers across his chest, liking the feel of the light layer of coarse chest hair. The last two guys she’d slept with had both waxed their chest, and she hadn’t realized how much she missed chest hair on a guy until now.

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