Page 41 of Hard Hat Hottie

“Baby, do you have any idea how sexy that is?” I wait for her to look at me before continuing. “I was there for a business meeting. But it had to be kismet. I mean, what are the odds we’d both be there?” It may sound sappy, but I don’t care. I’m not holding back with this girl now that I finally have her with me.

This time, when her gaze connects with mine, there’s a twinkle in her eye. “You might be right.”

“I think it’s hot as fuck that you went there alone, dressed to have men falling at your feet.” I wink. “Don’t ever dim your light for anyone, Harlow.”

There’s a metallic click just before I feel her slide over to my side and slip her hand onto my thigh as she leans in to me. Hell, this woman. There’s only about ten miles left before we reach my place and barely anyone on the road. As much as I want to keep her safe, I’m not trading this for anything.

As we reach my place, I park, slide my suit jacket off, putting it in the back seat, and come around to her side of the truck. “You okay if we go down to the beach for a bit? I want to finish our dance.”

She gives me a quizzical glance before answering, “I’d love that.”

“But first…” I try to untie her delicate sandals with one hand, the laces weaving around her calves are making me harder still. Harlow senses my struggle and bends to remove them. Lifting her with my good arm, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her to the wooden pathway down to the sand before placing her back on her feet.

“This is your place?” Her question comes out quietly over the sound of the surf.

“Yes. But I brought you here so I could enjoy the evening alone with you. Nothing more. I can take you to your placewhenever you want to go, and I’ll pick you up in the morning and bring you back to your car. Or if you aren’t comfortable here, I can?—”

“Harrison, I’m fine.” She reaches for my good hand and entwines her fingers with mine. It’s both natural and electric. There’s a tangible current traveling between our limbs with each step. Lifting the back of her hand to my mouth, I give it a chaste kiss, fully expecting the charge to vibrate against my mouth. If you’d told me this night would end this way, I’d swear you were crazy.

As we move down the soft white sand, I drop her hand in order to reach for my phone. Pulling up my playlist, I find the Chris Stapleton song we danced to earlier before placing the phone on a piece of driftwood. The sound of the ocean waves mutes the song, but it’s enough.

“Come here.” I reach for her and pull her against my body as the easy melody guides our movements. Dancing under the moonlight with her feels like a dream. I only wish I could get rid of this damn cast. I just can’t get close enough to her. With her hands resting on the back of my neck, I move my good hand down her spine, around her waist, and up her arm. Goosebumps dot her flesh, and I pray it’s from my touch and not the evening ocean breeze.

Unable to hold back a moment longer, I tuck a tendril of hair that’s dancing in the wind behind her ear and lean in for a kiss. Brushing my lips back and forth over hers, I dart my tongue out to tease until she parts for me. The taste of her is as intoxicating as any alcohol I’ve ever consumed. She’s sweet, warm, and inviting. I could make a meal of her mouth and never go hungry.

We nibble and lick and kiss, rocking back and forth to music that’s no longer there. I drop my hand to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze as I continue to devour her mouth, my erection so hard I’m surprised my zipper hasn’t ripped from the pressure.

“Harrison,” she moans against my lips.

“Yes?”

“Please tell me you won’t think badly of me.”

I instantly pull back from her, unsure what she’s trying to say.Hell, is she already wanting to go?

“It’s only our first date and, well…”

I stand paralyzed, praying she’s not asking me to take her home. I’m not ready to say goodbye.

“I want you.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

HARRISON

“I want you.”

Oh, thank fuck.

Grabbing Harlow by the back of her neck, I pull her to me and plant my mouth over hers. The desire to taste this woman everywhere has gone from want to need. I bend down, placing my large palm under her ass, lifting her up as I’d done before. Her legs quickly straddle my hips as we continue kissing under the light of the moon. Hell, if I didn’t want to have to deal with the aftermath of sand stuck to places it doesn’t belong, I’d strip her down right here.

The laughs tumble from one mouth into the other as we attempt to continue our make-out session as I walk us back through the sand. I’m so damn hard. Every time her hold around my neck loosens and her pelvis drops low against mine, I have to fight not growling at the feel of her. Shit, if she feels this good with layers of clothes between us, I might not withstand the sensation of her warm, wet pussy wrapped around me.

As we approach my deck, I admit I’m so revved up the wheels are starting to come off. It could be I haven’t slept with anyone in months. It could be I’ve fantasized about this woman since theday I first laid eyes on her. But it could also be I’ve never felt this type of chemistry with anyone, physical or otherwise.

The need to touch her everywhere becomes overwhelming. I place her down on the ground at the base of the wooden deck stairs and pull my sling off. In one swift movement, I pull my cast back as far as I can and thrust it repeatedly against the edge of the deck.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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