Page 48 of From the Start
She narrows her eyes at me. “Don’t push your luck.”
“I’m merely pointing out how it’s okay to accept help.”
She grunts. I shouldn’t find it adorable, but I can’t help it. Harper is more prickly than jellyfish larvae in your swimsuit. But once you get past the prickly part? I’ve glimpsed the woman hiding beneath her stubborn, grumpy outer layer, and I’m certain she’s worth it. Worth everything.
I brush her hair from her forehead. “You know. You haven’t actually thanked me yet.”
“It was implied.”
“Come on. You can say the words. Kai, sexy demon of a man, you are the best and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
“Sexy demon?” She grumbles but her lips are twitching.
I clutch my chest. “You don’t think I’m sexy? Ouch.”
“Bragging about yourself is not attractive.”
“If you won’t give me compliments, I need to give them to myself.”
“You are beyond silly.”
“But sexy silly?” I waggle my eyebrows. She chuckles. “Aha! I got you to smile.”
“I smile.”
I palm her cheek. “Not nearly enough, Slugger.”
“Who’s keeping score?”
“I am.” I massage circles into her neck with my thumb and her blue eyes flare in response. I grasp her hip with my free hand and draw her near until her body collides with mine. Her breath hitches when my hard length presses against her stomach.
I can’t resist her any longer. I press my lips to hers. When she sighs, I don’t hesitate to thrust my tongue into her mouth. Ineed another taste of her. One taste wasn’t enough. I will never get enough of this woman.
Harper is not a silent participant. She presses her tongue against mine until we’re dueling for supremacy. I growl – I’m in charge here – and squeeze her hip. She doesn’t give in. Of course, she doesn’t. She’s my slugger. Always ready for a fight.
I shove my thigh between her legs and she rubs herself against me for some friction.
“Is there something you need?” I ask against her mouth.
She nods. I don’t force her to speak. I don’t want to break the spell.
I pick her up and place her on the desk. My cock presses against my zipper. It wants out. Too bad. I’m not fucking Harper for the first time in an office in the back of a bar.
I pause with my hand on the button of her jeans. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she hisses as she kicks off her sandals.
I snap the button open and lower the zipper. “Up,” I command and she lifts her ass to allow me to draw her jeans down her legs.
I groan when her baby blue silk panties are revealed. I expected Harper to wear plain white underwear. Not sexy panties, I want to rip off of her. She continues to surprise me.
I glide my finger along the hem of her panties. Goosebumps form in my wake.
“These have to go.”
She reaches for them but I stop her. “Allow me.” She motions for me to get on with it.
I pull her panties down her legs. I’m tempted to get to my knees and taste her, but I don’t want her first memory of me going down on her to be in an office in a bar.
