Page 37 of A Home for Harmony
She got all mushy inside when he’d said that.
He yanked his jacket off and dropped it to the floor, then grabbed her hand and pulled her through his house.
She had seen nothing other than the kitchen and family room and now she barely got to see the rest as she was tugged through to the stairs and up them.
They got to the top and he turned to the room at the end of the hall and shut the door.
“No one is going to interrupt us, right?”
“No,” he said. “Scarlet is staying at a friend’s house tonight. She was supposed to be here and asked to go there.”
“And that’s why you suggested the date tonight?” she asked. Harmony wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought of this before when he said he shared custody. There had to be a specific time when Scarlet was in the house.
“Yes,” he said. “Are we stopping to talk again or not? Your call.”
“That’s very considerate of you,” she said, reaching for him. “But I’m hot enough to set your house on fire. You can catch up if you want.”
She was pulling her blue sweater over her head and tossing it on the floor, then toeing off her boots that just weren’t budging.
He picked her up and put her ass on the bed, bent down to unzip her ankle boots and take them off, then her socks with them.
He reached for her hand and pulled her up, the two of them fumbling with their jeans, shoving them down in haste. Harmony gave a little wiggle of her hips to peel hers off, kicking them aside with a breathless laugh. Why had she worn tight, stretchy jeans tonight of all nights?
Because she wanted Micah to notice her body.
And the way he’d been looking at her during dinner said mission accomplished.
It was those dark, smoldering glances he kept throwing her that tipped the scales, pulling her into something she’d never given in to this quickly before.
Before she could unhook her bra, he had his hands on her waist and was lifting her, her legs going around his hips.
He was down to just his boxer briefs, and even with a quick glance, it was obvious he kept in damn good shape.
She wanted to see more of it...after.
Right now, the feeling of skin on skin was too much for her to ignore.
He went toward the bed and tried to lay her down and move back, but she wasn’t unhooking her ankles from behind his back.
He reached around and did it for her, gave her one more long wet kiss and then his mouth shifted down her body.
He stopped at her breast, licking the cleavage she had shown from shoving her small tits into an even smaller bra.
He didn’t seem to mind, but he didn’t linger either. His hands slid beneath her back, fingers finding the clasp with practiced ease. A moment later, her bra was undone and slipping away under his touch.
“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly. As if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
“There isn’t much there,” she said.
“But I bet it’s sensitive,” he said, dipping his head, his tongue swirling around a hardened nipple.
Her hips shot up. “Oh yeah,” she said. “Or it could be I’m horny. I haven’t had sex in well over a year. I’m not sure how long at this point. My little toy the other night didn’t take the edge off like I thought.”
He reared back. “Huh?”
“Hey,” she said, patting his cheek. “A girl has needs and I left your house worked up. I might have used my plastic little friend to get off while I thought of this.”
“Fuck,” he said, putting his head down on her chest. Not even to touch, taste, or kiss. Just kept it there.
