Page 170 of Hell Hath No Fury
She glanced at him, and her stomach plummeted at his words, a stark reminder that just because he was doing her a favor, she had no business conjuring visions of them together.
Erotic visions, no less.
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Sharing a room?
That worked for him.
Of course, he’d put his foot in his mouth, too.
Matt took one look at Harper’s face and wanted to kick himself for his poor choice of words. It wasn’t how he’d meant it… but he’d said it. Now he had to make it up to her.
He took the keys from the desk clerk and thanked him before turning to Harper. “Come on. I can carry our luggage up.” They each had one small rolling piece and he’d have no trouble with them both. As soon as he realized he’d be rescuing her, he’d decided he was taking her to Denver for the weekend and staying overnight, hence his trip to his place before hitting the road.
They took the elevator to the sixth floor in silence, and though that had been their M.O., the car ride and her happy chatter had spoiled him for more than stiff, cordial interactions.
Stopping at the door of their room, he pulled the key from his jacket pocket and let them inside. The door shut behind them, enclosing them in an elegant, gorgeous space. He took in the large white bed in the center, knowing exactly what he wanted to be doing in the middle of it. The sun shone over the dark wood furniture, and a large television sat on the credenza. This was beyond his means normally, and he assumed Harper had gotten a conference rate. They might as well enjoy it.
He took off his jacket and placed it over the chair, noticing she’d removed hers and hung it in the closet.
Uncomfortable silence echoed around them until she broke it. “I missed the lunch, but I’m hungry so I’m going to go downstairs and–”
“Harper, wait.” She turned.
He took in her gorgeous face, not happy at the moment but no less beautiful, the curvy body in a pair of black pants and a light pink blouse that accentuated her lush, full breasts, and he broke.
He strode to her, cupped her face in his hand, pulled her towards him, and sealed his lips over hers. She raised her hands to his shoulders, and he mentally prepared for her to shove him away. Instead, she curled her fingers into his shirt and clung to him as her mouth parted and she let him in.
Their tongues met, teeth clashed, the kiss was hard and needy, and so many years in the making. He wanted to takehis time and savor the moment, but he couldn’t. Not when he thought she was right there with him.
But she wasn’t because she pulled back, her gaze meeting his. “You do realize we have things to discuss,” she informed him haughtily.
“Yeah,” he muttered, nudging his dick at her entrance. “But can’t it wait?”
She hesitated, giving his question careful consideration before nodding. “Yes. But you’re not getting out of talking.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promised.
Obviously assured, she pulled his shirt from the waistband of his pants, and they separated long enough to take a breath and for him to throw his shirt to the floor.
He kissed her again while bringing his hands to the buttons on her shirt, but his hands were too big, and he fumbled with them.
“Fuck it,” he muttered and pulled at the sides, sending buttons flying everywhere.
She gasped but didn’t seem to mind as she merely shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it glide to the floor. And what he saw, he’d only dreamed of until now. Her large breasts strained the fabric tipped in lace, creamy soft mounds of flesh plumping over the edges.
He met her gaze, shocked to find uncertainty in her blue eyes, and he couldn’t have that between them. “So beautiful.” He followed the scalloped border with one finger, his breath coming in uneven pants.
She splayed her hands on his chest, running her fingers over his skin, setting his body aflame. He kissed her again, devouring her, gliding his mouth back and forth over hers. They were in sync, every moment perfect and more than he’d imagined. And he’d done that plenty, jerking off to visions of Harper as he came.
“Pants,” she said, breaking the kiss. “I want them off. I need to see you. Touch you. I need to know this is real.”
“It’s as real as it gets,” he assured her.
But he wanted the same thing she did, so he stepped back and undid his jeans, yanking them down along with his boxer briefs, aware that she was doing the same, ridding herself of the remainder of her clothing.
Once freed, his cock sprung upright against his abdomen, desire pulsing through his veins. And when he caught sight of her body, creamy white flesh, delicious curves, all his dreams come to life, it pulsed once more.
