see one way.”
Dodge moved beneath her, raising and rotating his right leg enough to kick the door to her room shut. “Great minds, huh?” He lapped at one hard nipple and circled it with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth.
“Something like that.” Harper closed her eyes, unable to process any other senses while he touched her, his caress inciting a raw and dangerous yearning that threatened to either drown her or make her levitate right off the damn floor. She ’ d never wanted anyone the way she craved Dodge Loving. If this was the universe talking, for the next few hours she was going to damn well listen.
“What is it about you?” she asked more to herself than to him.
He released her breast and grabbed her hips, holding on tight as he rolled her over so he was on top. “I was wondering the same thing about you, but I ’ m not about to question the universe on this one.”
The last bit came out muffled, because Dodge was yanking his shirt over his head as he said it, but it didn ’ t matter. At the first sight of his sinewy chest, hard abs, and the deep V of muscle by his hips, Harper lost the ability to comprehend any words beyond “faster,” “harder,” “now,” and “fuck me.”
Chapter Eight
D odge had been hard as a fencepost before, but one look at Harper spread out before him on the soft carpet and his balls tightened. After their talk he knew in his gut she wasn’t his grandfather’s corporate spy,just like he knew that she could never find out he’d started his seduction as a way to get the truth out of her. If she did, she’d be gone before he could get an explanation out. Their time was limited before she flew back to Washington, D.C. and out of his life. He meant to take advantage of every moment.
Her long hair fanned around her delicate face drew his immediate attention, but it was the sight of the stiff peach-colored tips of her full tits that grabbed ahold of him and squeezed the air out of his lungs. They tasted like vanilla, smelled like cocoa butter, and puckered perfectly underneath his tongue. They were magnificent.
Harper cupped the soft flesh, squeezing them. “Stop staring and touch them.” She bit her full bottom lip and glanced up at him through thick lashes.
“Is that a request?” He leaned down and blew a soft breath against her nipples, but didn ’t touch —not yet. Some pleasures needed to be drawn out and savored.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she shivered beneath him. “It ’ s an order.”
“ I don’ t take orders.” He grazed her peach tip with the prickly day ’ s growth of beard on his chin, relishing her quick gasp and quiet moan.
“You only give them out, huh?” There was too much desire in her voice for there to be any room for the snark her words would carry under other circumstances.
“Exactly.” He applied the same soft air, hard scruff treatment to her other nipple, the intensity of her wanton response making it harder for him to take it slow, to push her right on to the edge of need where nothing existed but pleasure.
She planted her feet on the floor on either side of his hips and lifted herself so that her center fit perfectly against his rock-hard bulge. “Do you always get what you want?”
“Yes.” Temptation—she was the word personified.
Undulating against him, her lips curled with come hither promise. “ Good. ”
He leaned back on his heels and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her sorry excuse for shorts, inching them down over her round hips. “Stand up.”
Without hesitation she lowered her luscious ass to the carpet and raised her long legs straight up in the air. “No.”
The challenge made his cock jerk with anticipation, and he dragged the tiny shorts off her legs in one quick motion, throwing them across the room. “Stand up.” He barely recognized his own voice, it was so strained with hunger for this woman who ’ d driven him to the point where he stalked The Retreat ’ s kitchen
Dodge moved beneath her, raising and rotating his right leg enough to kick the door to her room shut. “Great minds, huh?” He lapped at one hard nipple and circled it with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth.
“Something like that.” Harper closed her eyes, unable to process any other senses while he touched her, his caress inciting a raw and dangerous yearning that threatened to either drown her or make her levitate right off the damn floor. She ’ d never wanted anyone the way she craved Dodge Loving. If this was the universe talking, for the next few hours she was going to damn well listen.
“What is it about you?” she asked more to herself than to him.
He released her breast and grabbed her hips, holding on tight as he rolled her over so he was on top. “I was wondering the same thing about you, but I ’ m not about to question the universe on this one.”
The last bit came out muffled, because Dodge was yanking his shirt over his head as he said it, but it didn ’ t matter. At the first sight of his sinewy chest, hard abs, and the deep V of muscle by his hips, Harper lost the ability to comprehend any words beyond “faster,” “harder,” “now,” and “fuck me.”
Chapter Eight
D odge had been hard as a fencepost before, but one look at Harper spread out before him on the soft carpet and his balls tightened. After their talk he knew in his gut she wasn’t his grandfather’s corporate spy,just like he knew that she could never find out he’d started his seduction as a way to get the truth out of her. If she did, she’d be gone before he could get an explanation out. Their time was limited before she flew back to Washington, D.C. and out of his life. He meant to take advantage of every moment.
Her long hair fanned around her delicate face drew his immediate attention, but it was the sight of the stiff peach-colored tips of her full tits that grabbed ahold of him and squeezed the air out of his lungs. They tasted like vanilla, smelled like cocoa butter, and puckered perfectly underneath his tongue. They were magnificent.
Harper cupped the soft flesh, squeezing them. “Stop staring and touch them.” She bit her full bottom lip and glanced up at him through thick lashes.
“Is that a request?” He leaned down and blew a soft breath against her nipples, but didn ’t touch —not yet. Some pleasures needed to be drawn out and savored.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she shivered beneath him. “It ’ s an order.”
“ I don’ t take orders.” He grazed her peach tip with the prickly day ’ s growth of beard on his chin, relishing her quick gasp and quiet moan.
“You only give them out, huh?” There was too much desire in her voice for there to be any room for the snark her words would carry under other circumstances.
“Exactly.” He applied the same soft air, hard scruff treatment to her other nipple, the intensity of her wanton response making it harder for him to take it slow, to push her right on to the edge of need where nothing existed but pleasure.
She planted her feet on the floor on either side of his hips and lifted herself so that her center fit perfectly against his rock-hard bulge. “Do you always get what you want?”
“Yes.” Temptation—she was the word personified.
Undulating against him, her lips curled with come hither promise. “ Good. ”
He leaned back on his heels and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her sorry excuse for shorts, inching them down over her round hips. “Stand up.”
Without hesitation she lowered her luscious ass to the carpet and raised her long legs straight up in the air. “No.”
The challenge made his cock jerk with anticipation, and he dragged the tiny shorts off her legs in one quick motion, throwing them across the room. “Stand up.” He barely recognized his own voice, it was so strained with hunger for this woman who ’ d driven him to the point where he stalked The Retreat ’ s kitchen
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