cologne you’re wearing. It started choking me. I felt like I was dying a slow death at the hands of Giorgio Armani.”
For her smart mouth, he smushed her cheeks on either side with one hand until her lips puckered out before moving her head from side to side. “So damn cute!”
He stopped when she started flailing.
***
It really didn’t matter she’d fed him that line of bullshit about being choked to death by his cologne—his Sweets was as affected as he was at the moment. She’d missed him too. He knew it from the way Harper had clutched him seconds ago.
Konstantine could’ve stood in the airport like that for the rest of the night, holding her. He would’ve probably passed out from exhaustion after the eight-hour flight into JFK from London, but it would’ve been worth it. Seeing the way her gaze had lit up the moment it landed on him told him all he needed to know. There was so much they needed to talk about, so much he needed to fix, but right now...
“Koz, get your hand off my ass!”
He bit the inside of his cheek. “But...it looks so soft...and inviting.”
“Konstantine...”
It wasn’t as if he were lying. Harper had always been a cute kid, but as they’d gotten older something had changed. The gangly-limbed body that he remembered was long gone, and lush curves and voluptuous flesh had taken its place. At six foot five, Konstantine was used to constantly having to adjust the way he held and dealt with women, but Harper seemed to be more than a bit equipped to handle every inch of him.
The top of her head reached his shoulder, her height perfectly proportioned with her figure. He had memorized every angle of her heart-shaped face—which wasn’t hard since he’d been able to see it at least twice a month from the time he’d left White Plains years ago.
Her large, cat-like, gold-flecked brown eyes still had that same twinkle, her full lips curving into an all too familiar smirk. Her smile was as blinding as it had always been, one dimple flanking her left cheek. Her curly lashes thick. Her riotus hair stuffed under a baseball cap, the gold-tipped strands that escaped a perfect complement to her smooth, peanut-butter skin.
His Sweets was just as he’d remembered her, but so much more. Too bad she was oblivious to the “so much more” aspect. If he had his way, she would know soon enough. Instead of pointing that out, though, he simply kept his hand in its comfortable spot on her ass, moving up ever so slowly until his fingertips slipped under the waistband of her jeans and skimmed just the outer edges of her panties.
“Koz!”
“Well, well, well,” he murmured. “I see someone’s taste in underwear has changed since the days of Wonder Woman briefs.”
Harper turned around, slapping at his head. “What is wrong with you?”
He flashed her an easy grin, despite the fact that his cock was as hard as granite after feeling the lace of what was most assuredly a thong. “My little pastry chef apparently has a taste for other confections.”
“I can’t wait to take you to Owen’s.”
His brows winged as he pulled up short. Harper stopped walking and shot him a questioning look. “I’m not staying with Owen.” He said.
She frowned. “You get a hotel reservation?”
Konstantine shook his head slowly. “No.”
“So then where in the hell...” Her eyes widened. “You are not staying with me.”
“I can’t stay with Owen and Janet! Would you want to stay with Owen and Janet?” He loved his best friend and pseudo sister-in-law dearly, but they took the word inappropriate as a goddamn challenge. Of course he could tell her about the condo he had in Manhattan, but that would be rather unproductive for what he had planned.
Harper winced. “Let’s not even mentally go down that road.”
He pouted a little. “Please don’t make me stay there... please.”
Eyes rolling, she turned and started back through the airport. “Don’t piss me off, Koz.”
“Not a
For her smart mouth, he smushed her cheeks on either side with one hand until her lips puckered out before moving her head from side to side. “So damn cute!”
He stopped when she started flailing.
***
It really didn’t matter she’d fed him that line of bullshit about being choked to death by his cologne—his Sweets was as affected as he was at the moment. She’d missed him too. He knew it from the way Harper had clutched him seconds ago.
Konstantine could’ve stood in the airport like that for the rest of the night, holding her. He would’ve probably passed out from exhaustion after the eight-hour flight into JFK from London, but it would’ve been worth it. Seeing the way her gaze had lit up the moment it landed on him told him all he needed to know. There was so much they needed to talk about, so much he needed to fix, but right now...
“Koz, get your hand off my ass!”
He bit the inside of his cheek. “But...it looks so soft...and inviting.”
“Konstantine...”
It wasn’t as if he were lying. Harper had always been a cute kid, but as they’d gotten older something had changed. The gangly-limbed body that he remembered was long gone, and lush curves and voluptuous flesh had taken its place. At six foot five, Konstantine was used to constantly having to adjust the way he held and dealt with women, but Harper seemed to be more than a bit equipped to handle every inch of him.
The top of her head reached his shoulder, her height perfectly proportioned with her figure. He had memorized every angle of her heart-shaped face—which wasn’t hard since he’d been able to see it at least twice a month from the time he’d left White Plains years ago.
Her large, cat-like, gold-flecked brown eyes still had that same twinkle, her full lips curving into an all too familiar smirk. Her smile was as blinding as it had always been, one dimple flanking her left cheek. Her curly lashes thick. Her riotus hair stuffed under a baseball cap, the gold-tipped strands that escaped a perfect complement to her smooth, peanut-butter skin.
His Sweets was just as he’d remembered her, but so much more. Too bad she was oblivious to the “so much more” aspect. If he had his way, she would know soon enough. Instead of pointing that out, though, he simply kept his hand in its comfortable spot on her ass, moving up ever so slowly until his fingertips slipped under the waistband of her jeans and skimmed just the outer edges of her panties.
“Koz!”
“Well, well, well,” he murmured. “I see someone’s taste in underwear has changed since the days of Wonder Woman briefs.”
Harper turned around, slapping at his head. “What is wrong with you?”
He flashed her an easy grin, despite the fact that his cock was as hard as granite after feeling the lace of what was most assuredly a thong. “My little pastry chef apparently has a taste for other confections.”
“I can’t wait to take you to Owen’s.”
His brows winged as he pulled up short. Harper stopped walking and shot him a questioning look. “I’m not staying with Owen.” He said.
She frowned. “You get a hotel reservation?”
Konstantine shook his head slowly. “No.”
“So then where in the hell...” Her eyes widened. “You are not staying with me.”
“I can’t stay with Owen and Janet! Would you want to stay with Owen and Janet?” He loved his best friend and pseudo sister-in-law dearly, but they took the word inappropriate as a goddamn challenge. Of course he could tell her about the condo he had in Manhattan, but that would be rather unproductive for what he had planned.
Harper winced. “Let’s not even mentally go down that road.”
He pouted a little. “Please don’t make me stay there... please.”
Eyes rolling, she turned and started back through the airport. “Don’t piss me off, Koz.”
“Not a
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