When Its Least Expected by Heather Van Fleet Page A

Your bed is so warm, so soft,” he groaned, tightening
     his leg around hers. Harley swallowed, her throat was like sandpaper. Every nerve
     ending connected to her skin was on fire. This wasn’t happening.
    Mason stretched one of his arms high above his head, lifting the hem of his tee just
    enough to reveal some to-die-for ridges underneath that very lucky shirt of his. This
     time, she gulped, and it was loud.
    Her mouth definitely wasn’t dry anymore.
    “Don’t …” he whispered almost aggressively. “…think, Harley. Just feel,” he pulled
     her
    so close, that nothing but their clothes separated their skin. When in the hell did
     this happen?
    And why in the hell did she like it? She should be embarrassed … no, scratch that.
     She should be mortified that she was practically pressed underneath him, but as her breathing turned rapid
     and she got sucked deeper into that come hither smile of his, she had no choice but
     to drop every single inhibition she had. She was in way too deep to dig her way out.
    “You should go…” she whispered back, not meaning the words one bit. All thoughts of
    parents and the consequences of getting caught were gone by the wayside as he watched
     her
    mouth and felt his fingers dig into her side, hard.
    “Shit, Harley …” he moaned, lifting his hand to cup her now too heated cheek. Her
    stomach churned; her lips parted without a fight. As he leaned in, she knew she couldn’t
     fight the pull towards him anymore, but she had to at least try. This was wrong, but
     also so, so right. Man, she was a screwed … times ten.

    “Mason…” his name was a plea on her lips, but also lost in a whimper as he
    brought his mouth onto hers.
    Hell, he didn’t kiss her right away, just lingered there … teasingly, his cinnamon
     flavored breath washed over her. The line they’d been teetering on for days was finally
     crossed, and there would be absolutely no going back.
    She shivered from head to toe, her body responding to him without her heads approval.
    The pressure of his mouth on hers was perfect, too darn near perfect. He pushed his
     lips against hers at a painstakingly slow rate. Harley didn’t fight it though. She wanted to be lying under him, feeling his heart beat rival against her own as their hands
     became familiar with one another.
    Mason’s mouth opened slightly, finally, practically begging for more than just their
     chaste kisses. Harley was suddenly down for it all, so she obliged, giving and taking
     at the same time.
    The intenseness between them increased with every kiss, every slow movement of his
    hand as it crept higher up her thigh. Her earlier dream was apparently becoming her
     new reality.
    Slowly, annoyingly slowly actually, Mason lifted the hem of Harley’s shirt, drawing
     lazy,
    sensual circles around her belly button, turning her into a giant puddle of molten
     lava. She gasped but was silenced as his skilled fingers inched higher, touching her
     in places that she had almost forgot she had. Those hands, so soft, so gentle, were
     now her most favorite part of his body.
    Harley was almost over that scary edge, drifting into the place where she’d forbade
     her
    body to go a long time ago. Screw it, this was only for one night, and she needed
     it, earned it even. She yanked at his long hair, needing to feel his pulsating limbs
     pressed over hers. She must have hit some sort of button with him too because a low,
     indescribable growl rumbled through his chest.
    Yes, please …
    Then he was over her completely, pressed into her, kissing her. She couldn’t get enough.
    He pushed, she pulled. She moaned, he growled. And just as he maneuvered his body
     where she truly wanted him to be, a soft knock and an accompanying whisper, sounded
     outside her
    bedroom door.
    “Harley?”
    She tried not to stiffen, pretending as if there was nobody there. She pulled Mason
     tighter to her, willing the voice to go away. Mason obviously didn’t hear it. He