But instead of heading for the house, and his bed, she pushed the remote button under the dash, and the garage door slid soundlessly closed. He could see the nerves still simmering away in her eyes as she turned back to him. But those nerves didn’t stop her from saying, “I’ve never been naughty in a car.” Her hands flat on his chest, she went up on her toes, her lips a breath away. “And I’ve never done anything naughty on the hood of a car before, either.”
* * *
Harper couldn’t believe what she was saying, could hardly believe how fearless she felt. But the bars she’d been confined by for so long seemed to have burst wide open tonight. And she knew she had to race to enjoy every last second of her freedom before they closed down around her again.
“Here?” Will asked in a voice heavy with desire. “Do you want me to take you right here, Harper?”
“Unless,” she said in a husky voice, “you’re afraid it’ll muss up the paint job.”
“I don’t give a damn if it does.” He lifted her as though she weighed nothing. Setting her on the hood, he slid his hands up her thighs, pushing the dress high, and stepped between her legs. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Everything. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, his body deep inside her. “Touch me,” she whispered. “Touch me like you almost did in the car. I bought satin and lace for you today, and I want you to see it. Now.”
“Satin and lace?” She’d never seen such hunger on a man’s face. “I want to see it. I want to see you.” He lightly stroked both hands up and down her legs, enough to make her skin hot and her body buzz, before his voice dropped to a sexy growl. “Undo the dress for me.”
Reaching behind with less than steady hands, she drew the zipper down, then slid her arms free, letting the bodice of the dress fall to her lap.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”
He swept his thumbs along the underside of the bra cups, up the sides, tracing the thin shoulder straps. His fingers were feather light on the swell of her breasts, leaving sparks that shimmied through her body all the way to her toes. Then his mouth was on hers, consuming her as his hands explored every inch of satin, every scrap of lace.
She was already mindless with need and he hadn’t even undone her bra.
“I need to know how the rest of you tastes,” he whispered against her lips. “I’ve been dying to know. Dying to get my hands and mouth on you. All of you.”
His hands slipping down to her waist, he pushed her flat onto the warm hood of the car and came down over her. He was deliciously hard where his body rubbed against the apex of her thighs, creating friction with the bulge of his jeans. Pulling the bra aside, he trailed kisses over her breasts. Then his lips closed over her and Harper moaned, biting her lip. His touch was sensual, reverent. Wild. He licked, sucked, nipped, until she felt a jolt straight down to her center.
“Oh baby, you’re so sweet. You taste like cherries.”
Her nerves slipped back through as she said, “I do not. No one does.”
“Cherries,” he insisted, raising his head. His lips were wet, and she was half naked, one breast still covered. The decadent sight spiked her desire. “Your lips are like cherries, too,” he said.
Then he kissed her again, and she tasted the slight saltiness of her own skin. Holding her head, he moved his mouth on hers, licking, biting, just the way he’d taken her breast. Then he went deep, his tongue sweet and hot, his body bearing down on her.
No man had ever played with her like this, teased her, taken her over. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her head slightly to kiss him as passionately as he kissed her, fully open to him.
“So sweet.”
Reaching between them, he effortlessly popped the front clasp of her bra. He closed one hand over her breast, molding her flesh with his fingers before flicking his thumb over the peaked nub. And then he put his lips over her once more and sucked hard, making her arch and moan against him.
“So pretty.”
She raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips to hold him tight, intensifying the sensations. Gripping her thigh, he held her leg high, squeezing her bottom as he drove her mad with his mouth. He turned to her other breast, giving it the same sweet treatment.
He didn’t rush—he savored.
“So perfect.”
He seduced her with his words as much as with his body. And tonight, she wouldn’t let herself think about the other women he might have said these same things to. She wouldn’t think about her real life that was waiting for her just around the corner.