Harper couldn’t think while he was touching her. Which meant she also couldn’t remember to hold back the words, “You used to date her?”
“A couple of times.” He shrugged. “She likes men with money.”
Harper had enough experience with fortune hunters after Jeremy’s trust to understand. But even though she still couldn’t quite shake the jealous vision of Will sleeping with a woman like Monette, she needed him to know something. “She was a fool.”
He turned to her with a surprised look that she was able to catch just as the lights went down. But when he kissed her—a kiss that was not only full of passion, but something more, something that seemed even bigger than desire—she didn’t need to see his face to know how much he’d liked hearing those words.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Their limousine could have seated ten. Champagne chilled in a silver bucket on the center console, and a pot of Will’s special caviar teased her senses as the limo maneuvered through the San Francisco streets, heading to Will’s penthouse flat. The flutes were filled with raspberries, already half drenched in champagne.
This was the opulence she’d expected from him that first night—an exclusive restaurant, a private box at the show, a stretch limo. And yet, while it was still more than a little overwhelming, it didn’t scare her away the way it would have back then. Because she knew Will. Knew the man behind the money and the power. Knew how kind he could be, how sweet. Sexy, too, but that had been obvious from the outset with nothing more than one look.
He filled the glass and handed it to her before doing the same with his, then tapped his glass to hers in a ting! of crystal. Flush against him on the seat, his exquisitely male scent went to her head like the champagne bubbles.
“Did you like the show?”
“It was wonderful. Thank you so much for taking me.” The plot was a little fuzzy, though, since she’d been so taken over by him that she couldn’t remember much of it. But what she did remember—all of his incredible kisses, the way he’d teased her with barely-there caresses—made her tingle all over.
“It was my pleasure. Being with you always is.” He tipped the stem of her glass, and murmured, “Drink.”
It was ambrosia, with a hint of almonds and the sweetness of the fruit at the bottom.
“Now try a caviar chaser.” He unscrewed the lid of the caviar and dipped his finger into the pot.
No spoon, no cracker. Just him. His lids half-closed, he fixated on her lips as they parted, and she took his finger into her mouth.
He was a burst of flavor—the rich, buttery taste of the caviar and the saltiness of his skin. An ache blossoming deep in her core, she licked him clean, every last morsel. The sensory overload was already close to sending her over the edge, but when he trailed a kiss along the low neck of her dress, over the swell of her breast, she was sure she would die of wanting him.
Slowly, he pulled away, raining more kisses over her skin before saying, “Your turn.”
Dazed with desire, Harper dipped a finger into the pot, retrieving a scoop of the luxury before Will set it back on the console. Then he captured her wrist, bringing her hand to his lips. His eyes on hers, he went down on her finger and sucked the caviar away.
The limo idled through the city traffic, but she no longer needed speed to get that wild, crazy feeling from racing fast in a car.
All it took was one touch from Will.
He licked her finger once more, his gaze smoldering. Then he tipped her champagne against her lips. She took a long drink, the bubbles bursting all the way down her throat. When she was done, he leaned in and tasted her mouth, licking away the drops of the champagne.
“I want you now,” he whispered against her lips, “but I swore to myself I’d have you in my bed tonight. All night long. Over and over.”
Moments later, the car stopped and the door opened, garage lights beaming beyond the driver’s shoulder. Her knees seemed to wobble as Will helped her from the car. He carried the two champagne glasses in one hand as he walked her to the elevator, which he opened with a special key card. There were no floor buttons. Once inside, he simply inserted the key again. The doors closed as the limo rolled away.
His arm wrapped around her, he held the glass to her lips once more. “Eat the fruit. It’s been sitting in champagne.” He tipped the glass until the berries slid down into her mouth. They were rich with bubbles, sweet and sparkling.
Then Will’s lips crushed hers. He held her tight against his body, pressing her up against the elevator wall as he tasted the fruit with her.
But though she’d truly had an amazing time at the show tonight and the fancy ride, complete with fruited champagne and delicious caviar had been seductive and decadent, she hadn’t needed any of it to be happy.