Page 53 of Singled Out
I met her imploring gaze. A sly smile slowly spread over her lips. “It seems like you’re afraid to face me.”
I chuckled because she’d read me so easily. “It seems like you’re about to pull your kiss-and-divert move.”
“If you don’t want me to kiss you, all you have to do is say it.”
Gazing down at her, I took in the playful sparkle in her eyes, my attention getting caught up on her lips as she moistened them.
My blood pounded harder, straight to my dick. I clenched my hands on the railing, trying to curtail the urge to run them all over her body, pull her into me, feel every inch of her.
With our gazes locked, the air between us charged, time seemed to stand still.
“I want to kiss you,” I ground out quietly, intently. “I want to touch you all over. Taste every bit of you. Push my cock inside you until you feel it in your chest.”
With her eyes blazing into mine, she said, “Then do it.”
I swallowed, still managing to hold on to the control that was unraveling like a very thin thread. Debating with myself.
“Your dad…”
“Has no place in this conversation,” she whispered. “He’ll never know.”
I glanced toward the house, in the direction of Danny’s room.
Harper laughed quietly. “He’ll never know either.”
For three heartbeats that nearly pounded right out of my chest, I watched her as I tried to convince myself she was wrong.
I couldn’t do it.
And I could no longer resist her.
Turning toward her, I palmed her cheek, my hand shaking with need. With my other hand, I pulled her flush against me, then trailed my fingers down her back to her ass, my erection pressing against her.
The next heartbeat, my lips were on hers, devouring her, tasting her, breathing her in as if my life depended on it.
I turned our bodies so mine pressed her into the railing as her arms went around my neck and her knee rose, her foot trailing up my leg, bringing her core into direct contact with my dick when her skirt crawled upward. A guttural groan rumbled from my throat as I felt her heat and softness through my sweats.
“Max,” she whispered, “we should go inside.”
“Right,” I said on a shuddering exhale. I was half out of my mind, on the verge of drilling into her right here, where anyone could see us. I needed to rein myself in and quit acting like an animal. I nibbled on her lips, then wove our fingers together. “Come on.”
Coaching myself to get my head on straight as we went inside, I locked the slider behind us and pulled the drapes, then glanced toward Danny’s side of the house.
“Go check on him,” she said.
Knowing that would ease my worries, I nodded and went toward his room. I paused outside his door, listened for any stirring before opening it. Prayed like hell he wasn’t awake, didn’t need me.
His room was silent, so I pushed the door open enough to lay eyes on Danny. With a baby sigh, he stirred, turning his head from one side to the other, but he slept on.
I watched him for another few seconds to assure myself he was out.
Without a sound, I pulled the door shut, then hurried back to the living room to find it empty. What the?—
I realized a low light came from my bedroom. I went toward it, shaking my head, relieved as hell she was still here. When I came around the corner to where I could see inside my room, I stubbed my toe on the doorway as I took in the sight before me.
Harper was stretched out on my bed, naked from head to toe, her head propped on her elbow, hips curving up like an hourglass, breasts spilling onto the mattress. She’d turned on the string of blue LEDs around the tray ceiling, casting the room in just enough light for me to feast my eyes on her.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I managed. I closed the bedroom door and whipped my shirt over my head.