The hiss of zippers echoed through the small space, followed by the thud of clothes hitting the floor. He pushed the sounds out of his head, knowing if he thought about what was ahead, what she’d just openly offered, he’d come in his damn pants. Instead, he concentrated on Harper. On the velvety softness of her mouth. On the sweet tang of her tongue as it parried with his. On how her nipples raked across his chest, making him long to suckle them. He drew out the kiss, not wanting the feel of her against him to end, even though he knew this was only the beginning. Harper inhaled when he finally inched back, dropping another kiss on her closed mouth. She nuzzled her face against his, claiming his lips this time, spiking his cock hard against his zipper. The damn thing throbbed, reminding him how long it’d been since he’d made love. Hell, with the way he felt about her, he half wondered if he ever had. He’d never really had someone special. Never lasted in a relationship long enough to wonder if it was more than sex and some common interests.
