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.

For a few precious moments, it was enough that he was lavishing attention on her, worshipping her body as if he couldn’t get enough.

He trailed kisses down her abdomen, licking her navel. Then he bunched her dress and pushed it up until it was just a ribbon around her waist.

The garage lights were bright overhead. He’d see everything. Touch everything. Taste everything. She closed her eyes and felt the rush of speed again, flying along the highway in his fast car with his fast hands on her skin.

Harper wanted all of it—Will’s mouth, his hands, his desire, his laughter, his intensity.

Everything.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Harper was like the finest whiskey, the sweetest of late harvest wines. She reacted so beautifully to each touch, each word, as her sensuality took her over, opening her up to pleasure for pleasure’s sake.

“You’re so damn sexy. Look at all that see-through lace. You make me crazy with all your naughty lingerie. I want to see you in it and nothing else. And then?” He paused, made them both wait. “And then I want to see you out of it. Just you, Harper. I want to see you.”

She ran her hands through his hair. “Please.”

The one word sounded so breathless that he was tempted just to tear everything off her. But he wanted to give Harper more. So much more. Enough to drive her crazy. Enough to drive them both crazy.

He pulled the bunched dress down. “Lift up.”

She flattened her hands on the hood and levered herself up. Will tugged the material down, then stepped back to slide it over her legs, and tossed it on the hood of the car, next to her head.

Every coherent thought fled as he took in the creamy satin bra with pink lace, her breasts wet from his tongue. And then there was the hint of flesh and other delights through the lacy panel of the endlessly sexy panties.

Leaning over her, he trailed both hands from her breasts to her belly to the scrap of satin and lace at her apex. He took her lips at the same time he slid beneath the fabric and took her with his fingers. Harper moaned against him, then opened her mouth, her kiss wild, her nails scoring furrows through his hair. She bucked up against him, wanting more.

He went slowly, stroking, teasing, loving the way her body moved beneath his. “Remember what I said?” he murmured against her mouth.

She shook her head. “No. I can’t even think right now.”

Neither could he, but Lord, he was trying the best he could. “I told you I’d make you scream with pleasure.”

“Oh God.” It was almost as if the memory of his saying that was too much for her right now. “Do it, Will. Do it now.”

The desperation in her voice made him nuts, too. It wasn’t for his money or his power or his position or the things he could give her. It was for his hands and his mouth, his touch. It was for him. And he craved that.

Just as much as he craved her.

Will had developed incredible self-control as an adult. But now, with Harper, he couldn’t hold back one more second from giving her what she wanted. What they both wanted, as he kissed his way down her body. Her limbs quaked, and her hot, sexy sounds filled the garage like music. Hooking his thumbs in the elastic, he tugged her panties down, needing all of her.

Needing everything.

“Mine,” he said softly, tossing the lacy confection onto the dress beside her. Then he cupped her hips, shoved her higher up on the hood, and put his mouth to her.

He relished her, loving her taste on his tongue, loving the way she gasped and moaned and cried out his name, writhing beneath him. “Oh God, oh God,” she chanted, a quivering mass of sensation. But he wanted to push her higher. Higher than she’d ever thought she could go.

He repeated the wicked pattern of his tongue sliding over her and his fingers sliding into her. Again and again and again until he felt the orgasm begin in her contracting muscles. She rocked, rolled, shuddered, and finally screamed out his name. It was long—it was loud.

And it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

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Nothing had ever felt like that. She’d been a mass of vibrating nerve endings, her skin fiery to the touch, explosions of color before her eyes, his mouth magic on her.