Page 14 of Dangerously Safe


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“We will always come for you,” I say with certainty. I’m not sure if I mean it because she’s a job our father tasked us with or because of something entirely different.

Unexpectedly, the air in the elevator changes. Harper’s breath quickens as I tighten my grip on her face, almost afraid to let her go.

There’s something about the way I feel when I touch her. The electricity between us is undeniable, and I haven’t even kissed her… yet.

I wonder if she can feel it too?

She must because her eyes close like she is waiting to see what I do next.

I take another step towards her so she’s pressed up against me, my hands still holding her sweet face.

Sweet face. Who am I?

I bring my forehead to hers, and a breath escapes her lips. I find myself staring at her full pink lips. I would do just about anything to hear my name escape those lips. Ah, fuck it. I can’t take it anymore; my lips are crashing into hers.

The kiss starts soft. The stiffness of her body lets me know she wasn’t quite ready for it. I tilt my head to the opposite side to better capture her mouth with mine. Finally, she raises her hands from her side and rests them on my chest. A shiver runs through me at the feel of her hands on my body. Her lips start to part slightly, and that’s all the invitation I need.

I push my tongue into her mouth to deepen our kiss. Her tongue dances with mine, and I honestly think I’ve died and gone to heaven for a second. A kiss should not feel this good. One of my hands slides down from her face to the small of her back, and I pull her body tighter against me.

A small whimper escapes Harper’s lips as she runs one hand up the back of my head and grabs my hair. I moan in appreciation and nip her bottom lip in my teeth.

Jesus, she tastes better than I could have imagined.

I’m about to pick her up so she can wrap her legs around me when the elevator pings and opens on our floor, breaking whatever trance we were just in. We quickly pull our lips apart and stare at one another. Breathless.

Wow.

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Harper

“Wow.” It’s the only word I manage to find in my vocabulary.

Looking like I read his mind, Mac just says, “Yeah.”

Unsure of what to do next, I reach for one of my bags.“No, let me grab them for you.” Mac seems just as flustered as I am. I follow behind him like a lost puppy. I’m no doe-eyed virgin, perks of having your cool aunt raise you during your formidable years. She was a very sex-positive person and taught me not to be ashamed of my sexuality but embrace it. With that being said, my sexual experiences have been abysmal at best, leaving me to rely on myself and my battery-operated friends. However, try as I might, I don’t know how to proceed right now.

I would love nothing more than to climb him like a tree, but is that smart? The last thing I need is to get involved with someone like him. His life is that of a criminal’s. The last thing I need is someone who can be taken from me at the drop of a dime.

Plus, there’s that little thing about having the hots for the other two men that live here as well.

“God, Harp,” I mutter under my breath.

“What’s that?” Mac asks as we make our way toward my bedroom.

“Oh, nothing. Just a tickle in my throat.” Smooth.

Mac sets both of my duffels on my bed, and my eyes are drawn to the thin silver hoop in his nose. Normally, I’m not drawn toward men with facial piercings, but Mac makes it work. It really works. His stormy eyes meet mine, and I can tell he’s thinking the same thing I am. Just throw me on that bed… please. Instead, he moves towards the door.

“I’m going to call Ronan and see if they’ve made any progress with that guy. Why don’t you eat and have a drink before they get back. You’re gonna need it.” He wouldn’t be wrong. I’m a little scared for Ronan to get back.

“Oh, alright.” Is he really not going to make another move? Damn.

He spins on his heels and gently closes my door. A few seconds later, I hear his bedroom door open and shut.

I just made out with Mac McDermott…, and it was one of the hottest moments of my life, and not a single article of clothing even came off. How sad was that? The worst part is I can’t even focus enough to relieve myself because any minute now, I’m going to get my ass chewed by the big bad wolf.

Great.

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