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She wasn’t completely naive. It was obvious from his scent that her half-nakedness affected him, and his desire for her hung heavy in the air, causing her beast to purr with pleasure.
Looking at the light streaming through the window, she guessed it was midmorning and began to berate herself as she imagined all the backorders she would have to deal with.
Later that afternoon, she had to review the colour schemes and flowers for two weddings, so that would take up a chunk of time.
There were at least four clients on her waitlist that she wanted to address this morning and four more after the wedding appointments. There were fifty people on her waitlist, and she needed to start whittling them down and taking their orders.
Harper would have to delegate the task to one of her assistants in order to complete her list. Isla began helping a year ago, and she showed great talent, but she was shy. More abuse had been inflicted on Isla than Harper had experienced. That was one reason Harper came out of her shell.
When she realised how serious things could have been and that Numbers, like Isla, looked up to her because she was trying to build a life, she wanted to show them that there was more to life than just breathing. More than just surviving. There was also love, laughter, making friends, working, and having some fulfilment in their lives.
Harper feared that some of the Numbers would never recover. Although Isla was healthy and content, she feared she wouldn’t see how wonderful things could be for her and her beast.
“Harper!” he called out again.
She blinked, then grinned when he didn’t come through, clearly concerned that he might catch her half-dressed.
If he thought he was hiding his hardness every time he was aroused, he wasn’t. She wasn’t complaining; on the contrary, she was fascinated by his anatomy and wanted to see him bare.
Pulling her trousers over her hips and fastening the zip, she quickly darted into the bathroom. While going to the toilet, she noticed a new toothbrush on the side as well as a brush and unopened female soap. Those scents reminded her of her own cinnamon and spice.
It filled her with a lightness like giddy happiness. Overjoyed that he had thought of her and had provisions for her at his home, so she made sure to use all of them before he left.
After exiting the bathroom, she emerged in a soup cloud that matched her natural scent.
Seeing her out of the corner of his eye, Nick sniffed as she approached. As if he were one of her males, she stilled, letting him take in her scent.
While pouring juice, he held open the fridge door. Leaning back against the counter, he shut the door. He pushed the glass of orange into her hands. “Morning,” he said, eyes tired but bright when he looked at her.
Seeing his black suit hugging his trim body, she breathed, “Good morning.”
He wore no waistcoat today, and his top buttons were loose. Though she almost didn’t do them up, she followed through with her desire and put the juice aside for later and moved toward him.
He froze, surprised as she stepped into him and smoothed down his shirt with her hand, touching the ridges of taut muscle beneath his shirt.
His shirt felt smooth and warm from his body. His scent was an intoxicating mix of aged whiskey, dark wood, and citrus bursts.
Inhaling deeply as she started to do up his shirt's buttons, she managed to stop her fingers trembling and keep still as she worked. Finally, she reached the button under his chin; his throat bobbed as her fingers brushed his skin.
He gripped her hands before she could finish, and his eyes fixed on hers with intensity, making her suck in her breath.
Harper had always been fond of his eyes. They spoke volumes without him having to say a word. Trustworthy and loyal, his actions proved that repeatedly, but his eyes were what drew people to him and led them to trust him—There was no deception in them.
Harper’s senses were battered by the intensity of his lust, and they were smothered by his strong affection. She was drawn under his spell and given no choice but to ride the waves.
When he lowered his head, she eagerly tilted hers, embracing the kiss he offered.
He tilted her head and pulled her flush against him. Her beast made a slight sound of approval that startled her, but she was totally on board with it. He was the object of a terrifying need on the part of her beast.
Having suppressed her feelings and avoided making promises she may not be able to keep for so long, she had built everything up and it had intensified to terrifying levels.
Her skin itched from all the suppressed need.
Despite Nick’s efforts to keep his wants from being unleashed, she could sense it behind a wall of need. As a result of his never-faltering feelings for her, he had a violent desire burning inside of him that pleased her because he never gave up on her.
She poured all of her banked desire into that kiss. Their lips brushed against each other, like magnets circling and drawn together. His mouth moved on hers as if she were made of glass and could crack at any moment.
She savoured the sweet way he handled her while greedily craving more of this. She wanted him to grip her like he did yesterday with no hesitance, no second-guessing himself.
