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Robin was not alone.
That realization brought with it a deluge of reality. She had vague memories of pizza and a lot of beer last night. Groaning, she cracked one eye open and blinked.
A familiar profile filled her vision.
Harper.
Her heart did a leap and twinge in her chest.
He bent his head and pressed a kiss to her stomach then her side. He lingered there as his eyes met hers. The light drifting through the sliding glass door was more than enough to make out his features. Her mind shied away from the bad parts of yesterday, choosing instead to revel in how this man had dropped everything to save her. And most of all? He was still there.
A normal man would have jumped ship. The kind of baggage she came with was too much for most. But not him. Not Harper.
“Morning,” he said in that deep, sleep roughened voice. She’d forgotten how sexy that sounded. “Did I wake you?”
She lifted a hand, running her fingers through his hair. “Maybe a little.”
“How’s your head?”
She pressed her fingers to her cheek. “I think I’ll have a little bruising. Mostly it’s my neck.”
His tone grew grim. “I... I, ah, meant after drinking.”
“Oh.” And here she went making things uncomfortable. “I’m fine.”
There went that moment.
She rolled away from him.
Or tried to.
Harper threw his arm over her hips and hugged her to him. She didn’t have it in her to fight him.
“Hey? Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly.
He’d asked her the same thing last night, and she’d chosen to drown her trauma in beer and grease. Not the most mature thing she’d ever done, but what the hell?
“No.” Despite his hold on her, she rolled to her back and stared up at the ceiling. It was easier this way. Looking at him distracted her. “I’ve said all that needs saying. I’m tired of talk. I want to do something.”
Harper’s hand slid over her hip to her side. His tough was just firm enough to not be ticklish.
“Hm.”
With his face pressed against her stomach, she felt the vibration of that drawn-out sound. It tickled her insides, curling deeper to awaken other desires. She let her eyes drift shut and focused on the positives. The first time she’d woken up to Harper had been a disaster. Her fault for not setting an alarm, so she wanted to enjoy this moment. With the firestorm she was bringing down on herself, who knew when she’d get another respite like this?
Harper turned his face. She felt his nose on her ribs then his lips. His kiss was so gentle it tickled. She shifted, sucking in her stomach to get away from the touch. He chuckled and slid a hand up under the loose shirt she’d worn to bed. She stopped breathing as his fingers coasted up and over the underside of her breast to her nipple.
And just like that, there was only one thing she wanted to do.
Robin let her eyes drift shut as he drew lazy circles around her areola. Her breath quickened, and she shifted her feet restlessly.
“Anything specific you want to start with?” His feigned innocence was laughable. He knew what he was doing.
“More of that,” she muttered.
“Hm, I think I can do that, but first…”
Harper let go of her breast to once more wrap his arm around her waist. Only this time he rolled, bringing her on top of him. She sputtered a laugh and straddled his hips. His morning wood pressed against her ass, evidence that he was still interested in her. He grinned up at her and pushed her shirt up.
