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“What does your week look like?” she asked.
Harper set his drink down then grabbed the legs of her stool. The move put his face even with her chest, but he just grinned up at her, fully aware of what he was doing. He pulled her across the polished concrete floor so that his legs were on either side of hers. “Right now? A lot of waiting to hear from you.”
Give me strength…
She brought her mug to her lips and tipped it up, drinking several large gulps of the barely too hot liquid. Harper watched her every move. There was no fading into the background or getting lost in her thoughts around him. He was constantly aware of her. Even during dinner he’d reached for her hand under the table or bumped her foot with his.
Robin set the mug down. Then she slid to her feet, grateful that these particular spikey heels gave her plenty of height. The close proximity of their chairs meant she was standing within a hair’s breadth of his body.
She lifted a hand, trailing her fingers up the lapel of his jacket to his neck then his cheek. He watched her the whole time, that playful, secretive smile of his giving nothing away.
His gaze dipped to her mouth.
“Careful,” he muttered.
“Or what?” she whispered back.
“I might forget to be a gentleman.”
Visions of entwined limbs flitted through her mind.
“What if I might enjoy that?” she countered.
“No might about it…” His hand slid down her shoulder to the small of her back. He spread his fingers wide and tugged her a little closer so that their bodies pressed together and his nose almost bumped hers. “You’d enjoy it, I promise.”
“Prove it,” she purred at him despite the thrumming of her heart.
Robin didn’t know who she was right now. This sensual, flirty woman was not her, but she wanted to be this person.
Harper stood and turned, pinning her to the bar with his body caging her. With the heels, she was able to look him directly in the eyes for a change. But that also meant she couldn’t get away from the intensity of his gaze.
He leaned in, pressing his chest and hips to hers. His hands came up, and he lightly touched his fingertips to her cheek and neck on either side, as if he were holding her in place oh so tenderly. And then he dipped his head.
She stopped breathing and held perfectly still, afraid to break the moment.
Harper’s lips caressed hers in a light, teasing kiss. Just when she was about to groan in frustration, he pressed closer, deepening the kiss. His fingers curled into her hair, tilting her head a bit to the left. Her very knees went weak, and she clutched his shoulders to stay on her feet.
“How’s that?” he said against her lips.
“Hm?”
“Did you enjoy that?”
Very much yes, but she couldn’t say that, could she?
She licked her lips, keenly aware of the tremors shaking her body. “I don’t know. Was that the appetizer?”
He grinned at her while his eyes seemed to burn with lust. “We’re just getting started.”
Was that a promise?
She hoped so.
Harper cupped the back of her head. His gaze bored into her, and the heat flared inside of her as if answering him.
What was this? Why did this feel different?
Robin was far from a virgin, and yet the way her body trembled and yearned for him was completely new. It was like she’d never known lust before this moment.
