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“Good.” He pressed a kiss to her temple then carefully gathered her closer before turning away from the mirror.
Robin was too drained to feel self-conscious or care that she was wrapped around him like a monkey in a tree.
Harper laid her down on the bed, their bodies still joined. He leaned in and kissed her while grinding his hips to hers. She whimpered as a new wave of sensation raced across already sensitized nerves.
“You need a minute?” he asked.
“I’m sorry?”
Harper eased out of her only to push back in.
Her eyes opened wide but not wider than his grin.
“We’re just getting started, princess…”
Chapter Five
Thursday.Harper’sSafeHouse,New Orleans, LA.
Harper drifted, not yet ready to be fully awake. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been able to just lie in bed, comfortable and relaxed. After the last place he’d called home had been broken into and a guy tried to kill him, he always felt on edge in this between stage. But not now.
He shifted, drawing closer to the warmth next to him.
“Oh, crap!” A hand shoved him away. “No. No. No!”
Harper sat up before he was actually awake. His eyelids wanted to stick to his eyeballs like plastic wrap.
“What…?” He squinted at the figure darting around the foot of his bed.
Robin.
Right.
Last night.
The job.
“What’s wrong?” He shook his head, dispelling the lingering grogginess.
Robin was nothing more than a bit of darker shadow moving about the room. She turned left then right, her movements frantic and lost. “I fell asleep. I didn’t go home.”
He reached over and turned on the lamp. “It’s okay. I’ll get you home.”
She clutched what looked like his T-shirt to her chest and groaned. The material covered all the important bits, but he had a very good memory and he’d been thorough last night. “That’s not the point.”
He stood and grabbed a pair of clean underwear from a stack of laundry on top of the dresser. “Relax.”
“I can’t,” she snapped. Robin winced and covered her face with a hand. “Sorry, it’s just…”
His still sleepy head wasn’t firing all cylinders, but it didn’t take much to lay it all out there. “Let me guess, nice, Muslim family expects their daughter home at a reasonable hour?”
She let the hand drop to her side. “Yes. Though calling us a Muslim family is kind of a stretch. After I went to boarding school all of that was just something Dad did.”
He snagged sweatpants off the foot of the bed, which meant the shirt Robin was clutching was its match. He pulled on the pants as he spoke. “Say no more. I grew up Catholic, so I get it. Your dress is hanging up in the bathroom.”
“It is?” Her face brightened in the dim light. “Thanks. I’ll call a car and—thank you.”
“Don’t bother. I’ll take you home.” He held his hand up before she could protest. This would not be his first time corrupting an otherwise good girl. He knew the drill. “I’ll pull around back and park around a corner or in another driveway so no one sees, okay?”
