“Hey, let’s deal with one thing at a time. If it turns out that your mother’s cause of death was rat poison, then we’ll deal with it. You were a minor at the time. Remember?” He ran his hands up and down her arms.
She nodded. “I’m tired…” She shook her head, remembering Hailey’s words the night before. “We’re tired of running. See what you can find out. Either way, I’ll deal with it.”
“We’ll deal with it.” He brushed his lips across hers. “Now, how about we heat up the food and eat it downstairs while we watch a movie?”
She smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”
While he heated up their food again, she shot a text to Hailey and told her that she’d be home late.
“Don’t worry, sis,” Hailey replied quickly. “I’m going to be home late too.”
Then they headed downstairs, each carrying a plate of food and their wine glasses. Nick had the rest of the bottle tucked under his arm.
They watched a romantic comedy and laughed through the entire thing as they ate. Her sides hurt from laughing, and her mood had lightened a million degrees by the end of the evening.
Nick turned off the movie when it was over and wrapped his arm around her.
“This is the part where I hope we spend the next hour on the sofa necking.” He raised his eyebrows at her.
Smiling, she lifted up and straddled his hips. Her hands went into his hair as she ran her eyes over his face.
“I can do you one better,” she said as she kissed him and moved over him. “I may not have been old enough to strip, but that didn’t mean I didn’t learn a few tricks.” She raised her eyebrows back at him.
“Hell,” Nick groaned as she slowly removed her shirt while gyrating on his hips. She could feel him grow hard against her and smiled.
“I hope you have some dollar bills ready,” she purred as she tossed her shirt away.
“Hell,” Nick groaned again, causing Harper to laugh.
She stood up and slowly gave him a private striptease show until she stood in front of him in just her bra and panties. Thankfully, she’d packed a sexy black lacy pair in hopes of getting naked with him again.
“Harper…” He started to stand up, but she pushed him back down with her foot against his chest as she smiled and slowly undid her bra.
“There’s more.” She held her bra out towards him with one finger. His eyes moved to her chest, and she saw them heat even further for her.
“Hell,” he groaned once more.
She smiled. “Is that all you can say?”
“You’re killing me,” he growled, reaching for her. In one quick swoop, she was pinned under him on the sofa. The last black lace barrier was ripped aside as his mouth covered hers. He fumbled to unzip his jeans. Then he was gloriously inside her, and her legs wrapped around him, holding him deeper than she knew was possible.
“Mine,” he whispered next to her ear when they lay tangled together, their skin and bodies cooling from the fast release.
“Mine,” she replied back.
He shifted to look down at her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She smiled as she shook her head. “Where’s my dollar?” she teased.
He chuckled, his head resting against her breasts.
“Stay tonight?” he asked, without looking up.
Her smile slipped as her fingers stilled in his hair. “I can’t.”
He sighed and nodded. “Want another shower?”
She smiled. “I won’t say no. My bag is upstairs though.”