Page 40 of The Wild Card


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“Right th—”

Releasing an exasperated sigh, Harry grabs my wrist and yanks me a few inches closer to him. “I’m not going to bite you, Nadia.” His voice lowers by my ear. “Well, at least not when we’re in the middle of a menswear shop in the heart of town.”

My stomach clenches tight again.

I tilt my chin up, I look him pointedly in the eyes. I stomp right into his personal space, even as my knees wobble beneath me and his manly shower gel fills my head. But I have a point to prove, dammit—I’m not affected by him.

“Your jacket’s too long.” I tug on the hem. “And your tie’s a crooked mess.” I wriggle the silky scrap of fabric at his throat into place. “And lose the hat.” I peel his beloved baseball cap off his head and almost whimper when a lock of his chestnut hair falls charmingly across his forehead.

Now, we’re standing so close that my skin is blazing, engulfed in the waves of heat his body emanates. His hat slips from my grasp, and I don’t know what takes over me, but I find my fingertips skimming along his cheekbone, pushing that hair away from his handsome face.

Harry sucks in a breath and his gaze sharpens to something possessive and carnal. An image flashes in my mind of him hovering above me in my bed, wearing that same expression.

My pussy sputters and strangles the fuck out of nothing.

Harry’s big hand squeezes my hip and I’m frozen in place like a tree rooted to the ground. His lips part and his breath holds and his face is lowering to mine and—oh my god—he’s about to kiss me.

My hands are on his chest, but instead of pushing him back, like I should, I’m gripping his shirt and pulling him closer.

With a knuckle on my chin, he tilts my face up. He hesitates, only long enough to search my eyes. I try to blink away my desire but I know it’s twinkling right back at him.

The voice in my head’s gone rogue.Just this once. Just this once. Kiss him just this once.

My eyelids fall closed and his mouth moves over mine in one soft, smooth sweep.

“Fuck…” he groans quietly, and that hand that was on my hip slides across my lower back, tightening around me. His other hand tenderly cups my cheek, holding me in place while his lips gently press to mine again and again.

He takes his time, like he’s memorizing the shape and feel and taste of my lips. I whimper and squirm, rubbing my body against his when he softly sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.

His erection is getting harder by the second, pressed up against my belly. Meanwhile I’m melting between the thighs, scorching desire forming a pool inside my panties.

My palms cup his jaw before traveling down to explore his strong shoulders and chest. My tongue reaches out, stroking at his top lip.

With a hungry grumble, his mouth opens against mine and our tongues touch for the first time.

That’s the spark that ignites his inner caveman. Because before I know what’s happening, both of my ass cheeks are clenched in his massive hands, his cock is throbbing against my navel and his tongue is deep in my mouth and—

“Oh, good! Your girlfriend’s here!” a perky voice rings out from over my shoulder.

I startle, breaking the kiss and jumping back from Harry like I just got zapped with a taser gun.

A beaming young woman with a measuring tape around her neck is approaching us. “You love birds! Adorable!” she says to us. “Hi, I’m Lucy.”

“Hi,” I squeak out, then I have to clear my throat. “Nadia.”

“I tried to help Harry make a selection but herefusedto decide on anything until his ‘dream girl’ showed up.” She laughs good-naturedly as she shakes my hand.

My eyes go to Harry. He’s still giving me thatI wanna cage you against the wall and fuck your brains outlook. It’s making it impossible to think straight.

“Well, here I am,” I hear myself say to the saleswoman.

Ah, shit. I probably shouldn’t have confirmed that I’m Harry’s girlfriend. Because I’m not. Of course.

My head is all muddled up right now. I cup my clammy hands over my roasting cheeks, hoping to put out the flames.

Lucy’s eyes dreamily bounce back and forth between Harry and me. “I’m not trying to be creepy, but I’m so jealous of you two I could burst. Adorable.” Then she gives the sleek black tux Harry’s wearing a top to bottom appraisal. “So do we finally have something we like?”

His blazing eyes are still on me. “What do you think, babe?” He reaches out and laces his fingers through mine.

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