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Harper’s breath catches at our flush position. “What’re you doing now?”
“Will you dance with me, Miss Harper?” I nudge my hips into hers.
She sputters and wiggles in my grasp. “Don’t try to sexualize that. It’s for students only.”
I give her an inch of slack. “You’re teaching me.”
“As Syd’s partner in the safety of my studio,” she deflects.
“Afraid you’ll fall into my arms and want to stay?”
“Not even a little bit.” But she makes no further attempt to leave my clutches.
“Then how about another lesson?” I slide my feet to do a step touch, adding a ball change for a bigger reaction.
Harper gives it to me, her jaw hanging slack. “Did you just…? What’s gotten into you?”
“Sound judgment from several sources,” I admit.
“Just like that?” She snaps her fingers.
“It’s long overdue. I’ve been blind, and stubborn.”
“You’ve been different lately,” she notes. “Why this sudden change of heart?”
Clarity washes over me in a rush. “I’m tired of fighting.”
“That’s why we agreed to stop.”
“No, I mean fighting us.”
Shadows dance across her conflicted features. I’ve been slowly steering us toward the corner that’s shrouded in darkness. It’s a false sense of privacy away from prying eyes and grinding bodies. Harper only notices my relocation methods when her ass meets the rough wall. Her gasp pulses through my chest.
“I can’t stay away from you.” My voice is gruff from the confession.
Her gaze studies mine. “You haven’t tried very hard.”
“What do you call the last six years?”
“Denial,” she exhales.
“Yeah,” I chuckle. “And I’m finally ready to admit the truth.”
Harper consumes my senses. I watch her breasts rise and fall as she assesses me. Her heartbeat drums above the buzz in the background. The curve at her hip fills my palm, her thighs tucked between mine. Her intoxicating scent swirls in the air until she’s breath in my lungs. A phantom drop of tangy honey hits my tongue, the memory still rich enough to taste. She’s my anchor to this moment and battles the chaotic tide of our past.
The guard I once slammed down against her falls into a useless heap. I feel desperate for her in a way I can’t comprehend. This conviction thrumming through me is absolute, an insistence that won’t be deterred.
I dip my face until our noses bump. Reckless decisions barrel through my mind. “Tell me I’m not alone in this madness.”
Her throat works with a gulp. “I don’t want to be a complication.”
“You’re not, Pitch. If anything, you’re the missing piece.”
“Since when?” Our conversation at the coffee shop seems to replay in her mind.
“It’s all been a lie. Let me show you.” My hand roams upward to cup her cheek.
“I can’t do this with you.” But the protest is weak.
