Pretend You're Mine(47)

“The lights are on. They can see us,” Harper whispered. Her eyes danced and he knew she would let him do anything regardless of audience.

Wordlessly he dragged her into the darkened dining room and almost tripped over the table that he forgot he bought. He caged her between his arms against the table.

“I think I’ve earned a kiss for tonight.”

He read hot lust in her gaze. “I think we can start with a kiss,” she said in a breathy whisper.

Luke stayed where he was and let her make the move.

She put her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, her breasts gently rubbing against his chest. She slowly closed the distance between their lips.

He was determined to keep it playful, sweet. But as soon as she bit his bottom lip, all gentleness was forgotten. He growled as she sucked it into her mouth.

Luke grabbed her hand and pressed it against his erection.

“Get rid of them, baby.”

She laughed against his mouth and he almost took her there on the table. The way she responded to him took him closer and closer to the line.

After another scorching kiss, he pried her hands off of him and took a step back.

He sighed. “We’d better get back out there.”

Harper licked her lip and sighed. “Whose idea was it to have people over tonight?”

He smacked her on the ass and put his hands on her shoulders. She smelled like sunshine and fire. He guided her back to the kitchen. “If you’re done attacking me, I’ll grab the beers.”

“I don’t plan to be done attacking you any time soon, captain.” She winked before sneaking a peek out the window. Aldo had taken the chair she vacated and was sitting next to Gloria. Harper smiled.

“Why are you looking so smug?” Luke demanded, coming up behind her.

“Just spying on Aldo to see if he’s worked up the courage to tell Gloria how much he likes her.”

“Aldo and Gloria?” Luke snorted. “Baby, the day Aldo settles down is the day hell freezes over, pigs fly, and I go vegetarian. Don’t get your hopes up.”

“I’ll take that bet.”

Luke dropped a kiss on her neck. “Deal. When Aldo and Gloria get married, I’ll go vegetarian.”





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


Their guests left late that evening with Luke practically shoving them out the door. Aldo was on the front porch, offering to give Gloria a ride home, when Luke shut and locked the front door behind them.

It made Harper tingle with the thought that he wanted to have her alone so badly. Luke pushed her back against the door and kissed her with a heat that scorched. “We’ll clean up the kitchen tomorrow,” he decided.

Harper nodded. “Definitely.”

“Shower?”

“Yes, please.”

He dragged her, laughing, upstairs to the bathroom and turned on the water.

Luke pulled his shirt over his head while Harper pretended not to watch. When he slid his jeans down his muscular thighs, she wet her lips. His underwear clung to the bulge between his legs.

“What?” he demanded.

“I was just wondering how it’s physically possible for a human being to be so perfectly formed.” She stepped forward to trail her fingers over his chest.

Luke smirked and stilled her hand on his skin. “I was wondering how it’s physically possible for you to still have all your clothes on.”

Harper pulled off her sweatshirt and tossed it at him. Her shorts came next. The second her bra hit the floor, Luke was dragging her into the steaming water.

They stroked and played, raining wet kisses on slick skin.

Luke moved behind her and squeezed her shampoo into his hand. Harper let him work his strong fingers through her hair under the spray.

He lifted her wet tresses from her back, lips brushing the nape of her neck. Goose bumps cropped up even under the heat of the water.

She turned in his arms, letting the water cascade down her back. “My turn,” she said, nipping his lower lip with her teeth.

He let her lather him with body wash. Harper took her time, smoothing her hands across his chest and across his stomach. His cock twitched the closer her strokes came to it. He dropped his forehead to hers. “Baby, you drive me crazy.”

Harper gripped his shaft in her soapy hand. “Right back at you. Put your hands on the wall,” she whispered.

He hesitated and she slid her hands lower to cup his heavy sack. “Please, Luke?”

When he finally did as she asked, she sank to her knees under the spray of the showerhead.

“Harper.”

She didn’t bother hiding her triumphant smile before she took him into her mouth.

Luke swore and Harper slid her lips further down his shaft. Resting her hands on his thighs, she could feel the tension running through his body.