Stealing Harper(6)

“What are you doing?” she hissed.

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t get in here with me!”

So innocent. I laughed softly, but inside I was terrified she would actually ask me to leave, “It’s my bed, I’m sure I can do what I want.”

Without another word, her half of the covers were flipped onto me, and the weight left her side of the bed. Her side? No . . . the side she was on. She doesn’t have a side. This is just for tonight, right?

“Get back in the bed, Princess.”

She scoffed, and I sighed. Snarky, sweet, and stubborn as shit. God, I wanted her. I rolled off the bed and picked her up off the ground.

“Oh my word! Put me down!”

With pleasure, Princess. I dropped her onto the bed and crawled over her body, trying to stifle my groan when I felt her body press against mine.

“Chase! No!”

“Calm down, I’ll stay on my side. We can even put a pillow between us if it’ll make you feel better.” I was serious. With the hard-on I was sporting again, I needed a brick wall between us.

She scooted as far from me as the bed would allow, and I forced myself not to pull her back to me. “I swear, if you touch me, I’ll go Lorena Bobbitt on you.”

Lorena Bobbitt? Why does that sound—oh my God, the lady that chopped off her husband’s dick? I busted out laughing and put my pillow over my face. “Oh my God! Princess! You’re my new favorite!” That’s it, that comment right there, and it was sealed. I would do anything to have this beautiful gray-eyed princess lying next to me, as mine.

“That wasn’t a joke.”

I moved closer and let the tips of my fingers trail up her slender arm. Could she hear how hard my heart started pounding at just being able to touch her? “One of these days, you’ll be begging for me to touch you.”

“I’m serious, Chase. I’m not like all those girls I saw you with tonight.”

“That’s an understatement.” God, I wish she hadn’t seen any of that, and she didn’t even know the half of it. “Get some sleep, Princess, I’ll see you in the morning.”





Chapter Two



I VAGUELY REGISTERED a subtle vanilla scent and a small, warm body curled up in mine. That was seconds before I felt it shoot out from under my arms, and I swear I stopped breathing. Did I forget to lock my door? Did I get that wasted last night that I let a girl in here?

“Son of a bitch, what the fuck are you—” Oh good God. Harper. Was she this beautiful last night? “Jesus, Princess! You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought I had a girl in here.” I fell back onto my pillow and ran my hands over my face. I wish I had remembered I’d had her in here; I would’ve made sure she stayed in my arms.

“Chase?”

“Hmm?”

“Sorry you didn’t seem to notice, but I am a girl.”

Thank God for that, or I’d have had to question my manhood. “I noticed last night, trust me.” She just kept staring at me with those wide eyes, clearly confused. Damn she was cute. “I meant, I thought I let a girl stay the night with me.”

“Uh . . . ?”

“Someone I’d been with, Princess. I thought I banged a girl and let her stay here.”

“Oh.” Her face twisted, and a hint of that disgust from last night was there again.

“Sorry. Is that too much for your PG ears?”

“No, I just don’t understand why that would be a bad thing.”

Of course you don’t because you’re innocent . . . and perfect. I sighed; she was perfect. Which meant I didn’t have a chance in hell with her. Princesses need a Prince Charming, not a nightmare of a guy. “Girls I screw around with aren’t allowed to come in my room, let alone stay the night. This is the only place that is mine, and I’m not about to share it with them.”

“So you sleep with women, then make them leave?”

Good girl, keep looking at me like you can’t stand to be near me. You need to run far away, so I can’t catch you. Because if I get you, I’m keeping you, and you deserve so much better. “No, I screw women . . . and then make them leave.”

She recoiled and shook her head at me as she turned toward the door. “You’re a pig.”

I laughed softly. Yeah . . . and for the first time in my life, hearing that come from a girl actually bothered me.

As soon as she shut the door, my smirk disappeared, and I continued to stare at where she’d just been. Whatever the fuck this is, it isn’t normal. I didn’t fall for girls like this . . . ever. Especially after only one innocent look and a bitchy comment. So why was she doing this to me? Why was I wanting to pull her close but having the ridiculous urge to push her as far from me as possible. And it wasn’t for me—not at all—I wanted to keep her away from me for her. God, why am I still thinking about her at all?