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Which they seemed to do, without any encouragement on his part. If she didn't stop looking at him like that he might get a freaking boner and that probably wouldn't be good. “Were you in . . . bed?”

The provocative way she just said it made him aware of her close proximity. How her hands tugged on the ends of the belt wrapped tight around her waist. The hollow of her throat was exposed, as was a bit of her chest. She looked practically naked under that coat.

Hmm.

“No, I wasn't in bed.” He paused, wondering what the hell she was up to. Whatever it was, he could appreciate the way she was staring at him, and he was damn thankful she'd come by. He figured he'd blown it for good with Harper. “You want to come in?”

“I would love to.” She smiled and he stepped out of her way, the scent of her surrounding him as she walked by. He shut and locked the door and followed her as she moved deeper into the living room. Grabbing the remote from the side table, he turned off the TV, the sudden silence amplifying every move she made.

“So I have a proposition for you,” she said, turning to face him once more. “One I'm hoping you'll agree to.”

In the hushed quiet of his house, she looked a little less sure, a little more nervous. A lot more like the Harper he knew. He wanted to reach out and reassure her, but he also wanted to hear what she had to say first.

“Really?” He rested his hands on his hips, noting the way her gaze dropped to linger on his stomach. He felt downright exposed, what with the way she studied him. Not that he minded. “What is it?”

She bit her lower lip as she contemplated him, her straight white teeth a bold contrast to the deep red coating her lips. “Last night, when we talked, you said you weren't boyfriend material.”

He winced. Did he really need a reminder of the stupid things he'd said?

“And I told you I wasn't looking for a relationship, which is true. I don't want one. But I do want
something
from you, West.” She reached for the coat belt, slowly undoing it. “I'm hoping you want the same thing.”

Oh, shit. He was fairly certain he knew what was about to happen. She'd shed the coat and—he hoped—she would be wearing nothing much underneath. And if she was asking for uncomplicated sex, could he give her that? Did he want to give her that?

She bent her head and undid the belt, letting it fall to the floor. Glancing up at him, she didn't smile, didn't say anything. Just held his gaze while her fingers moved over the few buttons keeping the coat together, until the last button was undone and the coat fell open. Revealing that she wore nothing but the smallest scrap of black lacy panties he'd ever had the honor of seeing.

He broke out into an immediate sweat. Yeah. He'd give her whatever she wanted, no questions asked.

“Sit down, West,” she demanded and he did, practically falling backward onto the couch, his hands gripping his knees. He told himself to calm the hell down, but the quick mental reassurance was no help. He had an erection just from seeing her like this, watching her move toward him with pure determination in her every step as she shrugged out of the coat so it fell onto the floor in a crumpled heap.

She pushed his hands away from his knees and straddled his thighs, her bare breasts in his face, hard, rosy pink nipples a complete temptation. Ignoring them, he tilted his head back, blinking up at her as she smiled down at him, shaking her head so her hair tumbled all to one side.

“Like what you see?” she asked, her voice husky. Sexy.

So unbelievably sexy he couldn't believe this was happening. How'd he get so fucking lucky?

“I definitely like what I see,” he said, his gaze . . . everywhere. He didn't know what to look at first. Her face? Her breasts? Those slender legs straddling him, the lace panties and what lay beneath? Christ, she was trying to kill him. Slay him dead.

It was working.

Harper rested her hands on his shoulders, her fingers tracing the artwork that covered his skin. She drew closer, her hair trailing over his bare skin, and bent her head so her mouth was by his ear. “You should touch me, West. Touch me wherever you want.”

Ah, fuck.
Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips together when she kissed his neck, her hot, damp lips driving him insane. Her hands slid down his chest, her hips shifted forward, and he swallowed hard, desperate to keep his shit together.

He settled his unsteady hands on her hips, slipping his fingers underneath the thin lace. She went still beneath his palms, her warm breath fluttering against his neck. Spreading his fingers wide, he slid them over her soft, plump ass, pulling her in closer. So she could feel exactly what she was doing to him.

“Despite your worry last night, I can handle uncomplicated. I can be whatever you want me to be,” she whispered against his throat, her lips tickling his skin.

Yeah. This was probably a huge mistake. But he was beyond the point of thinking or worrying about mistakes. His control was this close to snapping completely. Her hair was in his face, her mouth on his neck, her ass in his hands. She surrounded him, soft fragrant scent and panting breaths and trembling skin. They were both close enough to naked that it didn't take much imagination to figure out what it would feel like, to have Harper bare and in his arms.

“You feel so good,” she whispered as she lifted up so she hovered above him, her hands settling on his cheeks. He tilted his head back as she moved in, her mouth landing on his as she kissed him. Devoured him.

He let her take control, content in the taste of her, the feel of her. Where had this bold version of Harper come from? He wasn't complaining. This was the push he needed. For whatever reason, this woman made him nervous. Hesitant. Unsure. He kept blaming it on their past, on their friendship, but maybe it was something more.

Maybe it was because he cared about her too damn much. He didn't want to hurt her. Didn't want to ruin their friendship. For once in his damn life, he wasn't being completely selfish when it came to sex. He worried about her.

West wanted to make her happy. Leave her satisfied. Any other woman, he would've taken over by now. Taken command of the kiss, of the entire situation. Hell, he'd probably be inside her already, or at least with a condom in hand and his intent clear.

But now, in this moment with Harper, he wanted to savor her. Let her draw it out and get what she wanted from him before he took over and demanded what he needed from her.

Her tongue tangled with his, her hands clutching his face, the little whimpering sounds in the back of her throat making him want to pull her hair and kiss her deeper. But he didn't. He kept his hands on her ass, fingers tugging and pulling at the flimsy fabric of her panties, brushing against her sensitive, rarely touched skin. She shivered beneath his hands, breaking the kiss so she could take a breath, and he stared up at her, watching as she took deep breaths, the way her breasts moved, her nipples like hard little points, beckoning him.

Giving in to the urge, he leaned forward and licked one, making her gasp. Drew it into his mouth and sucked, making her moan. She tasted sweet. Her lower body squirmed against his, driving him out of his fucking mind, and he went still. Tried to count to five and get his bearings, get his shit under control.

But it was no use. She pushed and pushed, what with the way she writhed against him, her delicious nipples and sexy sounds. He shredded her panties, tearing them from her body so they clung to his hands, little bits of ruined black lace. He dropped them to the floor and gripped her hips, his fingers pressing into her skin. He could smell her arousal, knew that she was wet, wet for
him
, and that was fucking it.

His control snapped, leaving him completely.

H
ARPER
'
S PANTIES WERE
gone. Torn to shreds by West's hands, all while he sucked and licked her nipples. Talk about hot. She'd never had a man do something like that to her before.

It was . . .

Awesome.

The way he'd watched her so hungrily when she got rid of the coat, when she sat on top of him and told him to touch her . . . she'd never felt so powerful before. And he'd done everything she'd asked, even more than what she asked for.

But the power had switched and he'd taken over. Somehow, she ended up on her back on the couch, West's hips between her legs, his mouth on her chest as he rained kisses all over her skin. She buried her hands in his thick hair, clutching him close, moaning when he licked and sucked her nipples, her legs wrapping around his hips.

She could feel his erection nestled firmly between her legs and um, wow. He was huge. They were probably moving too fast. Way too fast. But she didn't care. She wanted West, any way she could get him.

“Christ you taste good,” he murmured against her chest. He shifted downward, his mouth running across her stomach, drawing closer and closer to that throbbing spot between her legs. She didn't think she was ready for that and she tugged on his hair, trying to bring him up to her mouth so she could kiss him.

He got the hint and moved so they were face-to-face, lips to lips. He kissed her, his hand sliding down her belly, settling between her legs. She gasped at his first brazen touch, the way his assured fingers slipped between her folds, searching. Teasing, Finding her clit, circling it, his mouth locked with hers, his tongue sweeping.

She was close already. Embarrassingly close. It was like he understood her body, knew exactly what she needed to get off. The few men she'd been with had needed an instructional manual and a map and they still hadn't been that great at finding the necessary parts to ensure she'd experience an orgasm. Her coming was usually such an afterthought that she'd become quite the expert at taking care of herself.

“Oh, God.” She tore her mouth from his, needing to catch her breath and concentrate on the feel of his fingers moving between her thighs. She sucked in a breath, and her lips parted as she felt the familiar tug and pull low in her belly. This was all happening so fast. When she'd put the plan together with Delilah earlier, she wasn't sure how West would respond.

Worse, she'd wondered if she could even go through with it.

Thank goodness she'd dug up some of that buried courage. Look at her now.

“You gonna come, Harper?” His voice was pure intent. Pure sex. A shudder moved through her and he whispered again, his mouth against her cheek. “I want to make you come, baby. Are you close?”

She nodded, too overcome to speak.

“Tell me where to touch you to make you fall apart.” His voice went even deeper, if that was possible. He slid one finger inside her body, and she stiffened, sucking in a breath. “You like that?”

“Yesss.” She lifted her hips, bit her lip when he sunk another finger inside her body. “More,” she whimpered. “Faster.”

“That's my girl.” He increased his pace, thrusting his fingers inside her welcoming body, drawing her closer and closer to that delicious edge. She liked what he said to her, how he encouraged her to ask for what she wanted. And she wanted to ask for more, beg for it, but she was still feeling a little shy.

Which was absolutely ridiculous, considering she was completely naked and his fingers were between her legs while he was urging her to come.

He removed his hand and her eyes flashed open, watching as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them. “You taste fucking unbelievable,” he murmured and she was filled with the desperate urge to shove his face between her legs so she could feel his tongue lick her there.
Oh, God, that would feel amazing.
Forget being shy. Forget worrying over what he might see down there.

She wanted him to lick her straight to oblivion.

“West.” She felt restless. Needy. Her voice was soft. Thin. He looked at her like he knew exactly what she wanted.

Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, he smiled at her. “You want me to go down on you?”

Her cheeks were warm. Her entire body was hot. She nodded and he kissed her again, his tongue pushing inside her mouth for a too-quick moment.

Then he moved down. Farther. Farther . . .

Until his hands were spreading her thighs wide and he ran his tongue over her sex, licking her everywhere. She arched into his mouth, a shaky moan escaping her when he added two fingers, pushing them deep inside her. She was so close. So incredibly close to coming and she strained beneath his ministrations, her entire body shaking as she sought her release.

“Relax,” he murmured against her, his hands sliding beneath her butt and holding her close. “Just let it happen, baby.”

She closed her eyes and did exactly what he requested. She slowly went lax, concentrating on the feel of him, his fingers curling inside her body as he circled her clit with his tongue. Reaching out, she touched his hair, speared her fingers through the silky softness, felt him whisper against her flesh. God, she was wet, so wet, but he didn't seem to care. No, he seemed to like it. He sucked her clit between his lips, thrusting his fingers faster and she was done for.

A cry fell from her lips as she shattered completely. Her entire body shook with orgasm and he never let up, his mouth still working her sex, his fingers still moving inside her body. She clutched at his hair, arched into his face and still he kept on, until finally she had to practically push him away to make him stop.

“Sorry,” she said after he rose up to pull her into his arms. “I was a little sensitive.”

He kissed her forehead. “That was fucking hot,” was all he said. He slipped his fingers beneath her chin, tilted her face up, and kissed her.

She didn't flinch at the taste of herself on his lips. He opened his mouth wide, the kiss turning carnal. Sloppy. They rolled around as best they could on the narrow couch until finally he broke the kiss first, whispering against her lips, “Do you have a condom?”

“In my trench coat pocket,” she whispered back, surprised that he didn't have any.

He slid off the couch and went to the trench coat that lay crumpled on the floor, pulling the handful of condoms she'd shoved into her pocket before she left her house. Condoms that Delilah had dumped into her purse at her house, where Harper had borrowed the heels and the trench.

Heels that she'd kicked off at some point during this incredibly amazing interlude with West. Appearing at his front door wearing nothing but a pair of panties beneath a borrowed coat was definitely well-thought-out encouragement.

And now they were going to take it one step further. Anticipation made butterflies flutter madly in her stomach and she bit her lower lip, pushing her hair out of her face as she watched him stride toward her, still wearing the basketball shorts, his erection creating a very aggressive tent in the front of them.

“Brought enough?” he asked, flashing the three condom wrappers at her with a smile. He deposited two of them on the side table, his hands going to the waistband of his shorts. She sat up quickly, batting his hands away.

“Let me,” she murmured, her mouth literally watering at seeing him naked for the first time.

He stood in front of her, completely still as she curled her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, her knuckles brushing against his bare skin and making him shiver. She tipped her head back, staring up at him, and she hoped she looked sexy and not a complete mess. He was beyond sexy—fierce and gorgeous, with the tattoos covering his upper body, making her curious. Why those particular tattoos? And why so many? She knew he'd always been a bit of a rebel growing up, but now he just looked like a badass.

A badass she was about to strip completely naked.

Her heart still beat erratically, making her breath come rapidly, and she tore her gaze from his at the same time she pulled his shorts down. Past his hips, past his very thick cock, until they fell to his feet and he kicked them off, his erection bobbing with the movement.

Licking her lips, she touched his hard thigh, running her fingers up until she curled them around the base of his cock. He groaned, his hand going to the side of her head, fingers sliding into her hair. She dropped a kiss to the very tip of him, marveling at the arousal she felt coursing through her veins, at how quickly she became wet again between her legs. Blowjobs were usually something she did as an obligation, an act she performed in hopes of a returned favor.

And it was something she always had to work up to. Going down on someone was so intimate, at least it was to her. But maybe it helped that she'd known West for so long. She trusted him.

That was huge.

Harper wrapped her lips around the very tip of his erection, tasting him. Licking the head, drawing her tongue down the length of him, then back up.

“You suck my cock between your lips and I'll blow,” he said from between gritted teeth. “It'll all be over.”

She pulled away from him slightly and smiled, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she stared up at him. “That's okay. Maybe you could come all over my chest?” Oh, that sounded amazing. No one had ever done that to her before. She always thought it was too dirty, even sometimes too degrading an act for her to actually you know . . . want.

But she did want it. With West. From the look on his face, he wanted it too.

“Jesus, Harper.” He squeezed his eyes shut, the muscles in his neck and jaw strained. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, he slowly opened his eyes, their blue depths glowing with unbridled arousal. “We'll do that later, okay? I promise. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

He gave her no chance to argue. Just took right over, pressing her against the couch, fumbling with the condom as he tore the wrapper from it. He rolled the ring of rubber onto the head of his cock, sheathing himself, and she watched in fascination, thankful they'd left the lights on. West's body was a thing of masculine beauty and when he drew closer, she ran her hands over his chest, tracing her fingers through the dark hair between his pecs, along the tattoos that covered his skin. He was hot and hard and leanly muscular. Strong and capable and sexy. She felt like she just hit the sex lottery.

And they'd only just gotten started.

H
ARPER MADE HIM
a nervous, fumbling mess. Just watching her kiss and lick his dick had almost sent him straight over the edge. West knew if she would've sucked him into that sweet mouth of hers, he would've blown his wad in seconds. He had to stop her, no matter how much he regretted it.

And when she'd mentioned him coming on her tits? Fucking forget it. It was all he could see, all he could
still
see. Fisting his cock, his semen splattering all over her smooth skin, dripping off her nipples. The filthiest scene he could imagine and it was with Harper. Sweet little Harper Hill. Fuck.

Just . . . fuck.

He almost screwed up getting the condom on too. Being with Harper made him feel young. Eager. Capable of doing anything, saying anything, being whatever she wanted. She watched him closely, with adoration in her eyes, like he could solve world peace and make her come, all in one swoop. He felt like he could do that too. Being in Harper's arms, kissing her, his face in her pussy, whatever, wherever . . . when he was with her, he felt like he could conquer the damn world.

And that was heady stuff.

“How do you like it?” he asked, causing her head to jerk up, her startled gaze meeting his. “You want me on top or you on top?”

She contemplated his questions, her teeth sinking into her swollen lower lip. Her lipstick had faded, leaving behind a faint red smudge, and it made her look even sexier, if that was possible.

He had a distinct feeling that her past sexual partners hadn't discussed logistics much. Harper seemed to enjoy considering what she wanted to do with him. To him. He liked giving her the option as well.

This first time around, at least. Next time, it was all on him. He would choose what they were going to do.

And she would fucking love every minute of it.

“I want to be on top,” she finally said, her voice soft, her eyes glowing. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of him, so he was sitting and she straddled him once again, his cock rising up between them, eager to get this party started. “Oh, I've never done it like this before,” she admitted.

West frowned. Really? Then who the hell was this woman screwing, because they needed to get a freaking imagination.

Or maybe they didn't. He could show her how to do this. How to have fun. How to experiment. How to get as dirty and crazy as they wanted to be since it really didn't matter because they were doing it together.

“You're going to like it,” he said as he rested his hands on her hips. “With you on top, I'll go extra deep.”

Her gaze flared with heat at his words. She liked it when he talked, too, and he was holding himself back, not even letting the dirty words fly like he usually did.

He pulled her on top of him, grasping the base of his dick with one hand and guiding toward her entry. He pushed inside her hot, wet depths, both hands gripping her hips once more, and she slung her head back, her eyes sliding closed as she sank all the way down the length of his cock. Until he was fully embedded, throbbing deep inside her.

“Oh.”
She kept her head thrown back, her tongue coming out to lick her lips, and he watched her in complete silent fascination. Her body bowed forward, her chest thrust toward him, pretty pink nipples begging for a lick, a suck. He released a shaky breath, trying to keep it together, but it was damn hard.

She was so beautiful, so sexy and so fucking real. He'd put this moment off for days. Hell, for years. That one amazing night when they'd kissed all those years ago, he'd known it would be good between them. That they would just naturally fit. From the first moment he saw her after arriving back in Wildwood, he'd had the same feeling again. It would be so good between them. The attraction was there. The spark, the heat, the trust, the friendship they shared burned brighter than ever.