“What’s going on?” I breathed, my body still leaning toward her, my erection in full effect.
She looked past me briefly, then back to meet my gaze. “Um…you’re…it's um…” she swallowed and squeezed her eyes shut.
“Hey,” I lifted her chin.
Her eyes flew open and dipped to the bulge through the thin fabric pointing at her. She gasped. “Oh.”
“Yeah, I would think if that didn’t happen, you should be worried.”
She released a breathy laugh and it was too cute not to make me smile. “Right. Of course.”
“Is something wrong?” I asked. Having no way of settling my dick, I stepped back a fraction to give her some room.
“N-Not at all,” Harper shook her head vigorously before pulling me back against her.
The urgency in her lips and body language was unsettling. And I wondered if she was afraid she’d change her mind. If there was any chance of that, I needed to stop.
I pulled back and looked at her, swiping locks of her golden hair off her face. Her eyes lifting slowly to meet mine—only because she knew I was waiting.
It took a minute to register all the possible reasons she was holding back. But based on what she was fighting, only one made sense.
“You haven’t been with anyone.” I didn’t bother posing it as a question. The answer was obvious.
She shook her head.
I released a breath, frustration aimed at one aching part of my body that wouldn’t understand that nothing could happen tonight.
She looked utterly humiliated and I laughed, brushing my hands along my face.
“What’s so funny?”
“This explains why you freaked that night in the bathroom stall.” I raised a brow.
She blushed and shoved at my bare chest, a grin finally touching her lips.
“You’re afraid of it—”
“I’m not afraid of anything,” her response was quick and sharp.
“Oh you should be.”
She laughed. “And why is that?”
“I’m a tall guy.” I doubted I needed to say much more.
“You think you’ll break me?”
The smirk withered from my face. “Not in a way you’re not going to like.”
She pressed her lips together. Her body language shifting and shying away.
“Relax...nothing is going to happen tonight.” I smirked and backed up off her.
She frowned and jumped off the dresser, moving past me toward my bed. “Was it something I said?”
I fucking can’t with this woman. “Harper.”
She waited for me at my bedside, her chest rising slightly above her red laced bra. I took small strides toward her, watching for signs that I was making her nervous. But she was steady as a rock, even by the time I reached her.
