One time with him would never be enough.
A smile spread wide across his face and his gaze now smoldered. “Yes, ma’am. It’s time for heat number one.”
Her pulse soared, and need took over. Harper glided her hands up over his shoulders, and apparently this was okay with him because he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed the rest of her senses into oblivion.
This kiss was hotter, hungrier, and more potent now that they’d dropped all their barriers. She moaned and did that climbing thing again, to which he automatically cupped her bottom and lifted while she wrapped her legs around his waist.
It felt amazing, and the effortless way he carried her only upped her desire for the former SEAL.
Without breaking the kiss, he turned them around andwalked to the kitchen table where he set her down. Her blood heated further at the action. The lack of air ended the kiss, but not their touching or feeling.
“What if we break the table?” she asked, tugging his shirt up over his abs.
He grasped the hem of his shirt and helped, ripping it up and off, stealing her breath with the sexy move. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. Muscles and ridges beckoned.
“Doesn’t matter,” he stated. “You’re building me a new one.”
True.
Cas leaned closer. “But I’d be happy to carry you to my room, if you’d prefer.”
Harper’s heart rocked hard against her ribs as several naughty thoughts raced through her head at once. She swallowed and shook her head. “Maybe later. I’ve never, uh, used a table for…”
He smiled that sexy grin of his and placed his hands on her knees. “That’s about to change right now.”
Unable to keep her hands to herself, she ran them all over his broad chest and each individual ridge of his glorious abs. Damn, he was so lean and ripped, he looked good enough to eat.
So she leaned forward and licked and nipped while her hands continued to explore all he’d exposed, delighting in his heavy breathing and the way his hands tightened on her legs as he let her have her way.
“Done yet?” he asked, voice strained.
She shook her head. “Almost,” she replied before licking one of his nipples.
His control snapped at that, and with a grunt, he grabbed the back of her head while his mouth came down on hers, devouring, plunging, demanding, until she shook with so much need, she couldn’t think straight.
Then his hands were on her, grasping the bottom of hershirt, and she eagerly held her arms up and he immediately tugged it up and off, brushing his knuckles across her breasts along the way. She wanted his whole hand there. And his mouth. Definitely his mouth. He tossed her shirt near his on the floor before he tugged the straps of her bra down her arms until she sprang free.
He inhaled. “You’re so perfect, Harper.”
Her body shivered under the heat of his gaze.
A second later, his mouth was on her collarbone, her breast, a nipple, and when he caught the other between his thumb and finger and squeezed, she cried out and arched into him.
She’d never felt such a pull before. Alex had been a great, at least to her young, inexperienced mind. They’d only slept together a handful of times, but he’d never touched her so lingeringly or greedily.
When Cas lifted his head, his eyes were dark and practically glowing as he took her mouth again. The erotic sweeping of his tongue while his hand tweaked her nipple had her heart hammering hard in her chest, but when the other strayed further south to stroke between her legs, she moaned against his lips, then tensed briefly when her heated skin met the table surface as he gently pressed her onto her back.
He pulled away and stared down at her. “Gorgeous,” he said, his gaze smoldering. “But not quite perfect. You’ve got on too many clothes.”
Chapter Twelve
By the time Harper kicked off her sandals, Cas had her jeans undone and was tugging them down her legs, his fingers strong, fingers sure, and startlingly efficient as he discarded them with ease.
His gaze was dark and hot and zeroed in on her blue silk panties. “Nice, but they aren’t staying.” Hooking both sides with his forefingers, he slowly tugged them down her legs until they joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.
Unexpectedly self-conscious, she swallowed, and her face heated. She was spread out like a buffet on his kitchen table.
“Harper…my God, you’re so damn beautiful,” he breathed, his gaze slowly running up her body and back down again, appreciation and hunger mixing to smolder in his whiskey-colored eyes.
