Your place, Kieran wrote back.I’ll come and pick you up.
No pressure to wear something sexy and I was willing to bet he wouldn’t beep his horn, expecting me to come running. I finished up my lunch and then headed back inside to finish up my shift. A few hours later, I was home, dressed in a cute pair of shorts and a nice but casual top when I heard a knock at the door.
Opening it and finding Kieran there did something for me. It sounded pathetic when I put it into words, but guys who did what they said they would were so damn sexy. No guessing games, no bullshit, I grinned when I took him in.
“Um… hey. Come in.”
Damn, how had I missed how big he was? He had to duck his head under the door frame to come inside.
“So—”
“Can—?”
We both snorted at the fact we were both trying to speak at the same time.
“You first,” he said, waving a hand in my direction and that just had me remembering. For two guys who said they’d never been with a woman before, they were pretty focussed on making sure I got off first before they even thought about doing something else. That, of course, had me wondering if we could see if lightning would strike twice. But as my eyes slid down his chest, I smiled.
“I was just going to ask if you wanted something to drink.” I opened the fridge. “Or eat. I’m pretty sure Tor’s parents sent me home with enough food to feed a horde of bears.”
“Sleuth.” His voice was all deep and rumbly as he stepped closer. I froze to the spot, feeling the cool air of the fridge contrasting with the burn of his fingers as he pushed the hairaway from my neck. It wasn’t an especially sensitive spot, so why was I shivering? “A group of bears is called a sleuth.”
“Like a group of tigers is called an ambush?” I asked, turning around and letting the fridge door fall closed. Pretty sure a group of Harpers right now would be called a splash. My underwear was getting all sticky the longer he stood this close to me.
“Mm hmm.”
There was something slow and methodical about Kieran, and right now I wanted to explore that in my room extensively.
“So how important is it that we go to this fundraiser?” His abs were rock hard when I fanned my hands across them. “Like I would happily make a donation in both of our names if rather than lining up for rides with all the kids, I could ride you, here.”
He picked me up like I was a doll, placing me on the kitchen counter and then stepped between my thighs. Yes, that was exactly what I wanted. My thighs parted, wrapping around his waist, so that big lump started to rub right where?—
“You’re trouble, you know that?” he said, smiling as his arms went around me.
“I have been told that before.” I leaned in, breathing in the spicy scent of him. Pretty sure no cologne could match that. My lips landed on the hollow of his collarbone and started to move their way down. The way he sucked in a breath, I liked that a whole lot. “Want to see how much trouble we can get into? My bedroom is just down the hall.”
“Harper.” I was tugged closer, and yes, that was exactly what I needed. I could feel how turned on he was and that was even better in the flesh. My hips moved on automatic, seeking what I needed, but his hands gripped me, stopping me from moving. “We’re not doing this.”
“You might not be…” I hadn’t meant that to come out this breathy, but here we were. “But I’m pretty damn close.”
And why the hell was that? I didn’t usually go all cat in heat at the sight of a hot guy.
“Harper—”
I clawed at his back lest he pull away, my eyes flicking up to meet his.
“You guys have been teasing me from the moment we met,” I said, reaching for his belt. “I liked that night at the pub way better. We can scratch this itch until we’re done and?—”
“Harper.” His hands covered mine, stopping me from pulling his belt free before he shook his head. “That’s not how this works. I want…” He shook his head, fangs grinding together. “There is nothing more that I want than to carry you down the hall and toss you on the bed, then sink to the ground before eating you out.”
“See, I want that too! Win win, Bear Boy. Let’s make this happen! I’m not totally selfish. We can sixty-nine this shit…” I paused, then frowned. “Hang on, will your whole baculo-dong tear my throat out?” My hand shook slightly as it wrapped around my throat. “Because I kinda like having an unshredded oesophagus.”
“Harper.” He kept saying my name, but each time in a completely different tone. This one had me looking up at him, seeing eyes that looked like molten honey. That cute little smile helped lessen something inside me. I was melting, all tension leaving my body. “I can never harm you, ever. I would, however, love to escort you to the school fair and watch every damn bear shifter there swallow his tongue with jealousy when he sees how beautiful my mate is.”
“Shit.” My teeth started to worry my bottom lip until his thumb intervened. “Making a whole bunch of shifters jealous does sound cool. Was there a girl bear shifter that you always liked but never gave you the time of day? We could strut past her, make her question her life decisions.”
“No.” His fingers stroked through my hair, then he cupped the back of my head. “Only you. So…?”
Was I going to go to the fair with him? That was his silent question. I sighed and slipped from the cupboard.
