The man had a way to disarm her with his words.
Let’s see if she could disarm him with her touch.
She reached out, lightly brushing her fingers against his arm. He turned to face her, his gaze meeting hers. That one look was all it took. The world around her seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them.
Yes, I belong with you.
And she was done resisting temptation any longer.
Without a word, Harriet took a step closer, almost touching his body, delighting in the way two slight lines formed between his brows. The sounds of their breaths mingled, creating an intimate current that—she had a feeling—could never be disrupted.
She clasped the lapels of his coat between her fingers, rose to her toes, yanked him down to her height, and pressed her lips to his.
He froze. Not kissing her back. Not embracing her in his arms. Just froze. Harriet bit down on his lip.
A low growl exploded from him, almost like a beast, and his hand gripped her waist as her back collided with the shelf.
Lawd, it felt good.
He claimed her mouth fully, their tongues seeking each other in an urgency that belied the very meaning of the flowers he’d purchased that day. Harriet’s hands found their way to his broad shoulders, then she drew them downward, her fingers lightly tracing the solid arch of his back. His arms squeezed her to him.
A thrill shot down Harriet’s spine.
Harriet pressed herself into him even more, conveying all her unspoken words and hidden emotions in that one single act.
“Christ, love,” Leeds breathed against her mouth. “What are you doing to me?” He pulled away, then leaned back in to brush his lips against hers one more time. “I can’t get enough.”
“Neither can I.” She wanted more.
So much more.
She wanted to taste all of his flaws. All of his strengths. All of him.
She wanted it all.
“Let’s belong to each other.”
*
Will couldn’t speak.He couldn’tbreathe. He couldn’t do anything after those five words left his wife’s lips except stare at her. Emotion clogged in his throat, and all the words he wanted to say stuck on his tongue. Almost like the wings of a butterfly caught in its own cocoon, unable to unfurl.
This isn’t happening.
Will had fantasized about this moment more times than he could tally in his mind. He had been imagining her lips swollen from his kisses, her body spent from his loving, since he first glimpsed her beneath that tree on that sunny day, laughing as the wind flipped the pages of her book.
He opened his mouth to respond.
Closed it again.
His wife leaned over to press a kiss against his throat, her fingers replacing her lips when she pulled back. He couldn’t tear his gaze away.
She smiled at him. “It’s all right. You don’t need words to speak.”
The cocoon split apart.
Will framed Harriet’s face between his hands and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. He needed to touch her. Neededher. Like air. He couldn’t live without air. He couldn’t live without her. Craved her presence, her sweet blushes every second of the day.
She held all the power, all of him.
