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I decide to toy with him a little. “Let me just check my diary,” I say, holding up my pointer finger and flipping open my notebook.
His eyes dip down to the pages as I flick through page after page of nothing but delirious plot concepts handwritten in size 0.4 font, because he actually thinks that I’m being serious – he actually thinks that I’m checking my diary. It’s so adorable that I have to bite back a smile and I tuck the book back into my pocket because I can’t take it anymore.
“Looks like Imightbe able to squeeze you in,” I say, unable to stop myself from smiling up at him.
He grunts and nods, then jerks his head towards the bungalows. “Collect you at seven?” he asks, his voice low and brusque.
I think for a moment, then ask, “What do I wear to a country bar?”
He’s about to answer me but he abruptly pauses, followed by his eyes slow-dripping down my torso and lingering on my bare legs.
“Layers,” he says gruffly. “Lots of layers. It’s probably gonna be cold tonight. I can give you a jacket.”
I try to restrain the golden sunshine feeling in my chest, but the knowledge that he wants me for his eyes only is something that pleases me on the most innately feminine level.
“No to the shorts then?” I tease him, stepping back a bit and cocking my hip.
His eyes are locked on my thighs, pupils swallowing up those cut-crystal irises. “Uh…”
I smile, chewing at my lip a little. “I’m messing with you, Mitch,” I finally whisper, when I realise that he’s so captivated that he’s literally stopped functioning.
His eyes flash to mine and he gives his hair a quick tug, licking at his bottom lip. “Sorry,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “Got distracted.” He takes a few deep breaths and then says, “Seven o’clock, I’ll come get you.”
Pleasure ripples through my belly as I smile up at him. “Can’t wait.”
Chapter 12
Mitch
At six-fifty-nine I’m on Harper’s doorstep, fist raised to the wood and giving it three quick poundings. It’s fall so it’s dark out, the sky the same shade of navy as my on-site uniform, and hazy white moonlight streams in from behind. It flashes right off Harper’sHead Officeplaque. My abdomen clenches tight.
When I hear movement from behind the wood I stand a little straighter, tucking my hands into the front belt-loops of my jeans and swallowing hard as I wait for her to open the door. I already brought the truck up through the Nature Trail so that she wouldn’t have to walk down the valley in order to reach our make-shift site car park, and I glance over to where it’s sat, safe and sturdy on the gravel. Then the door clicks open and my attention is immediately drawn to Harper.
As soon as I get a look at her my pupils are dilating, my jaw’s turning slack, and I’m running a hand down the back of my neck as my mind turns blank, speechless. I grip at my belt with my other hand, the pace of my breathing suddenly increased.
“Harper, you look…”
My voice comes out in a bass rumble, pulsing need fogging up every square-inch of my brain. I drag my eyes up those denim jeans, locking in for a couple seconds on that tight section at the apex of her thighs, and then forcing my gaze to travel further, over the sweet curve of her waist and then right on those perky little tits. She’s wearing a high-neck top, completely covering her chest, but it doesn’t stop me from imagining ripping it clean off her body, then finally getting to work on her.
Her left hand moves to her waist and she cocks out her hip. My eyes flash up to hers and I’m met with a self-assured smile, kind of smug and sexy as hell.
“I look…?” she prompts me, her eyebrows raised in a mocking arch. She wafts her other hand in the air as if to teasingly sayget on with it.
I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip, nod, and take a step backwards. I’m used to seeing her in her sweat-tops and little shorts, so this slightly more formal version of her, dressed up for mybenefit, is really doing it for me.
“You look beautiful,” I manage to rasp, nodding my head over to the truck and taking another step backwards as she joins me outside, her body turning around so that she can lock up.
I can’t help it. My eyes drop straight to her ass. Suddenly my jaw is hardening, my muscles are swelling, and my head’s getting heavy with all of those pre-sex chemicals.
I must have moved a little closer to her, my body drawn to hers like a magnet, because the second that she moves back around to face me she’s knocking right into my chest, a surprised gasp leaving her throat as her breasts brush my abs, and her hands quickly grip at my pecs in an attempt to steady herself.
My hands swoop down to her lower back, stabilising her, and then as soon as she’s rebalanced I release her. It would be damn tempting to keep her locked in my arms and see where this moment could go, my pheromones pouring all over her and her bedroom only ten steps away, but she needs to know more about me before I can start breaching her physical territory.
She drops her hands from my chest, interlacing them behind her back and giving me another little smile. I run my gaze over her face and a pleasurable burn ripples through my abdomen – she’s excited, I can tell, so I take another step back and gesture for her to walk on in front of me as we make our way down the narrow gravel path towards my truck.
“You ever been to this bar before?” Harper asks, turning her head so that she can look at me over her shoulder. The soft light from the moon lands on the pillow of her bottom lip, catching on the sparkly balm that she’s got on, and making my head go blank for a couple of seconds. Then I remember that she just asked me a question and I shake my head to sayno.
Because no, I haven’t been to the country bar in the town up the road from Pine Hills, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t scope it out quickly on my cell, making sure that we’ll be there early enough to leave before the two-stepping starts.
