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“Harper,” he says warningly, one of his hands moving to his jeans so that he can rearrange the situation trying to push its way out of the denim. “And we need to talk about our age difference, too,” he adds on gruffly.
I roll my eyes. “Go ahead. All that’s going to do is turn me on harder.”
“Harper,” he grits out, his eyes dark and aflame.
“Fine,” I submit. “We’ll stop for tonight. But I know all you’re going to do in your bungalow is picture me on my bed, naked. You take really long showers, Mitch.”
He licks his bottom lip, his hands both back on my hips rubbing gentle circles.
“You sleep naked?” he asks me.
“I will tonight,” I say wickedly.
His mouth lifts into a smirk and he presses another hard kiss against my lips. Then he murmurs, “I sleep naked every night.”
I shove at his chest but he doesn’t move an inch.Tease, my mind thinks. The next time I shove at him he’s so comfortable that he starts sucking on the lobe of my ear.
“I’ll deny you,” I threaten him, my arms now looped around the back of his warm neck.
He smiles against my cheek and then gently nips at my jaw. “I’ll enjoy it,” he taunts back.
“I know what you want, and I won’t let you do it,” I continue, and suddenly his movements slow down, like he’s trying to work out how well I’ve read him.
“You won’t let me do what?” he asks quietly, his hands slow-kneading my ass cheeks in an unending spread and circle.
“That,” I say, like it’s obvious. “That thing that I mentioned in the bar? From the second that I saw you I knew exactly how you’d be – you’re the big bad boss who likes to be in control.”
He pulls away from me now and stares down into my eyes. I use the moment to take the reins, turning my body one-eighty and arching my ass as hard as I can up against his crotch.
He lets out a hard exhalation and presses his chest against my back, my hands gripping the roof of his truck as his palms fly up to my breasts, massaging me.
“I know you want me from behind,” I whisper, amused by how right I was but too aroused to fully revel in my glee. Because the fact of the matter is heisthe big bad boss, and he’s currently grinding two-hundred-and-fifty pounds of solid muscle against my soft little behind. The knowledge that he could take control of this moment at any second rings like a shotgun in the silence of the night.
I cover his eager hands with my fingers and he grunts against my neck.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “I want that. I…” He moves one hand up to my jaw, turning my head so that he can kiss me, slow and deep. He doesn’t stop until I’m whimpering. Then he pulls away as flushed as I am and says quietly, “I wanna hit it from the back.”
I almost lose all control of my body. I stabilise myself against the truck and then turn around to face him, our chests rising and falling embarrassingly hard.
“Okay, you’re right,” I say quickly. “We… we should stop for tonight.”Otherwise I will literally go into cardiac arrest.
He nods in agreement whilst simultaneously scooping a hand under my ass, but this time he uses the position to lift me from the ground, holding me against his side as he walks us up the short path to my front door. When he deposits me on the ground both of his hands move to my jaw, cupping it gently as he leans down to kiss me again.
“You’re going to make me change my mind,” I whisper against him, “and you should know, I’m a fighter.”
He grins, a flash of perfect white in the darkness as he pulls away. I give him an irritated glower before turning around to unlock the door.
As I push it open I feel his hands move back to my hips, his groin rubbing rhythmically against my ass, and a deep grunt coming from somewhere above my head.
I glance up at him over my shoulder, his eyes already locked on mine.
“You’re going to makemechangemymind, looking this damn beautiful all the time,” he warns me. I tip my neck all the way back so that my head is resting in the centre of his pecs, and one of his hands climbs over my waist, all the way until it’s wrapped gently around the front of my throat. “Knowing I got all this right here? Knowing that you’re my neighbour?” He dips down and whispers against my cheek, “Knowing how you’re going to let me pump you?”
I shiver hard against him and he presses a firm kiss against my jaw. Then he lifts up, releases me, and I turn to face him, his feet just behind the threshold.
“Lock your door,” he instructs me.
“As if you wouldn’t just break down our adjoining wall. What’s it made of anyway? Papier-mâché?”
