What she needed.
She’d always been a good girl, playing by the rules. Yes, she’d had sex, but she didn’t invite men into her bed when her brother was home, and she’d never before thought of buying lingerie to seduce a man.
But with Will, everything was different.
And now she wanted to be wild.
* * *
It was the longest drive of Will’s life, and it nearly killed him not to be able to give Harper his undivided attention. At long last, he saw the lights lining his driveway and the sports car purred up the hill. He pressed the garage opener under the dash, and they glided inside.
A second later, he had his seatbelt undone and he was already reaching for her when she grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to her mouth. The kiss was long and deep. He couldn’t get enough of her. The stick shift dug into his thigh, but he didn’t pull away. He let her take him, eat him up. She tasted sweet, like the raspberry tart she’d had for dessert, warm and sweet and rich. He slid his hands through her hair, pushing her back against the seat. Angling his head, he licked her lips, and she pulled him back for more, their mouths melding.
He could feel his heart hammering and the answering beat of hers against his chest. “I love the way you taste. And I want more. So much more, Harper. But not in a sports car.” He wanted to enjoy her, take his time discovering—and pleasuring—every inch of her body, which was why he hadn’t gone any further in the car during the drive home.
After climbing out, he rounded the hood and held out his hand to her. Her mouth was bare of lipstick and seductively kiss-swollen, and his heart rolled over in his chest just looking at her.
She was so beautiful, so damn sexy, yet somehow she retained the sweetness of the all-American girl next door. She was the kind of woman he’d never dreamed he could have. The good girl. The nice girl. The smart girl. The forever girl.
She didn’t want his money or his fame or to hang on his arm while photographers snapped her picture. She was fresh and sweet and sexy as all-get-out.
He’d never be good enough for her. But he couldn’t let himself think about that tonight. Instead, he’d let all his bad deeds be erased by her beauty and her sweetness.
But instead of heading for the house, and his bed, she pushed the remote button under the dash, and the garage door slid soundlessly closed. He could see the nerves still simmering away in her eyes as she turned back to him. But those nerves didn’t stop her from saying, “I’ve never been naughty in a car.” Her hands flat on his chest, she went up on her toes, her lips a breath away. “And I’ve never done anything naughty on the hood of a car before, either.”
* * *Harper couldn’t believe what she was saying, could hardly believe how fearless she felt. But the bars she’d been confined by for so long seemed to have burst wide open tonight. And she knew she had to race to enjoy every last second of her freedom before they closed down around her again.
“Here?” Will asked in a voice heavy with desire. “Do you want me to take you right here, Harper?”
“Unless,” she said in a husky voice, “you’re afraid it’ll muss up the paint job.”
“I don’t give a damn if it does.” He lifted her as though she weighed nothing. Setting her on the hood, he slid his hands up her thighs, pushing the dress high, and stepped between her legs. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Everything. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, his body deep inside her. “Touch me,” she whispered. “Touch me like you almost did in the car. I bought satin and lace for you today, and I want you to see it. Now.”
“Satin and lace?” She’d never seen such hunger on a man’s face. “I want to see it. I want to see you.” He lightly stroked both hands up and down her legs, enough to make her skin hot and her body buzz, before his voice dropped to a sexy growl. “Undo the dress for me.”
Reaching behind with less than steady hands, she drew the zipper down, then slid her arms free, letting the bodice of the dress fall to her lap.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”
He swept his thumbs along the underside of the bra cups, up the sides, tracing the thin shoulder straps. His fingers were feather light on the swell of her breasts, leaving sparks that shimmied through her body all the way to her toes. Then his mouth was on hers, consuming her as his hands explored every inch of satin, every scrap of lace.
She was already mindless with need and he hadn’t even undone her bra.
“I need to know how the rest of you tastes,” he whispered against her lips. “I’ve been dying to know. Dying to get my hands and mouth on you. All of you.”
His hands slipping down to her waist, he pushed her flat onto the warm hood of the car and came down over her. He was deliciously hard where his body rubbed against the apex of her thighs, creating friction with the bulge of his jeans. Pulling the bra aside, he trailed kisses over her breasts. Then his lips closed over her and Harper moaned, biting her lip. His touch was sensual, reverent. Wild. He licked, sucked, nipped, until she felt a jolt straight down to her center.
“Oh baby, you’re so sweet. You taste like cherries.”
Her nerves slipped back through as she said, “I do not. No one does.”
“Cherries,” he insisted, raising his head. His lips were wet, and she was half naked, one breast still covered. The decadent sight spiked her desire. “Your lips are like cherries, too,” he said.