He opened his mouth to say the words, but she stole them away. Cupping his face, she kissed him as if she were making love to his mouth, licking him, taking his tongue. Her whole body got into the kiss, swaying and moving on his, her breasts caressing him, her legs tightening along his thighs.
He’d always been the one in control, not just with her, but with all women. He’d always set the pace and the tone, decided where the night began and ended. Even when Harper had kissed him in the garage, he’d taken over, pushing her down on the hood, using his mouth on her because he’d been desperate to taste her. To have her.
Yet now that she was the one controlling his reins, she wasn’t rushed. Not at all. Even though he could hardly remember his own name.
“You taste so good,” she murmured against his lips. “I wonder how you taste all over.” She leaned back to work the buttons of his shirt. When his chest was naked to her touch, and she ran her fingers down his skin, he actually felt a quiver deep in his gut. A part of him worried that she’d want to strip his shirt away completely, and that she’d finally see his tattoo, but even that worry could hardly take hold when she was touching him like this, kissing him like this.
“You have such a magnificent chest.” Curling her body, she bent to his nipple. She licked him, sucked him, then bit down lightly. “You like this as much as I do, don’t you?” She hummed with pleasure against his chest, the vibrations sending shockwaves through him.
“God, yes, I like it.” His voice was hoarse, his hands flexing on her hips, pulling her tighter against him. “You make me crazy.”
“Good. Because you make me crazy, too.”
When he lost control and went to kiss her, she laughed as she pushed against him. “No, no, no. Tonight, it’s my turn to have you.”
He understood that she was turning the tables, taking charge the way he had that morning in her house. The way he always did. Who would have guessed that the turnaround would set him on fire like this?
“I’m yours,” he said again, something he’d never told another person, but which felt impossibly right with her. “For whatever you want.”
She slid farther back so that she could trail kisses down his abdomen. He remembered doing the same to her, her skin smooth and sweet against his lips. He was hard, aching, and only just barely resisting the urge to toss her into the backseat.
The night air was still warm, but his skin was hotter. The sound of an occasional car on the road was far off and muted. They were in a world of their own, and his heart was pounding in his ears as she ran her hand over the rock-hard length of him.
“Holy hell.” The words shot out on his exhalation.
“Remember when you said you intended to taste me...and that I was going to taste you, too?” She pushed her hand inside the denim of his jeans and wrapped her fingers around him.
“I remember.” The words came out a little choked.
“Do you still think we should make good on all those intentions?”
His Adam’s apple slid along his throat. He felt like a teenager who had finally managed to make out with the untouchable girl he’d been lusting after. Breathless. Desperate. “Yes.”
God, yes.
She touched her lips to his, licked him until he opened for her. But instead of kissing him, she whispered, “Good, because I’ve decided I want to taste you. All of you.”
“Please,” he said. He couldn’t even come up with a quip or a word of sexy banter.
Each time with Harper was new.
And every time it meant more.
*
Harper had felt out of control with Will so many times. Every time. Tonight, she’d thought the final piece of putting everything back together inside of her would be to turn the tables on him. Yet even as she led their lovemaking tonight, she still felt his power coursing through her body, everywhere she touched him, everywhere he touched her.
By the time she sank down to taste him, she realized that it didn’t matter anymore who was in control. All that mattered was the joy—and the pleasure—she felt whenever she was with him.
She used her hands, lips, mouth, tongue on him. He was a savory treat. Better than chocolate. Better than ice cream. She loved the feel of him, the heady scent of his skin, the quake and shiver of his rock hard flesh as she took him deep.
“Harper.” He growled her name, and then, a heartbeat later, she was on her back against the leather seat as he came over her. “Need. You. Now.” Each word was separate, gasped, harsh. She heard the tear of a condom, felt him between her legs.
When he flipped up her dress and tugged her panties aside, she was just as desperate as he was, miles beyond ready as he pulled her leg high up on his hip and drove into her.
Oh God...being taken hard and fast by Will in the front seat of his car was better than anything she’d ever felt in her life.
“Kiss me, Harper. Please.”