She cocked her head to the side. “A . . . Oh. No. It was actually something I’ve wanted to do for a while now. I just needed two people to get it done. The painting, however, was definitely a redecorating project. I like to paint or redecorate and it helps me think and work through problems.”
He kind of had an idea where this was going. “Problems like ex-boyfriends?”
“Maybe something like that.”
“Gotcha. So any other ‘honey dos’ you want done before I take off?”
She leaned against the kitchen counter. “No. All the light bulbs are currently in working order. Though I can replace those myself.”
He moved in closer to her. “I’m sure you can do most anything yourself.”
She pushed off the counter and stepped toward him. “Yes, I can. Though some things are more fun done with someone else.”
He knew exactly what she was talking about, and the look she gave him not only gave him dirty thoughts, but made his cock come to life.
He took a step back. “Harmony.”
She took a step forward, pressing her hands against his chest. “Barrett.”
The last damn thing he wanted was her hands on him. It was also everything he’d thought about lately. Her hands on his chest. On his cock. Along with her mouth.
Fuck.
He grasped her wrists. “Not a good idea.”
She lifted her gaze to his. “Why not?”
“You know why not.”
She raised a brow. “If you tell me right now that you’re thinking about my brother, I’m going to seriously question which side of the field you’re playing for.”
He took her hand, slid it down his chest and laid it on his now-hard cock. “That has nothing to do with your brother, and everything to do with you. Which is a problem.”
She let out a soft laugh, then rubbed his erection with the palm of her hand. “Yes, a pretty sizable problem from what I can tell.”
He wanted her hands on him. He wanted to take this further. He wanted to kiss her pretty mouth and slide his tongue inside to taste her.
He wanted a lot of things, but he’d learned a long time ago that he couldn’t have everything he wanted, and some temptations were better left alone.
Harmony was one of those temptations. And he owed it to Drake to keep his hands off his sister. So he took a step back, regretting every inch he moved backward.
Harmony cocked a brow. “You sure about that?”
“Not really, but it’s a choice I’m going to have to make.”
“Because of Drake.”
He nodded.
“Okay. I’m not going to throw myself at you, Barrett.” She walked him to her front door, then turned to face him. “But I think it’s the wrong decision. And when you’re lying in bed tonight with your cock aching and hard, think about that decision and what you could have had tonight. Because we’re two grown-ass adults and you should be able to make your own choices about who you see—and who you take to bed.”
His cock was already hard. But this was complicated. “Good night, Harmony.”
She opened the door for him. “Good night, Barrett.”
He walked outside, blasted by the hot, humid air, which didn’t improve his frustrated, irritated mood at all.
As he slid into his SUV and started the engine, he turned the AC to arctic, hoping it would cool down his desires on the drive back to his place.
Unfortunately, the cold AC made him think of Harmony being in the car with him—naked—the air vents blowing on her nipples, arcing into tight points. She’d rub them, teasing him as he drove.
Shit.
By the time he pulled into the garage of his condo, his dick was rock hard, throbbing, and he needed some relief.
Too bad he’d walked away from a very willing and receptive Harmony.
He’d made the right choice, even if his dick didn’t think so at the moment.
He threw his keys on the kitchen counter, grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and, leaving the lights off, walked into the living room. The drapes were drawn, so he stared through the French doors into the darkness.
He wished Harmony was standing next to him. Her scent still lingered around him, so he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, imagining her moving in front of him to put her arms around him, pressing her breasts against him. Her hair would tickle his chin and he’d grab a handful of it, tilt her head back so he could take her mouth in a deep kiss.
His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans. He set his beer down on the coffee table and returned to the back door. In the dark he had plenty of privacy, so he unzipped his pants, drew them and his briefs down over his hips and pulled out his cock.
His gaze was fixed outside, but that’s not what he was looking at. He was firmly implanted in his imagination, where Harmony had dropped to her knees, her hands taking hold of his cock just as he had hold of it now. As he began to stroke, so would she, only her hands were smaller and softer than his.
She’d sift his shaft through both hands, looking up at him as she tilted his cock toward her lips. And when her sweet pink tongue darted out to lick at the crest, he groaned.