Please tell me you figured it out.

I lifted my brother’s shirt over her head and tossed it aside. “Don’t put that on ever again."

“What will I wear back to the house?” Her tone was playful. She had to know that it made me angry.

“Just your coat.” I pressed kisses along her shoulder as I pulled her white lace panties down. “Because I want these.”

She grinned and stepped out of them. “You can keep ‘em.” If I hadn’t known any better. I’d have thought she quoted me from that night at the bar when she stole my clothes.

Yanking the covers, I twisted her, sitting her on the edge of the bed, watching her for any sign of doubt. When finding nothing but lust and anticipation, I kissed her and moved her over the pillows.

Pulling my lips from hers, I took a moment to take her in. All I wanted was to make her feel good. To show her how sexy, amazing and worth it she was. And yes, I wanted so much to be inside her—but this was Harper. She’d never done this before. And making her feel worshiped was now on my do or die list. There was no denying I wanted to go all the way with this woman. And not just physically.

I’d known it from the moment she stepped into my apartment the night she opened herself up to me, giving herself to me in whichever way I’d have her. The moment she looked at me with eyes that trusted, rather than resented.

If I knew myself, I was probably going to fight this. But the more time I spent with Harper, the more pieces of my heart she stole.

No matter what this meant for me, Harper needed to know this wasn’t just another fuck. Without so many words, I was going to let her know that we were making love.

Her chest moved up and down as she watched me patiently for my next move. My eyes dropped to the white laced bra she still had on. My hand dipped under her to unclasp it before easing the straps down her arms. Hungrily, I ran my hand around the curve and drew one warm nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue, tasting her.

She arched into me, her fingers in my hair. A throaty moan made me move to the next one, licking and biting as I smoothed the other tight nipple with my fingertips, drawing out more whimpers.

Beneath me, Harper curved her body and I put a hand on her stomach steadying her pale skin. Her eyes flew open. “Can we skip all this?”

With a grin, I looked up at her. “Absolutely not.” Drawing her legs apart, I brushed my thumb to feel her wetness.

“Not enough,” I whispered.

She fisted the sheets and exhaled, tossing her head back. “Do that again.”