“You’re afraid of it—”

“I’m not afraid of anything,” her response was quick and sharp.

“Oh you should be.”

She laughed. “And why is that?”

“I’m a tall guy.” I doubted I needed to say much more.

“You think you’ll break me?”

The smirk withered from my face. “Not in a way you’re not going to like.”

She pressed her lips together. Her body language shifting and shying away.

“Relax...nothing is going to happen tonight.” I smirked and backed up off her.

She frowned and jumped off the dresser, moving past me toward my bed. “Was it something I said?”

I fucking can’t with this woman. “Harper.”

She waited for me at my bedside, her chest rising slightly above her red laced bra. I took small strides toward her, watching for signs that I was making her nervous. But she was steady as a rock, even by the time I reached her.

Brushing my thumb across her lips, I stopped fighting it, she wanted me—I had to believe it was me. Not Troy. He wasn’t the one she was after tonight. It was the way I kissed her, all the things I’d said and done since that night at the bar that made her come here today, offering herself to me.

This was real. Somehow I doubted her plan was to take off with my clothes again. There was no mistaking the lust in a woman’s eyes.

But Jesus, she was a virgin. There was no way I could follow through with everything my dick wanted to since she walked in here. Like finish undressing her and bury myself deep inside her.

I hooked my fingers into her jeans and pulled her against my chest.

“Didn’t your friend tell you it’s impolite to sleep in someone’s bed in your street clothes?”

“Sounds familiar.” She grinned.

I loosened the button and zipper of the tight denim and pushed them down her legs.

Her brown eyes held mine as my hands took their time sliding back up her bare legs, thighs and hips as I took in every inch of her, smelling a mixture of coconut and coffee beans. Reaching my full height, I stilled and motioned toward my bed. “After you.”

She was so innocent, the prompt seemed to throw her off. She sat neatly on the edge and I smiled, admiring her skin, the way her hair fell on her bare shoulders, every crease and curve of her body had me in a fucking trance, I didn’t even realize she was waiting for me.

She began to move further into the center, and I scooped under her knees to help her, lowering myself on top of her.

Her breath hitched.

“Relax.”

“Easy for you to say,” she breathed.