Page 55 of He Has Charm

We’ve cooked and eaten our dishes and her appreciative moan as she finishes her last bite nearly undoes me. After the fastest cleanup I can manage, Jason leaves us with our promise to come back to his restaurant soon.

The moment the back door closes behind the chef, I turn to her and one look at her jewel eyes tells me she’s the same place I am. Skating on the edge of temptation.

“That was fun,” she says, her voice breathy.

“More than fun,” I say. “Hot as hell.” Her eyes sizzle in answer.

I close the distance between us and take Harper in my arms, crushing her against the door in a soul-searing kiss as if I’m a man starving. She moans as she opens her mouth to mine and I grind against her. Devouring her mouth like she’s dessert, I move my hands down her sides and cup her sweet ass, pulling her against my full-blown hard-on.

“Maddox.” She says my name into my mouth like a desperate plea.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all afternoon. Hell,” I nibble at her lips, “I’ve been wanting to do this since our first meeting back in NOLA.”

“I know,” she says.

I laugh-growl. “Guess I never really kept it a secret, did I?”

“No, but then neither did I. When I eavesdropped on you in my shower, I… that was so unprofessional. But I couldn’t help myself.”

“I know how you feel.”

“I want to know how you feel.”

She slips a hand down to cup my crotch and my growing dick jumps.

“Jesus. You’re killing me.” I clamp my hand over hers and move it aside. She wraps it around my neck instead and deepens our kiss. Tasting the flavors of our meal on her velvety tongue makes me desperate to have more of her, to feel the full throttle of her passion, to make her fall apart in my arms.

I slide my hand down her sweater and underneath and finally touch the soft silk of her skin. She sucks in a breath and sucks on my tongue, grinding her hips against mine.

“You’re so fucking sexy, sugar buns,” I whisper into her mouth as I nibble. “I want to make you scream in ecstasy, to call my name, to make you come so hard you shatter and I want to watch your face and—”

“Do it,” she whispers, desperation edging her voice. Her words shock me, and I react, everything in me turned on and needing to please her, to exceed my promise.

Unsnapping and unzipping her jeans with one hand, while I hold her with the other and kiss her, I push them down and cup her ass with the other. A growl of deep satisfaction comes from my throat. She presses against me again, making strangled, needy sounds that fire my blood.

I move my hand under the edge of her panties and slide my fingers down, so hot to feel her passion, to know how wet she is for me. Reaching the scalding folds of her pussy, I suck in a breath as I slide my fingers over the slick nub of her clit then inside her creamy center. Fuuuck.

“You are so wet and ready, I need to bring you over the edge fast and hard.”

“Please, Knight,” she grits out, our mouths still together, and she nips my bottom lip.

“Jesus.” I worry for a second if she’s going to make me lose it in my pants, she has me so stiff and close.

Circling her clit, I tease her as she squirms, bucking her hips. I thrust two fingers deep inside, curling them and flicking my thumb back and forth over her clit. She lets out a loud moan and pumps her hips against my fingers. I press hard and move faster.

Her eyes are shut, her head back, and she’s hanging on to me as if she’s going to fall. Because she is. She’s going to fall far and fast and hard if I can make her as I pump my fingers and move my thumb. She whispers my name, barely audible, and I know she’s almost there.

“Hold on.” I circle her clit and then pinch it hard. Her features tense, her body shudders, and her pussy clenches around my fingers as I plunge them in again and again and keep circling her nub. She spasms and calls out my name, loud and perfectly clear.

Harper holds on, catching her breath, and I throb with need. Whispering in her ear, I say, “Did you know you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known, no exception, no comparison?”

She looks up at me, her eyes dark and blazing, a mixture of volatile emotions wreaking havoc on her expression. Joy mixing with guilt and pain mixing with pleasure. All her emotional turmoil mirrors what I’m feeling, except I feel fear creeping in like I’m facing existential danger. Fuck. There’s a reason she’s off-limits, a reason I can’t have her, and I loosen my hold.

She puts her hands between us, lays them against my chest and pushes me away. A small shove, enough to get her message across. Her lips tremble.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, and I don’t miss the horror in her voice. The kitchen around us suddenly looks bright and mocking.

“What’s wrong, Harper?” I already know the answer, but I have to ask.