Breathless In Love

God, yes. She’d go anywhere with him tonight. Absolutely anywhere.

Smiling up at him, she let her inner vixen shine through. “Sounds good, especially if you can get us there fast.”

As the word fast registered, his eyes dilated nearly to black as he understood that she was up for another wild ride—in every sense of the phrase. For one breathless moment, Harper wasn’t sure they’d even make it out of his house. Especially when he leaned in close and said, “I’ll take you as fast, and as wild, as you want.” His mouth was close enough that she could almost taste him as he added, “As many times as you want.”

But then, instead of kissing her, he drew out the tease by merely putting his hand on the small of her back. And as they headed for the door, Harper realized that a person really could go weak in the knees.

Because she just had.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Throughout dinner, Will barely tasted the food, though he assumed it was good. He didn’t care about what he ate or the view from the restaurant’s tall windows overlooking the ocean. He cared only about watching Harper. Touching Harper. He’d kept her close beside him in the booth, her thigh against his, the friction of their bodies like jolts of electricity.

She seemed excited tonight—which he understood, because he felt exactly the same way—and he was glad to see that she wasn’t trying to hide her innate sensuality anymore. But at the same time, she seemed a little nervous. As if she couldn’t quite believe she was wearing that super-sexy dress while out on a date with him.

Now, as they got back into his car, he asked her, “Do you want the top up or down?”

It was cool out, and her dress didn’t have sleeves. But she surprised him by saying, “Top down. Heater up.”

They flew down the coast road. The mesh deflector behind the seats reduced the noise and wind. Despite the stick shift between them, he kept her close with a hand over hers. She’d half-turned toward him, her head resting on the seat back, one knee bent, the hem of the dress rising higher. The night sky above was bright with stars and moonlight, everything reflected in her eyes. Her hair blew around her face in lazy tendrils. He didn’t want to scare her away, but he needed to touch her, so he moved his hand to her knee and stroked her bare skin in small circles.

Hell. It took serious effort to keep his focus on driving. He damn well might get them into an accident at this rate.

Will made the turn off the coast road onto Highway 92, which crossed over the mountains, back to the San Francisco Peninsula, then said, “How fast do you want to go tonight, Harper?” He wanted her—wanted her so badly that he needed to make absolutely sure he wasn’t the only one feeling this crazy. Or wanting this badly.

It was too dark to see the color of her skin clearly, but he could have sworn she blushed as she said, “Fast.” Her voice was husky and more than a little breathless as she put her hand over his on her knee and added, “I’m ready for you to go really fast. As fast as you’ve ever gone.”

He felt the hum of her words in his chest. Hell, he felt it everywhere. He could tell she wasn’t normally this bold with men, and he loved that she wanted to be bold with him. He was supposed to be the seducer, she the seduced. But she was reversing roles on him, and he liked it.

Liked it a hell of a lot.

He wanted his hands on her, his lips tasting hers. He wanted to feel her skin, hold her close, rub his body against hers. And fill her with everything he had.

But at the same time, he didn’t want tonight to be the beginning and end. Which meant he’d have to make it so good she couldn’t help but come back for more...

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The speedometer climbed, and Harper held onto Will’s arm as they took the corners. It was late, the road empty as the headlights cut a path through the dark. It felt so sexy to be cocooned in the car with him, the wind whipping over the top of the convertible, leaving them virtually untouched.

She’d never been this bold before, had never asked for what she wanted from a man. But no man had ever made her feel this hungry, this greedy, this desperate before.

“Faster,” she whispered. All the times in her life she’d wished for speed, then forced herself to shove those wishes aside, felt like they were flying away on the wind.

His capable hands gripped the wheel, kept them true. But, oh, how she wanted his hands on her.

She was done waiting, not just for Will, but for this rush. The rush of speed and joy and pleasure.

She’d had just enough wine at dinner to give her courage. The new lingerie gave her the nerve. The speed did the rest.

She didn’t want him to slam on the brakes, didn’t want to be the one to slam on the brakes, either. She wanted both of them to drive each other fast and furious.

As fast and furious as they could go.

“Will,” she said. Just his name. It felt loud in the small cockpit of his sporty car.

They’d come off the other side of the mountain, and he downshifted to take the entrance ramp. When he was at freeway speed, she took his hand off the stick shift and put it on her knee, where the dress had pulled high enough to reveal a little bare flesh.

His hand slid beneath the dress, gliding halfway up her thigh. Then he trailed his fingers back down. Her pulse pounded in the wake of his touch.

She’d thought about having him all week. Longer than that—since the first time she’d set eyes on him, if she was being totally honest with herself. She wanted him. If there were consequences, she’d worry about those later. Not now. Not tonight, when she was so close to finally having what she wanted.