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territory already. I think she’s worried I’m going to move in on you now that I’m home for a while. She made sure to tell me how wrong I’d be for you.” The words were out of her mouth before her common sense could tell her to swallow them. Shit, that could make things a little awkward. But it didn’t.
“Like I said—ill-informed,” he replied in a low tone, his eyes locked on hers.
Swallowing hard, Harper stood and grabbed the shovel before she acted on her impulse to straddle his lap right there on the lawn and have her way with him. She stepped back into the flower bed, then gave the earth under her a stab with the shovel. She had left the two largest shrubs for last, a mistake now that her muscles were all begging her to stop.
She struggled to force the blade into the hard ground, finally resorting to standing on it with both feet. But the shovel wouldn’t move more than a few inches into the surface, even when Harper held the handle and hopped up and down on the shoulder of the blade.
“I’m torn. I know I should dig that hole for you but it’s just so fun watching you jump up and down on that shovel in those little shorts of yours,” he said, finally getting up.
Harper could feel her face heating up and she tried to calm herself before she turned to him from her perch. “And they say chivalry is dead,” she remarked.
“In that case, I better help. Hand it over, lightweight,” he ordered, standing and taking the tool from her. His fingers brushed against hers as he did, causing a surge of sexual tension. He took a step forward, closing the space between them. “But I need a favour from you in return. I need some help getting Mrs. Morley off my back about her niece.”
Harper glanced at their neighbour’s house and saw her through the front room window, misting a large fern. “That plant must be soaked by now. What’s the favour?”
“Make this look good,” he murmured as he leaned down, letting his lips hover over hers. He reached one hand up to her cheek, tilting her head back just enough.
Without a moment’s hesitation, his lips were on hers. Harper’s eyelids lowered as she felt herself disappearing into an entirely new world. His kiss was so much more than she had dreamed it would be. It started out gentle, careful even, with an undercurrent of passion that soon overtook them both. Her response was full of yearning, decades of pent-up desire and curiosity. She reached out and balled up the bottom of his T-shirt in her fist, pulling him closer. Wrapping his arm behind her, he dipped her back, his tongue finding its way between her lips, searching her mouth for more. She felt her body awaken as the most delicious aching pulsed through her. And then as suddenly as he had begun, he lifted her back upright and stopped.
Harper’s eyes opened slowly when she realized he wasn’t coming back for more.
“There. That ought to do it,” he said, glancing across the street. “I just saw her close the curtains.”
“Oh, great,” was all Harper could think to say. Her mind was completely scrambled, her body quaking with an urgent lust.
“Thanks for helping me with that. Now, your turn.”
Harper watched as he easily cut through the ground with the shovel, his powerful body making short work of what would have been a monumental task for her. Surely he must be tired and sore from such a long day on the construction site. But he moved with ease. And there she stood, weak in the knees from one kiss. She had to quell an overwhelming desire to step up behind him and wrap her arms around him and under his shirt. Dear Lord, what would he look like without that annoying piece of fabric covering his body?
She had a very good idea that he would look amazing. And feel amazing. If his body moved anything like his lips and tongue, she would be putty in his hands.
* * *
Evan stood under the spray of the hot water, unable to get his mind off Harper. How her bottom curved
“Like I said—ill-informed,” he replied in a low tone, his eyes locked on hers.
Swallowing hard, Harper stood and grabbed the shovel before she acted on her impulse to straddle his lap right there on the lawn and have her way with him. She stepped back into the flower bed, then gave the earth under her a stab with the shovel. She had left the two largest shrubs for last, a mistake now that her muscles were all begging her to stop.
She struggled to force the blade into the hard ground, finally resorting to standing on it with both feet. But the shovel wouldn’t move more than a few inches into the surface, even when Harper held the handle and hopped up and down on the shoulder of the blade.
“I’m torn. I know I should dig that hole for you but it’s just so fun watching you jump up and down on that shovel in those little shorts of yours,” he said, finally getting up.
Harper could feel her face heating up and she tried to calm herself before she turned to him from her perch. “And they say chivalry is dead,” she remarked.
“In that case, I better help. Hand it over, lightweight,” he ordered, standing and taking the tool from her. His fingers brushed against hers as he did, causing a surge of sexual tension. He took a step forward, closing the space between them. “But I need a favour from you in return. I need some help getting Mrs. Morley off my back about her niece.”
Harper glanced at their neighbour’s house and saw her through the front room window, misting a large fern. “That plant must be soaked by now. What’s the favour?”
“Make this look good,” he murmured as he leaned down, letting his lips hover over hers. He reached one hand up to her cheek, tilting her head back just enough.
Without a moment’s hesitation, his lips were on hers. Harper’s eyelids lowered as she felt herself disappearing into an entirely new world. His kiss was so much more than she had dreamed it would be. It started out gentle, careful even, with an undercurrent of passion that soon overtook them both. Her response was full of yearning, decades of pent-up desire and curiosity. She reached out and balled up the bottom of his T-shirt in her fist, pulling him closer. Wrapping his arm behind her, he dipped her back, his tongue finding its way between her lips, searching her mouth for more. She felt her body awaken as the most delicious aching pulsed through her. And then as suddenly as he had begun, he lifted her back upright and stopped.
Harper’s eyes opened slowly when she realized he wasn’t coming back for more.
“There. That ought to do it,” he said, glancing across the street. “I just saw her close the curtains.”
“Oh, great,” was all Harper could think to say. Her mind was completely scrambled, her body quaking with an urgent lust.
“Thanks for helping me with that. Now, your turn.”
Harper watched as he easily cut through the ground with the shovel, his powerful body making short work of what would have been a monumental task for her. Surely he must be tired and sore from such a long day on the construction site. But he moved with ease. And there she stood, weak in the knees from one kiss. She had to quell an overwhelming desire to step up behind him and wrap her arms around him and under his shirt. Dear Lord, what would he look like without that annoying piece of fabric covering his body?
She had a very good idea that he would look amazing. And feel amazing. If his body moved anything like his lips and tongue, she would be putty in his hands.
* * *
Evan stood under the spray of the hot water, unable to get his mind off Harper. How her bottom curved
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