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perfectly in those shorts she was wearing and how her legs seemed to go on for miles, her beautiful reddish-brown hair pulled up in a messy bun, those incredible blue eyes, that ivory skin that was flawless in spite of the smudges of dirt.
It wasn’t just her body, though. It was the way she spoke, her strength, her determination. When he really thought about it, he realized she’d always been like that, but now she had the confidence of a woman who’d accomplished a lot in life. And success suited Harper.
He thought of how Mrs. Morley had managed to hurt her, slinging her poison-tipped arrows, managing to pierce old wounds that would never fully heal. There was a trace of vulnerability residing in Harper and he was surprised by how fiercely it made him want to protect her. In that moment, he would have done just about anything to make her feel better. So he made an excuse to kiss her. But it wasn’t solely for her sake—it was also because he needed to. Even though it was against his better judgment, he just couldn’t help himself.
He wanted her to know he saw her for who she was, not for what her mother had done. He wanted her to know that, for the first time, he was really seeing her. But now that he really saw her and had really kissed her, his eyes couldn’t unsee her and his tongue couldn’t forget the taste of her.
He knew that she was probably in the shower just then too, and found himself wishing he had seen her let her hair down and rub soap all over that gorgeous body of hers, instead of just imagining it. His hands wanted to feel her soft skin against them, his body wanted to feel her curves against him, his cock wanted to bury itself inside her in the worst way. He hadn’t wanted a woman in this way for a long time, not since Avery. He had slept with a few women in the two years since their divorce, and had gotten a lot of offers, but he hadn’t needed them like he needed Harper. This was a completely new type of desire. It was the type that could cause a man a lot of trouble. It could ruin lifelong friendships. It could make hamburger out of his heart. His brain was telling him to leave her alone, but the rest of his body was telling his brain to shut the hell up.
* * *
Harper tossed and turned half the night, overtaken by a wild restlessness as her brain tortured her with Evan’s kiss. The scene played on a loop, arousing every part of her until she ached for him. There was only one thing that would satisfy this insatiable craving and he was next door, probably sleeping like a log. She could imagine him there, under the covers. Did he sleep in the nude? That would be quite the sight—his hard body all tangled up in his sheets. Thoughts of sliding into bed with him and running her hands everywhere came into her mind. Letting out a loud groan, she threw the sheets off and stalked down the hall to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
Frustration wasn’t a big enough word for what she was feeling. This was pure agony. His smile, his concern for her feelings, his kiss. Dear God, that kiss. It was so much more than she had imagined it would be. And his reason for kissing her so much more than simply wanting to. He had pretended it was for his own sake, but he’d also managed to show their nasty neighbour that he thought Harper was every bit good enough for him. And that alone filled her with a need that wasn’t going to quietly slink away.
Nine
“Hey, my friend, you all ready for tonight?” Harper had her phone on hands-free while she brushed bright pink polish onto her toenails.
“There’s been a shitty change of plans,” Megan answered, her voice weak.
“What’s wrong, Megs? You sound awful!”
“I am. Elliott brought home a horrible flu bug and now I have it. I was up all night either puking or looking after a puking child. Luc’s not home from Paris until late this afternoon, so it’s been really friggin’ awful.”
“Oh God, that sounds like an absolute
It wasn’t just her body, though. It was the way she spoke, her strength, her determination. When he really thought about it, he realized she’d always been like that, but now she had the confidence of a woman who’d accomplished a lot in life. And success suited Harper.
He thought of how Mrs. Morley had managed to hurt her, slinging her poison-tipped arrows, managing to pierce old wounds that would never fully heal. There was a trace of vulnerability residing in Harper and he was surprised by how fiercely it made him want to protect her. In that moment, he would have done just about anything to make her feel better. So he made an excuse to kiss her. But it wasn’t solely for her sake—it was also because he needed to. Even though it was against his better judgment, he just couldn’t help himself.
He wanted her to know he saw her for who she was, not for what her mother had done. He wanted her to know that, for the first time, he was really seeing her. But now that he really saw her and had really kissed her, his eyes couldn’t unsee her and his tongue couldn’t forget the taste of her.
He knew that she was probably in the shower just then too, and found himself wishing he had seen her let her hair down and rub soap all over that gorgeous body of hers, instead of just imagining it. His hands wanted to feel her soft skin against them, his body wanted to feel her curves against him, his cock wanted to bury itself inside her in the worst way. He hadn’t wanted a woman in this way for a long time, not since Avery. He had slept with a few women in the two years since their divorce, and had gotten a lot of offers, but he hadn’t needed them like he needed Harper. This was a completely new type of desire. It was the type that could cause a man a lot of trouble. It could ruin lifelong friendships. It could make hamburger out of his heart. His brain was telling him to leave her alone, but the rest of his body was telling his brain to shut the hell up.
* * *
Harper tossed and turned half the night, overtaken by a wild restlessness as her brain tortured her with Evan’s kiss. The scene played on a loop, arousing every part of her until she ached for him. There was only one thing that would satisfy this insatiable craving and he was next door, probably sleeping like a log. She could imagine him there, under the covers. Did he sleep in the nude? That would be quite the sight—his hard body all tangled up in his sheets. Thoughts of sliding into bed with him and running her hands everywhere came into her mind. Letting out a loud groan, she threw the sheets off and stalked down the hall to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
Frustration wasn’t a big enough word for what she was feeling. This was pure agony. His smile, his concern for her feelings, his kiss. Dear God, that kiss. It was so much more than she had imagined it would be. And his reason for kissing her so much more than simply wanting to. He had pretended it was for his own sake, but he’d also managed to show their nasty neighbour that he thought Harper was every bit good enough for him. And that alone filled her with a need that wasn’t going to quietly slink away.
Nine
“Hey, my friend, you all ready for tonight?” Harper had her phone on hands-free while she brushed bright pink polish onto her toenails.
“There’s been a shitty change of plans,” Megan answered, her voice weak.
“What’s wrong, Megs? You sound awful!”
“I am. Elliott brought home a horrible flu bug and now I have it. I was up all night either puking or looking after a puking child. Luc’s not home from Paris until late this afternoon, so it’s been really friggin’ awful.”
“Oh God, that sounds like an absolute
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