“Are you feeling better?” he asked, realizing he should’ve asked before now, but damn it, he couldn’t resist her.
The health of her and the baby came above all else, though. Even his revenge against Robert would have to come second to Harper and the child.
“I’m feeling pretty good.” Harper reached for him, her fingertips curling around his shoulders. “Don’t stop, Ethan. And don’t deny yourself like last night.”
Oh, he fully planned on making sure they were both pleasured.
“You wore this on purpose,” he accused, pulling her sheer cover-up off her shoulders. “Did you want to drive me crazy?”
Her delicate mouth tipped into a smile. “Maybe.”
Ethan’s body stirred at the little minx beneath him. That red material against her dark skin shouldn’t be such a turn-on, but hell if it wasn’t. Harper exuded sex and fantasies. Every time he had her, he wanted more. Now was no exception.
Harper wriggled out of the cover-up and the bikini top. He loved that a curvy woman had the confidence to wear something so sexy, so skimpy.
He hooked his thumbs in the waist of her little bottoms and eased them down her silky legs and flung the garment over his shoulder.
“You better take off those shorts fast,” she warned. “Because I was cheated last night.”
Ethan pulled his shorts off and laughed. “You were more than satisfied, so I’m not sure how you were cheated.”
Her fingers ran over his abs, and his arousal spiked.
“Because I didn’t get to see or touch you,” she told him. “Not like I wanted.”
“Then by all means.” Ethan settled onto the sofa and eased back into the corner of the sectional. “Have your way.”
Harper came to her feet. She tucked stray tendrils behind her ears as her eyes raked over his bare body. There was such a hunger, one that matched his own, staring back at him.
When her focus shifted to his eyes, Harper took a step forward and lifted a knee. She settled her legs on either side of his hips, perfectly straddling his lap. Her breasts came right in front of his face and Ethan wasted no time in reaching for her with both hands.
“If I marry you, there will be rules.” She rested her hands on either side of his head and leaned down. “My rules.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
His body ached for her to join them and right now. He’d agree to anything she said. He’d never been at a woman’s mercy before, but she was doing a damn good job of calling the shots now.
Harper leaned down and captured his lips beneath hers as she sank down onto him, finally joining their bodies.
She eased her hips back and forth, going much too slowly for his liking. Ethan took a firm grip of her hips, holding her in place while he set a new rhythm.
Harper let out a sharp cry, followed by a moan, so clearly she wasn’t complaining. With her eyes shut, she tossed her head back and braced her palms on his chest. Her short nails bit into his skin, and he had to hold back his own groan at the delicious sting of pain.
Ethan held on to her hips, loving how she felt like a woman with all those luscious curves. They were so compatible, so in tune with each other.
Marrying her would be the best decision on both fronts.
Harper let out another cry of pleasure as her body tightened around his. She eased down onto his chest and claimed his lips once more as her climax hit her. He wasn’t far behind.
Those lips of hers could make a man come undone all on their own. But it was her sweet little pants and cries that had him following her into oblivion.
Ethan fell into the moment and didn’t worry about what would come next. She’d all but agreed to the marriage, and Ethan wanted this to happen fast. Before Robert arrived...and before he came to his senses.
Nine
“Say that again.”
Ethan chuckled at his brother’s response, but Dane wasn’t joking. What the hell was his twin thinking?