Honestly, I had been with more than my fair share of women, and I hadn’t had a second’s hesitation about seducing any of them.
I’d also never heard a single complaint once it was over.
Fuck! The problem was that Harlow was different.
She didn’t do one-nighters.
It had to be more to her than just…sex.
And I was the guy who could fill her night with multiple orgasms, but I wasn’t sure how to give any woman…more. Probably because no women I’d ever been with had ever wanted it. They been just fine with coming until they couldn’t do it anymore.
“I just need to get to sleep, and stop obsessing over Harlow Lewis,” I grumbled.
I looked at Tango and pointed toward his bed. “Dude, get in your own bed. You know better. You’re a bed hog.”
Tango was too damn big to crash on my bed, and liked his room to stretch out. He’d commandeer the whole mattress if I let him.
He also snored worse than a full-grown guy.
He shot me a fuck-you look, and hopped off the bed and into his own.
“Good boy,” I praised gruffly.
I was just tossing the comforter and sheet back when I heard the bedroom door open. There was one small creak when it opened. It was barely noticeable, but it was audible to me. Probably because I was trained to hear just about any unusual noise.
I jerked my head to look at Tango, and saw that his tail was wagging.
Molly sprinted past me and bounced on top of Tango because she obviously wanted to share his bed.
“Molly, how did you get in here?”
She never left Harlow anymore, even though Harlow hadn’t had a nightmare in quite a while. The two of them were bonded.
“My fault. I let her in,” Harlow said in a husky voice.
I turned, glad I hadn’t shucked my boxer briefs or Harlow would have gotten way more than she’d bargained for by dropping in.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, immediately wondering if she’d had another nightmare.
“Nothing,” she answered with a shrug.
She was trying to act nonchalant, but her eyes were roaming over me like she’d never seen a half-naked guy before.
I stared back at her, unable to keep my eyes off her scantily clad body.
Okay, the white, halter nightgown she was wearing covered her body down to her ankles, but the silky material was fairly thin. It wasn’t overly sexy, but on Harlow, it was completely sensual.
“What do you need, Harlow?” I asked curiously. There weren’t many things she didn’t know how to find in this house anymore.
She closed the door and leaned against it. “I want you. I’m here to seduce you. I think I’ve waited long enough for you to make a move, so I’m making one.”
Holy fucking fantasies! She couldn’t possibly be serious. She looked nervous as hell and ready to bolt.
“You have to be screwing with me,” I scoffed.
“No, what I’m saying is that I’d like to be screwing you,” she said in a soft voice.
“Come on, Harlow. What do you really need? You’re killing me here.”
“I’m serious, Jax. I know I’m one of the most boring women on the planet, and I’m not really all that good at this whole seduction thing. Well, actually I’ve never really tried it. I’ve never been exceptional at flirtation, either. And you know I bombed at the whole club scene. I’m just a science nerd who would really like you to fuck me. God, isn’t it past time to get naked and sweaty together? I’m really tired of waiting,” she finished with a groan.
My cock was ready to burst the seams of my boxer briefs, but my brain was still trying to figure out what she’d just said.
Had Dr. Harlow Lewis really just asked me to fuck her? Holy hell, I knew she wasn’t screwing with me. She would have started laughing a long time ago. Right now, she looked vulnerable, and I was fairly certain she really had just offered her body to me.
My heart was slamming against my chest wall as I just stared at her.
I didn’t care if she had no experience with being the seducer.
I didn’t care if she thought she was boring. Well, except for the fact that it wasn’t true.
I didn’t care if she wasn’t flirty or the kind of woman who could flaunt it in the club scene.
Harlow was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and she had just sealed her fate by walking into the lion’s den.
Maybe she wasn’t practiced with seduction, but I had no problem taking