Summer Breeze Kisses - Addison Moore Page 0,214

tell me something about yourself.” I study the curve of her cheek, nothing but a sheer cliff. I’ve never seen cheekbones that high. “Something nobody else knows about you.”

“You’re into secrets, huh?” She bites down on that full, luscious lip, and my boxers perk to life. “I’m afraid of heights.” She shrugs it off as if it’s no big deal. “But who isn’t, right?”

“Me.” I give a slight wink and she swats me over the knee. Something in me cinches at the thought of being swatted by Harper.

“Seriously. Half the people in the world are. It’s not some obscure phobia or anything. Just don’t make any plans to drive me to the nearest ledge and expect me to throw my arms in the air and scream I’m the king of the world. Not happening.”

“Duly noted. Anything else?”

“I love to stuff my face with gummy bears.” Her eyes dip to my crotch as if I’ve got a big one tucked out of sight. And hell, I wish I did. “I’m also part Blackfoot Indian on my father’s side. People think that’s something.”

“That just upped your cool factor by two hundred percent.” That must be where the stunning bone structure comes from, that smooth honey skin.

Her brows hike into her forehead. “Just two hundred?”

“Two fifty.”

We share a quiet laugh, and an awkward lull hits the conversation.

“So that kiss.” She takes a deep breath. “I mean, wow—are you always that much of a powerhouse, or were you pulling out all the stops for me? Inquiring minds want to know.” Her leg grazes over mine, and something quickens in me at the touch of her skin.

“That was me on half-speed. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” I give a sly wink, but my face heats at the idea I just brazenly set it out there like that.

“I’ll admit, I’m a little rusty.” Her cheeks brighten like cherries. “It’s been a while since Justin and I did just about anything.” She swallows hard, and I can’t help but lean in and close the gap between us.

“Rusty, huh?” My finger glides down her cheek, soft as summer rain. “Maybe we should practice a little, just to make sure you’ve got your A game when it’s show time.”

“Right.” She sets down her glass as her face continues to darken. “I’d hate to zig and for you to zag. Our noses could collide and we’d be a laughing stock.”

A moment bounces by with our eyes locked over one another, and the air grows electric between us. “I wouldn’t want for that to happen.”

She glances to the kitchen. “I think we have a few minutes before the pizza is done. Maybe we should make the best of it?”

I pull her over my lap, my breathing already erratic, and for a second our eyes widen in tandem. Harper looks like someone who stepped out of the pages of a magazine, an exotic creature, something unearthly. When I saw her for the first time a few weeks back, I remember thinking she can’t be real—and here she is, mounting me like we’re about to get it on.

“Those lips,” I whisper as I press her head down to mine. Our mouths fuse together, wet and hot while her hips land over mine, putting all her weight into it. This time my body perks to life and I don’t stop it. Don’t want to.

Harper is a master in my mouth, dominating it in the very best way. Her cool hands float up my shirt, and the feel of her skin touching over mine drives a thick groan up my throat. We kiss for what feels like hours, ten blissful weeks. My hands tug at her hair, rake up and down her back as I press her body over mine. Harper has a body, a woman’s body with curves in all the right places. My hands float down to her hips and I give a gentle squeeze, just begging to drive her down over me like a ragdoll. I want her. Hell, my body needs her. Our kisses grow more erratic, messier by the moment, and just as I’m about to flip her onto the couch and take her, the smoke alarm goes off.

We pull apart abruptly, her lips bloated and red with fury.

“I’d better take care of that.” I head to the kitchen and shove a broom handle at the alarm, slapping the crap out of it until it shuts the hell up. Then soon after I head into the bathroom and do the