breasts to her stomach, to her thighs and beyond.
Once her heart rate slowed, she turned, only to have it speed right back up. She stared in fascination as she watched Harm suck her essence off each finger, one-by-one, rumbling his approval. Pure desire, in its most primal form, slammed into her stomach as she watched him savor her.
Decadent satisfaction had turned his eyes so dark brown, they almost looked black. Just as he started to speak, her stomach made a gurgling sound and Jena laughed to cover her embarrassment.
Harm glanced down at her belly, an apologetic look crossing his face. “Are you hungry? All I have to offer are apples and carrots.” He gave an adorable, lopsided grin. “Horses love ‘em as a treat.”
She returned his smile with a knowing grin. “Yes, I’m hungry.” Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around his thick, rigid shaft, then raised her eyebrow suggestively as she ran her thumb over the drop of arousal moistening the tip.
Harm eyes blazed with smoldering heat. His gaze dropped to her lips, and his nostrils flared as a predatory smile quirked the corners of his lips. “Never say I don’t know how to provide the most important food group for my woman.”
His woman . That sounded just right to her. Jena pointed to the kitchen chair in front of the fireplace. “Go sit.”
Harm grinned and followed her orders. He heard her rummaging around in her purse while he moved some wet clothes to another chair. Positioning the empty chair in front of the fire, he sat, waiting for Jena.
She was the most stimulating woman. Why in the world had he let their explosive relationship go on for months before he decided to do something about it? He didn’t know what freight train finally had to hit him, but he was glad he came to his senses. His stomach tightened into knots when he realized his own stubborn convictions could have pushed this wonderful woman into another man’s arms.
Harm clenched his jaw at the mere thought. She was his. Period. He’d never felt so strongly about another person. The tension in his chest, the gnawing feeling in his stomach, and the electricity coursing through him were throwing him off-balance. It all felt like some kind of surreal dream, one that he sure as hell didn’t want to wake up from.
Jena’s hand brushing over his shoulder drew him out of his reverie. Harm clasped her around the waist, intending to bury his face against her silky breasts. “Uh-uh.” She pulled away and stood facing him. “No touching.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that the way it’s going to be?”
Nodding, she tapped her finger against her lips as she took a slow circle around the chair. The whole time she sized him up, a sexy smile played on her lips. Desire and mischief filled her gaze. She appeared to be deciding just what she wanted to do with him. Harm’s cock throbbed against his belly. He was ready as hell.
She stopped in front of him once more and laid her hands on his thighs. When she slid them to the crease in his legs and touched his sac lightly with her thumbs, he couldn’t stop the shudder that rippled through him. When she pushed his thighs further apart, Harm gritted his teeth to stay focused. The lightning lust that surged through his body at the mere thought of what she had in mind felt like he’d been punched in the balls. He lifted his hands to cup her breasts, but she backed away, shaking her head.
Now he understood. If he touched her at all, she’d stop. Harm set his jaw and clamped his hands on the bottom of the chair. Damn, it was the only way he’d keep from touching her. She was a gorgeous sight to behold, the fire reflecting off her peach-toned skin and honey-blonde hair made her appear ethereal—like his very own seductive angel. He ached to touch her just to see her cheeks flush with desire once more. Perfect breasts, more than a handful and ruby red nipples, jutted out impudently at him, teasing him, torturing him. He wanted to taste her