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seduction. “Whether I like it or not. And I’m not so sure what I think about that, Harper. And as for the other? I
can
appreciate you. I do. And I
will.”
    “Sexually,” she clarified bluntly, struggling against the allure of his quiet voice, his possessive touch and his magnetic gaze.
    “Yes,” he agreed without an ounce of apology. He kissed her lips again, plucking at her with firm, focused caresses.
    Harper found herself responding wholesale. It was like sinking into a pool of warm, deep water. Letting go . . . but knowing that she could inhale a lungful of fresh air anytime she chose.
    A breathless moment later, he lifted his head and peered down at her upturned face with a narrowed gaze. A small smile tilted his mouth at whatever he saw there.
    “It’s a nice night. How about we go poolside?” he asked.
    “Okay,” she whispered.
    This is it. You’ve crossed the line now.
Or perhaps she truly had last night, when she’d reached for his extended hand.
    He turned away. Still holding her hand, he led her inside. Harper trailed him, listening to the drumbeat in her ears grow steadily louder.

Chapter Four
    They walked up a flight of stairs to the pool deck. He led her over to a double chaise lounge that included a canopy. He felt customarily unsure . . . uncertain of what he planned to do. He wanted her. Like crazy. But he couldn’t take her in the ways to which he was accustomed. Not yet. He needed to seduce her.
    He
certainly
needed to prove he was capable of something beyond that rush of heated lust he’d subjected her to last night. Just the recollection embarrassed him. It also aroused him. At the same time, how he usually proceeded with a woman, his matter-of-fact, bold dominance wasn’t any more appropriate than his out-of-control need had been.
    He paused at the foot of the lounger, turned, and again cradled her jaw in his hands. She looked up at him, her gaze similar to that anxious yet aroused one he’d fantasized about while he masturbated twice last night . . . and again this morning.
    Too
similar.
    She felt very delicate to him. She deserved to be cherished. Surely he could manage that, for Harper’s sake?
    He kissed her mouth gently, coaxing her to open for him. When she did, her taste flooded him. It made him ache so quickly, when he’d thought himself calm. Recognizing what was happening, he forced himself to be patient as he penetrated her mouth, savoring her. She made him lose control, so he would learn her. He would learn how to master this need.
    He wasn’t Jake Tharp anymore.
    “Let’s get you out of these,” he murmured a moment later, forcing himself to break their increasingly fevered kiss. He began to unbutton her sweater, but instead paused to cup one full, firm breast.
    “I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he admitted gruffly, watching the progress of his stroking hand. “I kept thinking how soft your breasts would feel beneath this sweater . . . how good. It was driving me crazy.”
    “Really?”
    He glanced up to her face at the hint of surprise in her tone. “
You
were driving me crazy in it,” he corrected. He reached up and cradled both breasts in his hands, holding her stare. “I was wrong. You feel even better than I expected,” he murmured. He was being honest. The material was feathery soft and fit her breasts snugly. The sensation of her firm, feminine flesh beneath struck him as intensely erotic. He found the beading crests and rubbed them through her bra.
    Her lips fell open. He liked when she looked that way. Dazed. Flushed. Entranced. He liked seeing the evidence of her arousal, especially when he himself had gone stone hard at the feeling of her in his hand.
    “I hated not being able to see you last night,” he said, continuing to massage her sweater-covered breasts.
    “I know. Me, too. I mean . . . about you,” she said shakily.
    “We have plenty of light now,” he said, referring to the brilliant summer evening. Holding