79 At Your Disposal

** Harper **

His arm slammed into the wall behind her. Kisses slowed into short and breathless pants as their hands slipped away from between their bodies. His forehead fell against hers, and the heat of his skin felt almost feverish, scorching hot even against the steaming temperature of the shower.

With their chests pressed tight into each other, Harper could feel his wild heartbeat, all lost causes of a rhythm not unlike her own a few moments ago. It thrilled her to think that this was what she could do to him, to bring him such overwhelming sensations beyond his control. And the fact that he let her — that he was so willing and almost greedy about sharing this part of him with her — made her body shimmer with heat, and her mind was adrift in golden delight.