Chapter Four
Harper
I looked up at Alex and fought to keep from laughing. This man, tall and so fit every inch of him appeared sculpted from stone, was trying to sweet talk a cat. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about our kiss—the recollection was seared into my body and brain. Yet, I’d somehow convinced myself in the intervening week that I’d imagined the chemistry between us. I’d been definitively wrong. The second I saw him, I was reminded he was like flint to stone. He struck sparks inside me that threatened to send me up in flames.
He stood before me, his presence strong and quiet. His shirt was wet and outlined every inch of his muscled chest and arms. He was all corded muscle and sinew. Once again, I wanted to lick him all over—he looked so deliciously sexy. I was used to bei
