“Harper, what are you…?”
“I want you,” I said, my words coming out raspy. I spoke the raw truth because, well because when it came to Alex, it seemed that’s all I had.
His eyes widened slightly. He stared at me, his gaze searching and darkening at once. I lifted a hand, because I couldn’t help it, and traced along the edge of his strong jaw. His jaw tightened under my touch. His gaze went from hot to scorching, all the while he didn’t say a word. My pulse had gone wild and I could hardly breathe. I traced down along his neck and over his chest, swallowing at the hard muscled planes under my palm. I wanted to feel his skin. So I did. I slipped my hand under his shirt and sighed at the feel of his skin—hot and smooth. His shirt bunched over my wrist as I pushed it up.
Alex suddenly moved,
