Harmony and High Heels (Fort Worth Wranglers 2)

Not that she was going to let him know he’d gotten her goat. Harmony didn’t have any back-down in her. It was another thing he liked about her.

Which was why he wasn’t surprised when she said, “The only pressing matter I have besides frying up the rest of these donuts is coming up with new and fantastically horrible ways to ruin my mother’s reputation and torment my brother-in-law into letting my sister come on vacation with me next week.” She poured cream into the melted chocolate as she spoke, then whisked everything together so vigorously that her Double D’s bounced.

Dalton had to work really hard not to groan. And to keep his eyes above her neck.

“Any ideas on how you’re going to do that?”

“No. But the day is young.” She turned then and ran one hand straight up the row of buttons in the center of his custom-made dress shirt. “Do you have any ideas on what I can do?” She paused for a second, let her voice go breathy. “On what we can do?”

It was as amusing as it was arousing, and he had to tell himself to cool it as his dick twitched in his pants. He wasn’t going to fuck Harmony yet, no matter how much she wanted him to. If he did, she’d think she had the upper hand, and that so wasn’t how this was going to go down.

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve got to get to work.”

“Work is so boring,” she said, leaning forward until the tips of those magnificent breasts of hers were pressed against his chest. He nearly caved when he felt how hard her nipples were—and the rings she had pierced through them. Fuck, she was a wild one. “Wanna know what I think we should do?”

He had a feeling he knew exactly what she thought they should do, and any other time—with any other woman—he would have already had her ass on the counter and her legs over his shoulders. But Harmony Wright wasn’t any other woman. She was a five-alarm fire, and he was damned if he was going to be the one who got burned.

“I don’t have a clue.” He quirked his brow in a way he knew would set her on edge. “Why don’t you fill me in.”

Sure enough, her eyes narrowed even more, the smile on her face turning downright nasty as she answered, “I think we should have sex.”

“Do you now?”

“I really, really do.”

She stepped even closer, went so far as to hook a hand around the back of his neck and pull his head down to her. Heat sizzled between them, and for a second his mind went blank and his body took over. It would be so easy to say yes, so easy to take her a thousand different ways and make her beg for more.

But she wasn’t ready for that yet, and he wasn’t about to give into it. So instead of bending her over the counter as they both so desperately wanted, he brought a hand up to her cheek. Stroked his thumb over her mouth and whispered, “If only it were that simple.” She slipped her arms around his neck. “What could be simpler than sex?”

“Not having sex.” Although, now that he thought about it, that wasn’t very simple either.

“That’s not simple,” she purred as she rubbed herself against him. “That’s just boring.”

Finally, something they agreed on. But right now, he was pretty sure boring was the way to go. No matter what his dick was telling him.

“So, what …” He nodded to the island. “We just go at it right here?”

“Absolutely. But I get to be on top. Marble can get pretty cold.”

Oh, he knew she wanted to be on top, just like he knew it had nothing to do with the marble being cold. What a disappointment she was in for when they finally hit the sheets, because he didn’t bottom for anyone.

Rolling up onto the balls of her feet, she pressed her mouth to the sensitive spot right beneath his ear. “Now would be an ideal time for you to kiss me.”

“And here I was thinking it would be an ideal time for you to ice my donuts.”

It was her turn to quirk a brow. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

He grinned. “Something like that.”

“So why don’t you show me?” She pressed her hips into his, and when her eyes widened he knew the game was up. Playing it cool was one thing. Hiding his erection was something else entirely.

“There’s something you should know about me,” he told her as he unlatched her arms and set her a foot away from him. “I don’t take orders well.”

“Ooooh, playing hard to get.” Her royal blue eyes were hooded and sexy. “I like it. But you should know, I like to be in charge.”

And to prove it, she reached behind her neck and untied her bikini. The straps fell down to her waist, taking the two triangles of red fabric covering her nipples with them.

They were every bit as extraordinary as he’d imaged they would be. Full D-cups with perfect pink nipples—and he’d been right about the piercings. Both nipples were decorated with tiny silver rings.