Free Jilted in January by Clarice Wynter

pants. She wanted to help, but her fingers were shaking and weak. He finally pushed her hands away. “It’s okay. I’ve got it.”
    She nodded, afraid to speak, terrified she’d say something to blow this perfect moment. Fortunately he got his pants off and the condom on and was kissing her again before she managed to form any words that might break the spell.
    She opened to him, needing the connection more than anything. He obliged, gently at first, tentative ly. Their eyes locked. He put himself inside her, and she sighed with the sensation and kissed him though a moan of pleasure.
    “Oh, my —Harper. God…” Grant began to move, slowly, with measured strokes as if he might be afraid to lose control. She guided him with her hips, urging him with kisses that became more demanding by the second.
    “I won’t break, Grant.”
    He buried his face in the crook of her neck and clutched her tightly, his body rigid and his breathing fast and hard. “You’ve already broken me.” After that he let go. The caveman in him surfaced, and he took her over the edge in three powerful strokes.
    She lay beneath him, panting, petting his hair and the taut skin of his shoulders while his heart raced with hers. The bridal suite had never looked so good.
    “Come home with me?” she said finally when he raised his head to meet her gaze.
    He smiled and ran a thumb over her bottom lip. “I thought you’d never ask.”

 
Chapter Nine
     
     
    Hours later Grant lay in Harper’s bed, watching the cold blue light of dawn turn slowly golden. She was curled beside him, her hair tickling his chest, her hand spread across his stomach. If anyone had predicted a few hours ago that he would wake up with this exquisite creature in his arms, he’d have thought they were crazy.
    She stirred , and he wrapped his arms around her and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Good morning.”
    She mumbled something, then her head popped up , and she looked at him. “Hi.” She seemed almost surprised to find him stretched out on her lavender sheets with her flowered comforter tucked under his chin.
    He raised a brow. “ Hi, I’m Grant. Maybe you don’t remember me, but we had sex about four times last night.”
    She moaned and ducked her head under her pillow. “This is why I’ve got to stop drinking in the middle of the week.”
    He waited a full second before diving under the covers to punish her for that irreverent remark. She shrieked while he tickled her , and the shrieks became moans of delight as he found other ways to make her repent. Before long her moans became sighs of satisfaction, and once again she lay across him, her breathing deep and regular, while he stroked his fingers up and down the sensuous curve of her back.
    “This is a nice way to wake up,” he said, shifting so his legs entwined with hers.
    “How long has it been since you woke up with someone?”
    He thought of his last relationship. “About a year. I’ve been so busy with work, I hadn’t really thought about being with anyone, until I met you.”
    “No dates, nothing?” He lifted her head and busied herself tracing circles on his chest with her thumb.
    “A few. I work weekends. I find a lot of women don’t appreciate that.”
    “Hmm.” She nodded. “I guess that’s hard on someone who works all week long and wants to go out Friday and Saturday nights.”
    “You work all week long.” This wasn’t a road he wanted to go down at the moment. No use lying in bed trying to figure out why they would never work out as a couple.
    She sat up, smiling. “Apparently I work weekends too, making centerpieces. And…oh crap. It’s Wednesday.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Part of that pesky week I have to work.” She threw herself across him, which he didn’t mind in the least, and grabbed her alarm clock off the nightstand. “I’ve got an hour and a half. Whew. Can I make you some breakfast?”
    “Baby, I just had breakfast.” He rolled her over and kissed the back of