Free Destiny Revealed (There's Always Tomorrow Book 2) by M.D. Saperstein Page B

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    “No, I can't.  I have a five date minimum before you get into these panties, my friend.”
    Dayne practically chokes on his beer. “Five dates?” he wheezes.
    “Hey, I have a reputation to uphold and being a slut isn't it.” Harper shrugs.
    Dammit, but he respects her for that. He hates it, but he does respect it. If he wants in her pants, he'll have to start dating her. Well shit, isn't that a good way to weed out the fuckers who only want some pussy. Now he has to decide if he’s one of those fuckers. Is she worth the risk? Maybe.
    Harper chuckles. “Unsure now? Not surprised, I get rid of a lot of losers this way.”
    Did she just call him a loser? Oh hell no!
    “Friday night, are you free?” Dayne asks.
    Harper eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Maybe, what did you have in mind?”
    “Date number one, baby.” Dayne smiles mischievously.
    Harper tries to hide her smile by taking a sip of her wine. “I hope you come up with something good because if it’s dinner and a movie, there won't be a date number two. I get bored easily,” Harper says, the challenge clear.
    Dayne's stomach flips with excitement. Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.
    “I've got something in mind, but it's gonna be a surprise,” Dayne murmurs before sipping his beer.
    Harper narrows her eyes at him with suspicion, but the little smirk on her face tells Dayne that she likes being surprised. She’s curious now and he has to keep her that way if he wants to make it to date number five. And when - not if - he makes it to date number five, he’s going to make sure that she never forgets Dayne Propers.
    “What's your policy for kissing?” Dayne asks dryly, expecting her to say the second date or something.
    Harper smiles, places her wine glass down, and skirts the counter. Dayne turns to face her. She stops right in front of him, their bodies almost touching. She seems even tinier this close up. Dayne practically shakes with need. The thought of wrapping her up in his arms and screwing her into oblivion overwhelms his mind. Harper reaches up and draws lazy circles on his t-shirted chest with her nail. Her eyes lift up to meet his.
    “For you, I'll waive my first date policy for kissing,” Harper purrs.
    Dayne snatches her wrist to stop her from driving him crazy. “Woman, I'm on thin ice here; I suggest that you don't tease me,” he growls and pushes her back against the counter, trapping her in with his hands on the counter.
    Harper's eyes flash with a mixture of emotions - excitement, desire, a little bit of fear, and carnal need. Dayne captures her delicious mouth with his, his head swimming at the contact. Her lips are silky smooth and he instantly needs more. He coaxes her mouth open with his tongue then dives inside. He can't hold back the groan that tears up his throat. She tastes as sweet as the wine that she’s drinking. Dayne is lost. He presses his body against hers and wraps his arms around her waist.
    Dayne can feel Harper clutching the back of his t-shirt. The soft breathy moans coming from her are driving him crazy. He wants to be inside of her so fucking bad. He's never felt this level of attraction before, not even to his ex. It’s this crazy animal need to take her and claim her.
    “Are you sure...about waiting...until date number five?” Dayne murmurs between kisses, dragging his lips down to her neck. He presses his hips against hers, his erection letting her know how desperately he wants her.
    Harper's breath hitches when he nips her ear, but she somehow finds her control and strength because she gently pushes him back. “Yes, I'm sure,” she breathes.
    Dayne groans in disappointment and takes another step back. She smells so good, and being this close is not helping him. Dayne rakes a hand through his hair then scrubs his face. “Fuck.” He exhales.
    Harper stands there panting, one hand to her chest. Her lips are now a dark pink and slightly swollen from kissing him. It's not like he’s been without