Chances

Joy flooded Wyck's face at her admission. Ever so slowly, Wyck lowered his head, giving Harper time to pull away if she chose. When she didn't, he captured her lips in a tender kiss. Harper melted into him, the awkward tension of recent weeks dissolving.

As the kiss deepened, she opened for him with a sigh. Wyck's tongue found hers, slowly at first, then more demanding. One large hand slid up to cradle Harper's head while the other pressed firmly into the small of her back, molding her soft curves against the hard planes of his muscular body.

Harper speared her fingers through his dark waves, anchoring him to her. The kiss obliterated everything except this moment. When Wyck nibbled at her full lower lip, then soothed it with his tongue, Harper trembled, heat building.

Sliding both hands into her hair, Wyck dislodged the clip holding it loosely in place. When her honey-blonde tresses tumbled around her shoulders in waves, he tunneled his fingers through the silken strands, angling her