Page 9 of The Mating Fire
It’s only biology.
Genetics.
No, it is not. You want me because you want me to impregnate you, drive into you time after time, releasing my seed until your belly swells with my child… biology, that’s right. Ha ha.
Goodness gracious. Harper turned away, both turned on and troubled by the deep voice in her mind. Her frantic gaze sought Charlotte, who kept eyeing Hot and Sexy at the bar. Charlotte mouthed “Wow” to her and gave a thumbs up.
Harper shook her head. Surely the man invading her thoughts had been pure imagination, brought on by too much work and worries about her thesis.
The server stopped by, and Harper apologized for breaking the glass. As the woman carefully took away the shards, Harper struggled to regain her lost composure.
She peeked at the man again.
Slight disappointment filled her as she realized he lost interest and talked to a newcomer, another man sitting next to him.
Yeah, he’s probably gay. Well, good for him. I’m here to meet someone.
Yet she was still painfully aware of him, feeling as if his gaze burned into her back. Here to meet a man she met over the internet, how could she care about other men? Yet she couldn't deny both her fascination and her acute sexual interest .... who was he?
Sexually speaking, she had zero interest in men for a few years. The one time she had a boyfriend as an undergrad, she stripped down to her panties in his dorm room…and froze.
As much as she liked him and enjoyed his company, Harper wanted to have sex with him as much as she wanted to lie on a bed of nails.
Simon hadn’t understood and afterward, it was all downhill, including his erection. Nothing like a woman asking if they could study for upcoming test instead of screwing to shrivel an erection.
They broke up shortly afterward.
Harper turned her head.
Two women came over next to Tall, Dark and Sexy, chatting with him. He ignored them, staring at his drink. Finally, the women walked away. She felt a slight bout of victory, as if she’d scored something…
What?
Harper blew out a breath. She moved her chair around so her back was to Sexy, and she could see the hostess stand better.
Forget that guy at the bar. He wasn’t really interested. Perhaps her blind date would be the guy she needed to fill her lonely nights.
All that hot and bothered stuff was product of an overactive, lonely imagination that relied on her vibrator running smoothly instead of finding a guy to ease her body’s needs.
She didn’t want the guy at the bar, no matter how sexy he appeared.
Chapter 5
“I
should break her vibrator,” he mused aloud.
Not that Harper Ashley, the woman destined to save him, needed one. Surely plenty of men chased after her.
She was shapely, with nice curves, with ruler-straight bangs and equally ruler-straight black hair tumbling past her shoulders. Her skin looked soft to the touch, so pale it seemed nearly translucent. Though her face might be considered plain to some, he saw keen intelligence stamped on it and her smile at the server made her attractive. Too far away to determine her eye color, Jared still reasoned she was nice looking.
He tired of screwing women who were so thin they practically melted into the mattress.
Jared glanced at the immortal wizard who had joined him at the bar. “I could easily do it and then she’d fall into my bed.”
“You’re not exactly being courtly, for a man who is supposed to court a woman. You’re here to flirt and romance Harper Ashley, not to seduce her.” Xavier, the Crystal Wizard, shook his head.
Jared grinned slyly at the wizard. “Mind fucks can be quite pleasurable. She seemed to enjoy it.”
