Page 46 of Surprise Baby for Mr. Fischer

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Harper

Ahand rubbing slowcircles on my hip was the best way to wake up. So was being tucked up against a warm, hard body. I stretched as a satisfied smile spread across my face. Last night was amazing. I’d almost forgotten why I tried to institute the no hanky panky rule. Maybe I was wrong to think it would complicate things between us.

“Good morning,” Lincoln whispered in my ear, playfully nipping at my earlobe.

I giggled and ducked my head. When had I started giggling? Not that I was super serious, but I’d always associated giggling with my boy-crazy sister, Haven, and how she’d bat her eyes and giggle at the stupidest things some guys said. And here I was ... giggling. I couldn’t find it in myself to care. “Morning.”

Then the mood shifted. He pushed me onto my back, his arms caging me in. He leaned in to kiss me. Realizing his intention, I batted him away and covered my mouth just in time.

“Ow, what was that for?” He sat up and clutched his shoulder, exaggerating his pain.

“Morning breath. And don’t try to play like I hurt you.” I wiggled out from under him. “Any chance you have an extra toothbrush?”

“Nope.”

I climbed out of bed, snagging his T-shirt on the way and putting it on. Knowing he was watching, I put an extra swing in my step.

“You didn’t have to put anything on, you know,” he grumbled.

I finger-brushed my teeth quickly and came back. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbed for me as I got close. His fingers curled around my waist. “Although, if you had to wear anything, at least it was my shirt. You look sexy with it hanging off your shoulder like that.” To demonstrate his point, he kissed my exposed shoulder.

A shiver ran through me at his words.

“Why don’t you climb back into bed, and we can spend the day together?” He tugged me closer and pressed his lips to mine. My tongue swirled into his mouth, my body arching into his to eliminate the sliver of space between us. I groaned. Already my body was betraying me, and I was weakening. I craved his touch.

I needed to get away from the bed now, or I never would. “I can’t.” I had to record an episode of my vlog today. I shifted my hands to his forearms, damn, his forearms were so hot. I forced myself to meet his gaze. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know what. You’ve got that sexy smolder look down, and it’s making me want to jump you.” I clenched my thighs together, forcing myself to be strong.

A grin lit up his face. “I wouldn’t protest.”

I bit my lip. I had to stay focused. “Lincoln—”

“Harper.”

I had to step away from him, or I would cave. He exuded some kind of magical sex pheromones.

Lincoln sighed and stood.

I averted my eyes from his nakedness, but it didn't matter. I didn't need to see him to remember his body—the tight, corded biceps that lifted me like I weighed nothing, the defined pecs easing into a six pack to drool over, and the legs. Wow, his legs. When had I ever swooned over a guy’s calves? He must swim or lift cars with them orsomethingbecause they were gorgeous.

He was too damn sexy for his own good. “You’re not playing fair.”

“Who said we had to play fair?” His hand lightly ran down my arm on his way to the dresser.

Goosebumps emerged, leaving a trail to remind me of his touch. “We need to work. I have to finish up here so I can do ... something.”