Third POV
"Get off me!" Harper continued to wriggle at her waist, trying to free herself from Wyatt's confinement.
"Shhhh...Take it easy," Wyatt said in a low, husky voice as he lifted her chin and made her look at him. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to prove to you how well we fit each other. "
"What do you mean..." Harper's questioning words were muffled by Wyatt with a deep kiss. He explored her mouth with his lips and tongue with such abandon that she felt her body begin to burn.
Harper fought against the tingling in her body, using her knees to push against him, but his taut muscles were hard as metal and no matter how she moved, he was indifferent.
Wyatt's soft kisses traveled from Harper's earlobe to her chin, down her neck, and to her collarbone. She gasped for breath
