"Harry could get it for free." Amusement flooded his startling blue eyes.

"I'm not Harry?"

"No," Reese shook her head at him. "Harry doesn't act like an asshat." Her slur earned her bark of laughter.

"You sure about that?"

"I know Harry. I knew him before you..."

"You've been gone a long time, darlin," he interrupted. "People change. Or haven't you noticed." She watched as his long fingers tapped rhythmically against the top of his knee. "You may not like me or my methods, but I'm apart of Harry. Certainly a part that gets things done."

Reese fidgeted from one foot to the other. That may have been true, but he was also a part of Harry that lacked self control.

"I'm making you nervous," he noted. "That's why I'm here now." Rising from his seat, he took a step toward her. "Harry and I figured a little quality time was in order." He reached out, sliding the back of one of his fingers along the length of her jaw.

An involuntary shiver rippled down, tickling the small of her back. "Harry wanted this?" Reese asked eyebrow raised in obvious disbelief.

"I can be very convincing." His smile returned as he caught her chin between his thumb and index finger. "You can't truly love Harry, if you don't accept all of him." Tilting her head slightly to the side, he lightly brushed his lips against her cheek. She whimpered at the contact. Her brain screamed at her body in outrage. It may have been Harry's hand touching her. Harry's lips on her skin, but it didn't feel like Harry in her heart. Not the sweet boy who she'd dragged through her mischievous misadventures. Or the kind hearted man who had cradled her in his arms at night. Who'd both kept his distance and didn't abandon her during her horrible flashbacks. Reese blinked at the memory. Harry's kindness and understanding was not lost on her. Certainly he deserved the same from her. As if hearing her inner dialogue, he took a final step closer, the length of his body brushing against her.

"Let's hear my name on those lips."

"Madden..."

"Oooh... Again."

Her hands settled lightly against his chest, fingertips pressing firmly into his body. Bringing her own mouth closer to his ear, she breathed softly along his earlobe. "Madden..." It was his turn to shiver. "You were told to keep your hands to yourself." Reese pushed forward, sending him stumbling back into his seat. Confused frustration sparked in his bright eyes.

Rather than leaving him to stew in his own dissatisfaction, Reese slid her fingers under the front clasp of her bra. The violet fabric separated an inch, revealing the gentle swell of the insides of her breasts. She watched his lids lower slightly over lust darkened eyes.

"Hands to myself, huh?"

"Yep." She let the 'p' echo with a soft pop. Smirking, Madden tucked his hands behind his head, and kicked his legs out with one ankle tossed casually over the other. He painted a pretty picture of smug confidence as lounged before her, awaiting her next move. Reese pulled herself off of the wall and strolled forward until the toes of her heels bumped his shoes. She kicked lightly at his intertwined ankles knocking them apart. Leaning forward, she watched as locks of her auburn hair spilled over her shoulders and flicked teasingly against his cheeks. Her new position forced the cups of her bra farther apart, giving him a small glimpse of her pink nipples. His lips parted slightly at the newly exposed skin.

Reese's hands passed briefly over his shoulders, before sliding up both sides of his neck to rest in his dark hair. Her fingers curled in the soft waves, taking a handful in her right hand. She pulled his head back with a firm but gentle hand. Planting her knee on the cushion between his legs, she brought her face to hover just over his. The sight of his handsome face tilted up at her, eyes two pools of dark stormy waters coaxed her tongue out to slide against her suddenly dry lips. His sudden crooked grin told her that he knew he wasn't the only one getting wound up by their little session.

Plucking her knee from between his legs, Reese turned her back on the startlingly attractive sight he made. Her hands grasped the arms of his chair, bracing herself as she leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder. Arching her back, she rubbed the side of her head against his cheek. Warm air flitted through the strands of hair. She rolled a shoulder against his chest, tugging one of the cups of her bra free from her breast. The sensitive flesh of her nipple pebbling in the brisk air. Madden shifted awkwardly beneath her, the insides of his knees rubbing along her hips. Rolling the other shoulder, she felt the straps of her bra fall slack down her arms. It was a startling contrast to have the cold drafty air nipping at her front and a furnace blazing below her spine.

Reese lifted her body from its slanted perch to stand in front of him, her back to him. Letting her bra fall to the floor, she hooked her thumbs under the snug fabric of her green boy shorts. She tugged one side down until the thin strip of her thong came into view. A soft approving grunt rumbled behind her. Taking as an indication to continue, she tugged down the other side exposing the rounded swell of her butt. She glanced behind her. Madden sat with his hands tightly gripping the arms of the chair. She laughed at the sight of each white knuckle.

"Did I miss a joke," he asked, voice somewhat strained.

"No," she retorted. Eyes drifting down, she caught sight of a large lump in his lap. "Is that because of little ole me?" He glanced down. One of his hands drifted from its temporary "stress ball" to his lap. Nibbling on her lip, she watched him adjust himself through his pants. A familiar fire sparked under her skin, searing her nerves from the inside out. She turned her face forward again, not trusting herself as long as she kept him in her eyes. Focusing again on her shorts, she slid each side down until the clothing held on from her thumbs and not her hips.

"Drop em." Reese cocked her head at the command. Instead of giving in to his demand, her right thumb inched upward, trailing her clothing back up her butt. "Please." Her hand stilled at the plea. "Please, Reese." Green shorts slipped down her legs to curl about her ankles. Turning to smile triumphantly at him, she instantly regretted her arrogant decision.

The image of him clinging to his seat, visibly fighting the urge to jump up and take her for his own forced the air from her lungs. His dark hair sat slightly tousled from her earlier play, a particularly devious lock laying just over his left eye. The normally bright blue eyes staring at her from beneath lazy half hooded lids, seemed almost black in their intensity. Silent promises of unrestrained passion and subsequent aching in all the right places flashed in their depths. A bright sheen alighted along his lower lip, as though he had licked it on multiple occasions. Reese shivered at the memory of what his tongue had felt like on her skin. A sudden weakness overtook her knees. Trembling, she made her way to him. His eyes followed her movements with the dedication of a wolf trailing its prey. When she'd closed the space between them, Reese slid into his lap, her legs on either side of his waist. Praying for a moment of lessened supervision, she captured his lips with her own. His tongue snaked through her lips to stroke hers. Very little of her Harry came through in the kiss. It was rough and demanding. Forceful in the exploration of her mouth. His teeth nipped harshly at her lower lip. Yelping softly, Reese pulled away. Her fingertips brushed the tender skin. She looked up to see no apology in his lust fogged eyes. Instead she found a challenge. Looking out through the sheer curtain, she spied Dan staring hard at the pair. Nails dragged discretely up and down the outside of her thigh.

"Meet me outside."