Page 13 of Goal Line Love

He still doesn’t promise, but I don’t think I need him to.

I just need him.

I clasp my mouth to his and the fever inside of me spikes. He’s the only medicine I want.

Our tongues tangle, first gently, but as his fingers move around and dig into ass and the feeling is divine. It’s possessive but not in a demanding way, but a this is mine and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you mine.

A part of me wants to be his. But then there’s that one percent that fears what that’ll mean.

Giving up a part of me?

Losing control again?

Falling and then cracking?

I never expected a gorgeous man like Harrison Briggs to be interested in me, but here we are.

His hands trail up my back and into my hair, pulling at the tendrils that are pinned into chaos on my head. I thought I should do something subdued, not to draw attention, but Aria took over and created something that resembled a swirling tornado, something that I feel inside at this moment. My heart ticks so fast that I’m sure he can hear it.

His fingers pull on the zipper, the sound crackling through the mahogany walled room, and as soon as it stops, we hear a throat clear behind the couch, and we both freeze, lips to lips.

“Um… sorry folks,” Colt chuckles through the words. “My lovely wife left her antacids in her purse… on the coffee table.”

I drop my forehead to Harrison’s collar bone. Embarrassment heating my skin from my toes to my scalp. Harrison tries to cover my back with a blanket from the back of the sofa.

Why? Why were we doing this here like two horny teenagers?

I know… I couldn’t help myself. I find this man so viscerally attractive. From his physical appearance to his humor to his helping those who are in need, like children with cancer… and me with the article. He’s the full package. My clit pulses when I move and brush over his full man package.

I whimper and he chuckles.

“I know, baby. It’s killing me, too.”

I can hear Colt’s feet pad across the wood floor, grab something behind me and then pad out.

“Have a good night,” he says as he exits, but then we hear from the hallway, “We both sleep hard. No worries.”

Harrison chuckles, but I’m finding this way less funny.

I rise up and keep the dress barely hanging over my chest. “Maybe we should continue this upstairs?”

I swear the Flash doesn’t move that quickly. In seconds, I’m over his shoulder and he’s bounding the stairs like they’re ice—quick and smooth.

And we’re in his room.

Alone.

And there’s no other place I’d like to be.

Harrison

She stands near the doorway and lets her dress drop to the floor. Only in a pair of panties and a strapless bra, her eyes burn, raging like the wildfires that happen in these parts of the mountain. She’s my own catastrophic event— untrusting of me. Unseeing how much she already means to me. And unknowing that I could be everything.

Every.

Thing.

To her.

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