Page 59 of Score to Settle
I laugh and shake my head. “Really,” I say, taking a step closer. “I don’t see you as a player, Jake. I see the man whocomes to a black-tie dinner because he knows I’m going to have a hard time. The man who puts others before himself, always.” My words come in a breathy rush.
“Harper,” he whispers.
I take a final step forward as Jake’s eyes lock with mine. He looks utterly gorgeous. His dark hair is ruffled from where he’s raked his hand through it. The stubble on his face just as dark. He’s wearing a white tee that clings to every muscle and those low-slung basketball shorts I lusted over on our first weekend together.
Jake’s eyes burn with desire as he draws me into him. He lifts his thumb to brush across my cheek, tracing a line down my face, my neck, and all the way to the edge of my camisole. My nipples are pushing against the silk and I know he sees by the hardness of his dick pressing against my stomach as I lean slowly into his body.
Giving him time to turn me down, I reach up to slip my arms around his neck, and just as I think he’s going to push me away, he reaches down and grips the back of my thighs, picking me up like I weigh nothing. I press my lips to his and wrap my legs around his waist, and he turns, carrying me into his bedroom with determined strides, kicking the door shut with his foot without moving his lips from mine.
TWENTY-NINE
JAKE
The need to have Harper right here, right now consumes me. She slips her tongue into my mouth and our kiss intensifies with the longing I’ve felt since the night we shared the hotel room together. Before that, even. I can’t remember a time when Harper wasn’t in my head, taking over my every thought.
I’m torn, pulled apart by how much I want to rip her silk shorts from her body and slide the entire length of my dick straight into her hot pussy until she’s screaming for more just like she did the other night. But there’s another part of me that wants to take this slow again, to savor every touch and kiss and feeling.
Her hands slide under my tee and around the waistband of my shorts. My dick is straining to be unleashed but I pull my lips away from hers and stare at her, eyes tracking over her beautiful face. Her gaze is heavy-lidded, filled with desire as I carry her to the bed, laying her down on the covers and standing over her so she’s looking up at me.
“I want you so bad it hurts.” My voice is half growl, half whisper.
A slow smile spreads over her face. “Jake Sullivan, I’ve fantasized about being in your bed ever since I left the other morning.”
“Just since then?” I tease.
She huffs a laugh. “Fine. I’ve fantasized about being with you for ten years. So don’t you dare cut this short.”
“No intention of that, sweetheart.” I move onto the bed and kneel over her, allowing a hand to trail over her toned stomach, loving the way she shivers at my touch. “You’ve fantasized about this moment? Tell me what you imagined me doing.”
Her smile turns coy. “There was a lot of kissing.”
I lean close, brushing my lips against the side of her neck. “Here?”
“Yes.” She makes a noise in her throat as I trace my lips to her collarbone.
“Here?”
“Yes,” she says and this time her voice is a breathy whisper.
I hook my finger under the strap of her camisole and slide it down over her shoulder. Desire burns in me at the sight of her exposed breast, nipple hard and wanting. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?”
Before she can answer, I pull the other strap from her shoulder so I have a full view of both of her perfect breasts and dip my head to run my tongue over one nipple. She groans in pleasure and the sound makes my dick twitch.
“Did you imagine me kissing you here?” I ask, my tongue circling the tight bud of nerves.
She gasps. “Yes.”
I move to the other nipple, enjoying the tremble of her body beneath me.
She reaches up, pulling at my tee. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I grin. “So are you.” With both hands, I slide the silk of her camisole down her body, taking the cute little shorts with them and throwing them to the floor. I stand back, admiring every curve of her naked body on my bed.
“Jake,” she pleads and the sound of my name on her lips is all the encouragement I need. I pull off my tee and slide out of my shorts. My dick springs out, thick and hard and jerking at the sight of Harper’s eyes on it. I position myself between her legs, nudging her knees apart as I kiss her breasts, my hands exploring her body. As my fingers trail over her clit, she arches into me, hungry for more, and I oblige, sliding a finger inside her.
I let my teeth graze her nipple before I say, “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Hell yes,” she groans as my fingers return to circling her clit.
