Page 68 of Score to Settle
“With you wearing that—definitely not.”
Unable to resist any longer, I capture her lips in a searing kiss. She responds by wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body to mine.
“Are you sure we’re OK to be here?” she says when we pull apart.
I nod, and when I speak, my voice is husky. “But maybe you should get in the water before I fuck you against this wall.”
She turns and dives gracefully into the water. Then she swims like the last time—strong, even strokes, giving herself to the workout. This time, I float around, allowing the water to ease my muscles.
When Harper is finished, she draws to the side of the pool and catches her breath.
“Sauna?” she asks and I nod.
The heat hits me like a wall as I open the door, the air thick with the smell of heated pinewood. Harper steps inside and I follow, shutting the door behind us with a soft click. She takes a seat on the wooden bench, leaning against the wall. Beads of water still cling to her skin, glistening in the dim light. I sit beside her, our thighs touching. Anticipation crackles between us as my eyes roam over her body. She opens her eyes and catches me staring.
A sly smile plays at her lips. “So about me getting to know you better…”
“You had something in mind?”
She glances down to where I’m straining against my swim trunks and trails a finger down my chest, following the line of my abs. Her hand dips lower, skimming over the waistband. I suck in a sharp breath as she palms my length through the fabric.
Slowly, teasingly, she tugs my trunks down in the front, freeing me. My dick juts out, hard and ready, and she wraps her hand around the base, stroking upward. I groan at the touch, my head falling back against the hot wood of the walls.
She shifts to kneel between my legs, and holding my gaze she parts her lips and takes me into her mouth. The feeling of her tongue swirling my tip has me rasping out a low “fuck” as jolts of electricity race down my spine. I’ve been dreaming of having her lips on me since the first time I saw them painted in her favoritered, but I could never have imagined quite how good it would feel.
She takes me deeper, my tip hitting the back of her throat. Harper’s lips work me with slow, sensual strokes, her tongue swirling and teasing. The feeling of her mouth around my cock combined with the heat of the sauna makes me gasp. Each bob of her head takes me deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. I groan, my fingers threading through her damp hair, gently guiding her rhythm.
The sight of her lips stretched around me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. “That feels so good,” I groan.
Beads of sweat trickle down my chest from the heat, but it’s nothing compared to the fire Harper is stoking inside me. She releases me from her mouth and I almost whimper at the loss of contact. But then her hand is there, stroking me base to tip as her tongue swirls around my sensitive head and over the bead of pre-cum building there. I let out a growl as she takes me deep again. I’m so damn close already, but I need to feel more of her. I pull on the string of her bikini top, the red triangles falling away to reveal her perfect breasts. I cup them in my palms, tweaking her nipples between my fingers and she moans around my shaft.
“I’m going to come,” I rasp as the pressure builds.
She draws her mouth slowly up my length before she speaks. “Good. I want to taste you.”
Harper doubles her efforts, sucking me faster, harder. My muscles tighten as I reach the edge. Harper looks up at me through her lashes. Our eyes lock and the raw desire in her gaze as she takes me deeper into her mouth sends me hurtling over.
“I’m coming,” I growl in warning, but Harper doesn’t release me as I explode, pulsing down her throat. Harper swallows every drop of me, sucking me through my orgasm, and then slowly pulls back. She gives me a coy smile and I lean my head back against the wood and close my eyes, my head spinning.
Fuck, I am so gone.
THIRTY-FOUR
HARPER
MIA:You’re still coming to Mom’s for Christmas Eve and staying over, right?
HARPER:Wouldn’t miss it!
MIA:Great!!! Just checking you haven’t had a better offer from a sexy tight end!
HARPER:PJs and watching a cheesy Christmas movie? What could be better?
Notes for feature: I think I’m falling in love with this man.
It’s my final night at Oakwood Ranch and I’m surprised when we return from practice to find a lump of emotion building in my throat. Tomorrow, I’ll stay at Gloria’s with Mia and the rest of their family. With only a few days left of the assignment after the holiday, and Chase home for Christmas and Sunday’s game, I’m not coming back to the ranch but returning to Mia’s couch. The only thing making the time apart from Jake feel bearable is knowing that Mia and Edward are visiting his family on Saturday night, meaning Jake is going to join me at the apartment for a night in the city before Sunday’s game.
Later, as I help Mama with dinner, my gaze wanders to the window, watching Jake outside playing fetch with Buck. Mama is humming by the stove, stirring a beef stew. The fragrant aromas filling the kitchen are making my mouth water. I scoop my hair behind one ear and almost laugh at the loose plaid shirt of Jake’s I’m wearing over a tight white tank top and my jeans. I look like a different person to the journalist in the suit and stilettos that sat in this kitchen nearly five weeks ago. I feel like a different person too.
