Page 43 of Hard Ball

“Thank fuck,” I whisper as I grab her hand, not caring that we’re missing the last half hour of the film or the fact that it’s very obvious as to why we’re leaving. All I care about is getting her out of this theater and out to my truck.

The second we reach my truck, I spin her, pinning her to the passenger side door as my lips take her once more. Her lips devour mine as I growl, loving the way she melts against me as my arms circle her waist and keep her exactly where I want her.

“I need to take you home or I’m going to go insane.”

She slides her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer as she brings her lips back to mine, and I can’t help but do the same.

“Seriously, Sunshine, if we don’t leave now, we’ll be arrested for indecent exposure.”

She grins wickedly, her hands traveling down my stomach until she’s resting against the growing cock in my pants. “Let’s go then,” she whispers against my ear. “Because I am two seconds away from taking you in my mouth.”

I stiffen as those deft little fingers wrap around my cock, my head lowering to her shoulder as I start to growl against her neck.

“Jesus, woman,” I groan, taking her hand in mine and pulling her fingers from my hardness. I softly press a kiss to her palm as a shiver visibly goes through her body.

“Let’s go.” The demand has me turning, opening her door, and helping her into her seat. When she’s set, I lean in, kiss her quickly and hope to God we can make it back to my place before I lose my ever-loving mind.

18

Harper

The tension inside the truck is thick. All I can think about is what his hand felt like against my thigh when we were in that theater and the promises he gave with every pass of his lips across mine.

“Are we going to your place?” I ask, not recognizing the neighborhood.

One of his hands leaves the steering wheel and reaches for one of mine. When he brings it to his lips and kisses the inside of my wrist, I whimper.

“It’s closer. I need to get you inside and alone before I pull this truck over and take you right here.”

The image paints itself and it’s incredibly sexy.

“Don’t you dare think about it. Yes, it would be incredibly hot and sexy if you straddled my lap in this truck and rode me until we were both screaming.”

I take a breath because his words light a fire inside me.

“But the first time I get to feel your heat will not be inside my truck. You will be spread out on my sheets and at my mercy while I devour every inch of you.”

“Josh…” I whisper, not knowing how to respond to that but take a breath and hope to God his place is close because I don’t know how much longer I can sit in this seat without mounting him like it’s my damn job.

“Almost there,” he says, his hand resting on my thigh as my hips lift at the contact. “Harper… behave,” he demands but I can’t, not when his fingers are so close to where I want them, not when I can smell his cologne and it’s doing crazy things to my libido. His fingers grip my thigh hard as he pulls into the parking garage of a very nice, very expensive condo.

Thank God.

The second he parks, we’re both out of the truck and making our way to the elevator. It doesn’t take long for the doors to open and when they shut behind us, it’s like everything explodes and I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine.

“Harper, just a few more minutes,” he says, his groan telling me he wants to sink into this feeling right now but knows that we’re still in public.

I never thought I would be the type to do something like this in public. I never really liked kissing when other people were around but right now I am so on edge that I don’t think I would care if someone came into the elevator with us, I’d still attack him the way I am right now. I want him that badly.

Just as he’s about to pull me away, the door dings and he leads us down the hall. He stops in front of his door and instead of opening it like I assumed he would, he pushes me against it, taking my lips in a punishing kiss that leaves me breathless and weak in the knees.

“You have no idea how much I want to sink inside you right now. I don’t even know if I can wait to get inside,” he murmurs against my lips as his fingers slip under my skirt and find my bare, wet pussy. “Shit. If I knew you were this desperate, I would have let you fuck my fingers on the way home.”

I never expected Josh to be a dirty talker, but it’s a delightful surprise. His words envelop me as I lean my head back against the closed door as his fingers find my clit and circle it lightly.

I shudder. My hands grip the front of his pants as his lips trail kisses down my neck. “Open the fucking door, Josh,” I demand, loving this feeling but wanting so much more, and that can only happen once we’re inside and alone.

He does as I ask, quickly closing it before he pushes me against it once more. This time I know we’re alone and that makes all the difference.

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