Finally. Becca. I knocked on the door with two knuckles, and the door flew open. Her face was bare, her hair up in a bun, and she wore an extra-large rugby shirt that went to her knees. She was fucking adorable.
“Oh, hello.” She smiled, her cheeks already pink. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“May I come in?”
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and glanced down the hallway. “Will we get caught? Is it safe?”
“Do you want to get caught?” I lowered my voice, taking a step into the bedroom. Her light vanilla scent enveloped me, calming and enticing me. “We’ll have to be real quiet.”
Something flashed across her face. Concern, worry. Something I couldn’t pinpoint. I wanted to ask about it but never got the chance.
She fisted my shirt and yanked me closer to her as heat entered her eyes. “I can probably manage to be quiet. It depends on what you do to my body.”
“Mm, I love doing things to your body.”
“Were you talking to yourself out in the hallway? Giving yourself a pep talk?I, Harrison, am sexy. I’m the man. I’m the best in bed, oh yeah.”
The way she lowered her voice had me laughing, and I wasted no time kissing her. She giggled against my mouth, and I backed her up until her knees hit the bed, causing both of us to land on the soft mattress. “I do not sound like that.”
I moved my lips down to her neck. She always smelled so damn good. She squirmed beneath me, and I bit down.
She moaned, arching her back and pressing her body against mine. “I bet you were talking to yourself, building yourself up with all sorts of stupid pickup lines to impress me. I mean, I am a pretty intimidating woman. Everyone is afraid of me.”
The audacity of this woman. I paused and positioned myself on my elbows so I could look down at her. For the briefest of moments, I fantasized about a life with her: playful, happy, sunny. Laughter, and chocolate, and a teammate who was rooting for me through rain or shine.
Kissing and cuddles, memories. Joy.
Total opposite of my ex. She was along for the winning, not the losing side of life. Relationships required both.
That’s why Blair and Becca were so important. Something plucked in my chest, a quiet want making me think about asking for more, but I ignored it. I studied her, content with being with her in the moment.
Her eyelashes were crazy long, and the night-light showcased the shape of her face. I pressed my lips to her forehead, not quite able to express what I was feeling. “You are a marshmallow. Not intimidating.”
“Lies.” She must have had no idea of my inner turmoil and tickled my sides. “Admit it. You’re scared of me because I’m so awesome.”
“You do scare me, a little.” My throat dried up when she moved her hands from my sides up to my chest. I loved how she touched me like she wanted me, cared for me.
“I’ve been wanting your hands on me all damn day,” I growled.
“Are you always so insatiable?” Her voice dropped, all low and husky. Becca was gorgeous on any given day, but throw in that deep voice and she owned me. “I’m not one to have a sex drive this high, but you’ve turned me into this… fiend.”
“I’m glad I have that effect on you, Becca.” I slid my hands beneath her shirt, groaning at all the soft, bare skin under there. “Were you waiting for me, thinking about my hands on your naked body?”
“Yes.” She arched her back when I found two pebbled nipples, teasing them with my fingers until she let out a strangled cry. “Mm, that feels good.”
“Your skin feels so good.” My voice cracked. Her breasts were the perfect size. Her reaction to the slightest touch was enough to get me hard. Just a brush of my palm over her pebbled tips sent her arching off the bed. “So sensitive.”
“So good.” Her eyes slammed shut, and her chest heaved.
I followed her curves down to her hips, loving how smooth her skin was beneath my calloused hands. She parted her legs for me, not hiding a damn thing about her body. I trailed the sides of her legs and inside her thighs, just barely touching where she needed.
She reached out and gripped my arm, digging her nails into it. “Harrison.”
My name was all she said, but it was loaded with need, want, and emotion.
“Please,” she moaned.
How could I not give her what she wanted? I slid down the bed, my knees hitting the floor with a slight thud. “I want to make you feel good.”
