Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
She grins. “Mostly tasteful. I might have to mention how you collapsed with a look of pure bliss on your face because your dick was in my mouth.”
I choke on a laugh, gripping her shoulders.
Lucy tugs at my zipper, fingers working with deliberate slowness, and my head falls back against the front door with a dull thump.
“Don’t you wish you could resist me?” she wants to know, doing her best to undo my pants.
Resist her?
I can’t.
Which is the problem.
My hands go to her arms so I can haul her up, ignoring her startled gasp. “Enough of this,” I murmur, sliding my arms around her waist and spinning us so her back is the one pressed against the door. “You think you’re in control here?”
She blinks up at me, a wicked little smile curving her lips. “Oh, honey,” she whispers, dragging her nails down my chest. “I know I am.”
I don’t give her a chance to prove it.
I claim her mouth in a desperate, searing kiss, pressing my body flush against hers, feeling every inch of her warmth, every soft curve molding against me. She melts, a sigh slipping from her lips as I tangle my fingers in her hair, tilting her head back so I can taste her deeper. Her hands fist in my hoodie, pulling me closer, no space left between us.
And then, to drive me completely insane, she lifts one leg, wraps it around my leg, a silent plea to screw her against the door.
I break the kiss with a groan, dropping my forehead to hers. “Lucy,” I murmur, breathless. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Only in the best way.”
I shake my head, pressing my hips flush against hers, feeling her sharp inhale. “Bed. Now.”
She hums, considering. “Or. We could do it right here.”
See? What did I tell you? She totally wants me to fuck her against the door—I wasn’t imagining it.
Lucy bites her lip again, eyes sparkling. “I dare you.”
“Or.” I nip at her earlobe, enjoying the way her fingers tighten against my hoodie. “I drag you to the bedroom and have you under me in five seconds flat.”
My hands snake around to her back, drop low, skimming the backs of her thighs. Then, without warning, I lift her, hooking her legs around my waist in one smooth motion.
Lucy gasps, gripping my shoulders. “Harris!”
I grin against her neck. “Told you.”
She glares down at me. “I hate how cocky you are.”
“Liar.” I take a step, securing my hold on her. “You love how cocky I am.”
She makes a sound in her throat like she’s gonna argue as I carry her straight toward the bedroom. “Don’t you dare toss me on that bed. Lower me gently.”
I laugh, deep in my chest. She’s so cute. So bossy.
Her eyes widen as realization dawns. “Harris . . .”
“I love it when you say my name.” I kiss her, ready to drop her.
“Harris—”
I dump her onto the mattress.
She bounces once, boobs jiggling beneath her sweater as she lets out a startled squeal; then she pushes herself up on her elbows, a mixture of shock and irritation on her face. “You asshole!”
I chuckle, yanking my hoodie over my head. “You asked for it.”
Chapter 27
Harris:
Done with your class?
Lucy:
Done with the 7AM . . . waiting on the ladies for my 8:15
Harris:
I didn’t love waking up to find you gone.
Lucy:
Why are you acting like I snuck out? I kissed you goodbye . . .
Harris:
Guess I’m being greedy.
Lucy:
You could’ve come to yoga class if you wanted—in fact, there’s still time. Coffee delivery is also accepted.
Harris:
Noted. Favorite coffee order?
Lucy:
Oat milk latte with cinnamon. Hazelnut.
Harris:
Adorable. Mine’s black. No nonsense.
Lucy:
Interesting . . .
Harris:
Would it make me sound like a pussy if I said this has been the best week ever, of my life?
Lucy:
Why do I feel like that sentiment might be an exaggeration? You’ve played in the Super Bowl.
Harris:
Yeah, but after you’ve done it once, doing it a second time doesn’t live up to the hype.
Lucy:
You are So full of shit lol
Harris:
I’m offended by your lack of faith in me.
Lucy:
I found a video last night after you fell asleep and watched you eat two dozen pizza rolls straight from the microwave. Don’t talk to me about being offended. You have No taste.
Harris:
Pizza rolls are a sacred post-practice tradition.
Lucy:
Blah blah blah . . .
Harris:
How many people are in your next class?
Lucy:
Anywhere between 8 and 12 people show up, it all depends.
Harris:
Are you going to be glad to be rid of the guys?
Lucy:
I’m going to miss them in class, they’re fun. And surprisingly good at yoga.
Harris:
I’m pretty sure Dex’s girlfriend makes him practice yoga and Pilates, but don’t quote me on that.
Lucy:
I knew it! Dex has perfect balance.
Harris:
So . . . how did the whole festival end yesterday for Annabelle? Did she survive?
Lucy:
Barely. I think she aged five years in one afternoon. She almost lost her shit when the waffle stand ran out of syrup.