Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
I don’t know how long we lie there, but he doesn’t let go, just runs that big, rough palm up and down my back. The man is a freaking space heater with a smoking hot body. I can’t breathe without soaking in the scent of him. Spice, sandalwood, and something that makes my toes curl. Forget my rules. This is my new reality.
Jaxson finally tilts my face up with one finger under my chin, eyes dark and impossibly intense. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks, voice gravel and honey.
Every cell in my body wants to crawl inside his skin and stay. “Just saying goodbye to my ‘no dating athletes rule’,” I mumble, trying to play tough.
His hand flexes on my ass, half possessive, half comforting. “Good,” he growls, rolling me on top of him so I’m sprawled across his chest. “Never liked rules anyway. All they do is keep people from what they want.” He pauses, and I feel it, the honesty burning right through my ribcage. “Last night wasn’t a one-off, Harper. Not for me.”
Mother of all holy hells. Let’s just jump into the heavy stuff.
Before I can stop myself, I lean up and cover his lips with mine. The kiss isn't a gentle exploration; it’s a collision. His hands find my waist, bracing me on top of him, and for the first time in my life, the world doesn't feel like a series of problems to be solved. It feels right.
He groans up into my mouth, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through my chest. His hands slide down to my hips, lifting me until I’m forced to straddle his waist.
"Harper," he rasps, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes are dark, stripped of the calculated frost of the arena. "Ride me."
Mother of all holy hells. He doesn’t have to ask me twice. In two seconds, flat, I’m straddling that monster of a man, thighs split wide on either side of his hips, my palms braced on his chest. His skin’s hot as a freaking furnace, and his massive muscles jump under my touch. I’m pretty sure if the world ended right now, I wouldn’t care.
His hands grip my ass, fingers digging in, guiding me right where he wants me. I rock against him, rolling my hips, slow and filthy, making sure he feels every bit of me. He hisses, baring his teeth. “Just like that, firecracker. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I lean in, scraping my nails over his chest, and he bucks beneath me. God. I love making this gorgeous man lose his mind. I stroke his cock with my pussy, teasing the tip against my soaking wet folds. I’m more than ready, but I take my time just to torture him.
Jaxson groans, pure pain. “Keep teasing, and I'll spank that gorgeous ass of yours.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I grin down at him, my hair falling wild around my face. I pretend I’m in control here, but the truth is, I’m seconds away from losing every shred of control I’ve got left.
“Both,” he growls, then drags my hips forward so the head of his cock pushes right at my entrance.
I sink down, and holy cow, I can barely see straight. The stretch is almost too much. Jaxson’s cock is so thick, so damn perfect, it feels like he was made just for me. I bottom out with a little gasp, palms braced on his muscular chest, and for a second, I just sit there shaking. Full, stretched, and so close to losing my mind it isn’t even funny.
Jaxson groans as his hands tighten on my hips. “Fuck, Harper, you’re so hot and tight. You’re fucking killing me.”
The way he says my name causes electricity to flow down my spine. I let out a shaky breath and start to move, little motions at first, while my body adjusts to the stretch. This is insane. The friction lights me up from the inside out. All I can do is hold on and grind down, slow and dirty, chasing every inch of him.
He’s transfixed. His eyes are locked on my tits while his mouth hangs open just a little. He watches every move, tracking me like I’m the most important thing in the world. I pace myself, rolling my hips, loving the way his cock drags against every sensitive nerve ending. I brace my hands on his pecs, fingers digging in when the pleasure spikes hard.
He starts thrusting up into me, shallow at first, then brutal, greedy, demanding more. “Take it, baby. Fuck, you look so good riding me.”
His filthy words go straight to my head, and my mind turns to goo. I throw my head back, moaning like a porn star because holy hell, I don’t have a single ounce of shame left. Jaxson’s got me by the hips, locked in tight, holding me over him while I grind down, slow and deep, giving him the ride of his life. My thighs are on fire. Every inch of me is dripping, desperate, totally addicted to the way he fills me up. I flex, squeezing his cock until he hisses and digs his fingers into my ass. Yeah, that’s right. I’m running this show. At least for a few seconds.