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My cock is painfully hard and pissed at the delay. I want inside her so damn bad I feel like I’m losing my mind. She tries to touch me, but I pin her wrists above her head, loving the way she gives in, pupils blown wide. Jesus. I could get used to this. I lean in and drag my tongue over the top of her perfect tit, just to watch her shiver. Her nipples are already hard and begging for my mouth. Hell yes, I’m going to take my time here. I wrap my lips around her nipple and suck deep, groaning at the way she moans my name. It’s all I can do not to fucking explode right this second.

She arches her back and pushes her tit farther into my mouth, her little whimpers driving me out of my mind. I switch to the other one, licking, sucking, nipping at her tender skin until she’s writhing under me. There’s something so fucking addictive about the taste of her, the way her fingers tangle in my hair like she needs me to stay right there forever.

“God, Jaxson,” she gasps, grinding her hips against my cock like she’s trying to climb straight out of her skin. “Please.”

I want her desperate. I keep sucking on her nipples, rolling my tongue over the sensitive tips until her whole body shakes in my hands. There’s nothing in the world sweeter than Harper coming undone for me.

Not gonna lie, every time she shudders out one of those desperate little moans with my name on it, I feel like a goddamn king. My cock is rock hard and at serious risk of going off just from the sound of her begging. Holy shit. Nothing in my life has ever felt this raw, this real, this fucking perfect.

She pulls at my hair and yanks my face up, eyes wild and dark and filled with stars. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I will kick your ass.” Her voice is all breath and want, and my heart turns inside out from the cuteness of her bossy attitude.

“I’m gonna take care of you, firecracker.” I line my cock up and push inside her in one slow, perfect thrust. Hot, tight heaven. Christ. I almost come on the spot. “Holy hell, Harper. You feel so goddamn good.” Her nails rake my shoulder blades, and I have to close my eyes and count backward from one hundred to keep from coming on the spot. Her inner walls clench my cock so tight I see fireworks behind my eyelids.

“Oh my God.” She sighs, arching up under me, greedily taking every goddamn inch. In that instant, I know there will never be anyone else for me. Just her. Forever.

I don’t start slow. Not a chance. I set a rough, driving rhythm, needing to feel her come apart around me. Her legs lock tight at my waist, and she meets every thrust with her own, chasing the friction.

“Harder,” she pants. I haul her leg over my hip and fuck into her, hard, like I’m trying to brand every inch of her from the inside out.

No way in hell I’m letting anyone else put their hands on her. She’s mine. I want her to know it deep in her bones.

“Say you’re mine, Harper. Say it.”

She arches up, breasts pressed against my chest, panting so hard she can barely speak.

“I’m yours,” she finally whispers, and that’s all it takes. The last fucking thread of control I have snaps. I pound into her, relentless, sweat dripping down my spine. Her nails rake my skin. Her heels dig into my ass, urging me deeper. Fuck, she’s perfect. Every. Single. Thing. About her. The way she bites her lip between cries, how she begs for more, the incredible way her pussy tightens every time I slam home.

I lower my mouth to her tits, biting her nipple until she sobs, then licking it better. I love the way she writhes, begging and cursing in the same breath. My hips piston, ruthless, driving us both crazy. I want this burned into her memory. I want her to wake up aching for me, so addicted she can’t remember her own damn name.

Moonlight spills over her skin, turning every curve into something that begs to be worshipped. She’s perfect. All curves and soft pale skin, those gorgeous nipples tight and peaked, practically begging for my hands, my mouth. The sight of her wrecks me. I want to touch every inch, memorize her, never let her go.

I’m hungry for her in a way that feels alien to the part of me trained for a lifetime to cover, to defend, to never, ever let the opposing team see the goal open. But she’s all in, every cell magnetized to me, and the last tatters of my self-control disintegrate in the space between her parted lips and the sound of my own name as it escapes them. I want her so badly it feels like my blood is evaporating inside my veins.

She says my name again, and this time, she breaks, the orgasm wracking her in a series of deep, pulsing tremors. Her pussy clamps down on me, and I lose it, spilling inside her with a force that borders on violence. I hold her face in my hands so I can see the genuine, unguarded joy, the rawness of it, and the tears at the corners of her eyes. For once, I’m not thinking about what’s coming next. I just want to live in this second.

We’ve crossed a line we can’t uncross. I don’t pull out right away. I want to stay in her, want my cock to soften inside her, want to believe that maybe, for once, I’ve found my home.

When I finally roll onto my side, she comes with me, twining her limbs through mine. We lie tangled on the sheets, cooling sweat sticking us together, the city lights painting shadow shows on the ceiling.

She’s quiet for a long moment, just breathing, her head pillowed on my shoulder. Then she laughs, soft and incredulous, and it’s the sound of everything I didn’t know I wanted until tonight.

“Wow,” she says, voice hoarse.

“You can say that again.” I kiss her hair, inhaling the mix of sweat and vanilla-raindrop perfume, content to let the silence stretch as long as it needs to. I want to say something, something that will make her understand what she truly means to me. But for once, I think maybe actions really are louder than words.

I run my palm down her back, feel the shudder that ripples through her, and pull the blanket up over both of us. She’s already half-asleep, her body heavy and pliant against mine. I don’t remember ever being this tired, or this at peace.

When I wake, it’s still dark out, but she’s in the same position, arms wrapped around my chest, face tucked into my neck. I want to freeze the moment, preserve it in amber, but I know it’s only a matter of time before the world comes crashing back in. For now though, she’s exactly where she belongs.

CHAPTER TWELVE

HARPER

My eyes pop open, and the first thing I do is panic and try to sit up. I instantly regret it. Everything hurts in the best way possible. I drop back next to him while my stupid heart pounds and my body feels like I’ve been run over by a truck. I glance around. Floor-to-ceiling glass, skyline lit up, and the scent of expensive everything. Jaxson’s penthouse.

And Jaxson. I force myself to look to my right. Holy hell. The man is next to me, passed out cold. He looks nothing like the stoic goalie every sports reporter drools over. His dark hair’s a mess on the pillow, a stubbly shadow on his jaw. Sheets barely covering his assets. God. I can’t help but stare at his gorgeous body. I’m only human.

It hits me then. I broke every rule. I slept with the guy I swore I’d never touch. Holy heck. I fell hard and fast for my brother’s worst enemy. Do I regret it? Not even a little. Well, maybe the part where Ryan is going to lose his shit if he ever finds out, but lying here with Jaxson, the only thing I feel is… satisfied. And alive. For the first time in as long as I can remember.