Hammer & Nails by Andria Large

about you,” he breathes between kisses. “I want you…so badly.”
    “I want you, too,” I whisper.
    My hands find the buttons of his shirt and I start to undo them. Nolan undoes the buttons at his cuffs and pulls his shirt out of his pants. I don’t even get to finish unbuttoning his shirt when he yanks it over his head along with his undershirt.
    Can you say drool?
    He stands in front of me, letting me admire his impressive physique. I’ve seen him shirtless once before, but this is so much better for some reason. Maybe because I actually get to touch him and explore? I reach out and run my fingers over his rippled abs. They clench and I flick my eyes up to see him fighting off a smile.
    “Ticklish?” I purr.
    “A little,” he murmurs before capturing my lips again.
    We bang back against the door again as we ravage each other’s mouths. He carefully pulls my hair out of its ponytail and sinks his fingers into it. I think he’s got a thing for my hair. I reach for the front of his pants and cup him through the fabric. He moans and it sends shivers of pleasure down my spine. I had grabbed him a while back, he felt impressive then, and he wasn’t even all the way hard. Now, though, he’s rock solid. And big. Not like “Oh my god, that can’t be real” big, but “Oh yeah, that’s gonna feel good” big.
     
     
    ~ Nolan ~
    Ever since the last time we kissed, I haven’t been able to get Harley out of my mind…and dreams. Almost every night for the past couple of weeks, I’ve been having erotic dreams of Harley in different states of undress and positions. Fuck, just thinking about it makes me want to come. Then when she so sweetly takes care of my hand tonight, I just can’t resist her any longer. Will there be consequences? I don’t know and I don’t care.
    Harley’s hand is rubbing me through my pants. It feels good, but I need more. I pull back from the molten hot kiss and pull her shirt over her head. I expect to see a sports bra, but what I get is a pale pink lace bra. She has great tits. They are nice and big, but not ridiculous. They fit her body well. Her stomach is flat and toned, and her hips have a slight flare to them. She may act like a man, but her body is all woman.
    I lift my eyes to meet hers as I unbutton her jeans. Her gorgeous green eyes are locked onto mine, her luscious lips are parted, and her cheeks are flushed. My heart thumps in my chest and I don’t think it’s just from anticipation. I like her. I really like her, despite her tendency to annoy the shit out of me. How did that happen?
    I slip my hands into the waistband of her unbuttoned jeans and push them down. She wiggles her hips to help get them down her thighs since they are pretty tight. I drop to one knee and pull off her boots and socks then help her step out of her jeans. When I look up, I’m face to face with low rise black boy short panties with the Boston Bruisers emblem right on the front. I shake my head. I just can’t get away from it, can I?
    “A fan of the Bruisers, are we?” I tease.
    She smiles down at me. “Hardcore fanatic would be more like it.”
    “Great,” I mutter dryly.
    She chuckles.
    I get back to business by gliding my hands up her silky thighs to grip her hips. I lean forward and nuzzle my face against her lower belly, right at her panty line. She sucks in a sharp breath and shoves a hand into my hair. Her skin is so soft, which is so unexpected because of her line of work.
    “When’s the last time a man’s been here?” I ask, kissing her through her panties.
    “Earlier today,” she breathes.
    I look at up her, shocked, and find her fighting off a smile.
    “Harley.” I warn with a frown.
    I use my thumb to rub her clit through the fabric. She whimpers.
    “I don’t know the exact date, Nolan, it’s been a while.” She pants, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Stop yapping and get busy with that tongue.”
    I chuckle. I really like that she’s comfortable enough to tell