perfect.” He worked her, using his hand to get her close to climax. “Relax just a little.”
“Can’t.” Her fingernails bit into his shoulders. “Oh, God.”
“If we were on a bed,” he growled against her throat, “I could get to your nipples. But you’re so short—”
“I’m not,” she gasped, unsure whether she’d be able to take that much excitement. “You’re just so damn big.”
“Soon as you come for me,” he promised, “I’ll show you how big I am.”
Such a braggart. Of course, she’d already had a good idea, given she often saw him in nothing more than athletic shorts. And she’d already had her hands on him. Not long enough to do all the exploring she wanted to do, but enough to—
He brought his thumb up to her clitoris, and she clenched all over.
“Nice,” he told her. “I can feel you getting closer.”
Shut up, Gage. She thought it but didn’t say it, because words right now, at this particular moment, would be far too difficult.
He cupped her breast and, in keeping with the accelerated tempo of the fingers between her legs, he tugged at her nipple.
The first shimmer of approaching release took her to her tiptoes. “Gage.”
“I’ve got you.”
The next wave, stronger, hotter, made her groan in harsh pleasure.
“I love you, Harper.”
Luckily, at that propitious moment, something happened in the fight because everyone shouted and cheered—and that helped to drown out the harsh groans of Harper’s release.
CHAPTER FIVE
G AGE BADLY WANTED to turn on lights, to strip Harper naked and then shuck out of his own clothes. He wanted to touch her all over, taste her everywhere, count her every freckle while feeling her against him, skin on skin, with no barriers.
Even with her T-shirt shoved up above her breasts and her jeans down around her knees, holding Harper in his arms was nice. Her scent had intensified, her body now a warm, very soft weight limp against him. He kept one hand tangled in her hair, the other cupping her sexy ass.
He let her rest while she caught her breath.
If he’d found a better time and place for this, he could stretch her out on a bed, or the floor or a table—didn’t matter as long as he could look at every inch of her, kiss her all over.
Devour her slowly, at his leisure.
But they were in an office, at the rec center, with a small crowd of fighters and fans only a hallway away.
He kissed her temple, hugged her protectively.
His cock throbbed against her belly. He badly wanted to be inside her, driving them both toward joint release.
But this, having Harper sated and cuddling so sweetly...yeah, that was pretty damn special.
“Mmm,” she murmured. “I lost my bones somewhere.”
“I have one you can borrow.”
He felt her grin against his throat, then her full-body rub as she wiggled against him. “Yes,” she teased. “Yes, you do.”
“I like hearing you come, Harper.” With small pecks, he nudged up her face so he could get to her mouth. “Whatever you do, you do it well.”
That made her laugh, so the kiss was a little silly, tickling.
She drew in a deep breath, shored up her muscles, and somewhat stood on her own. “The fight is still going on?”
“Sounds like.”
“So all that excitement before—”
“You coming?”
She bit his chest, inciting his lust even more. “No, I meant with everyone screaming.”
“Probably a near submission. Cannon is good on the ground, good with submissions.” Good with every facet of fighting. “But let’s not talk about Cannon right now.”
“You really don’t mind missing his fight?”
“Jesus, woman, I’m about to bust my jeans. Cannon is the furthest thing from my mind.”
Happy with his answer, she said, “Okay, then, let’s talk about you.” She nibbled her way up to his throat. “There is just so much of you to enjoy.”
“You could start here,” he said, taking one of her small, soft hands down to press against his fly.
“I think I will.” With
“Can’t.” Her fingernails bit into his shoulders. “Oh, God.”
“If we were on a bed,” he growled against her throat, “I could get to your nipples. But you’re so short—”
“I’m not,” she gasped, unsure whether she’d be able to take that much excitement. “You’re just so damn big.”
“Soon as you come for me,” he promised, “I’ll show you how big I am.”
Such a braggart. Of course, she’d already had a good idea, given she often saw him in nothing more than athletic shorts. And she’d already had her hands on him. Not long enough to do all the exploring she wanted to do, but enough to—
He brought his thumb up to her clitoris, and she clenched all over.
“Nice,” he told her. “I can feel you getting closer.”
Shut up, Gage. She thought it but didn’t say it, because words right now, at this particular moment, would be far too difficult.
He cupped her breast and, in keeping with the accelerated tempo of the fingers between her legs, he tugged at her nipple.
The first shimmer of approaching release took her to her tiptoes. “Gage.”
“I’ve got you.”
The next wave, stronger, hotter, made her groan in harsh pleasure.
“I love you, Harper.”
Luckily, at that propitious moment, something happened in the fight because everyone shouted and cheered—and that helped to drown out the harsh groans of Harper’s release.
CHAPTER FIVE
G AGE BADLY WANTED to turn on lights, to strip Harper naked and then shuck out of his own clothes. He wanted to touch her all over, taste her everywhere, count her every freckle while feeling her against him, skin on skin, with no barriers.
Even with her T-shirt shoved up above her breasts and her jeans down around her knees, holding Harper in his arms was nice. Her scent had intensified, her body now a warm, very soft weight limp against him. He kept one hand tangled in her hair, the other cupping her sexy ass.
He let her rest while she caught her breath.
If he’d found a better time and place for this, he could stretch her out on a bed, or the floor or a table—didn’t matter as long as he could look at every inch of her, kiss her all over.
Devour her slowly, at his leisure.
But they were in an office, at the rec center, with a small crowd of fighters and fans only a hallway away.
He kissed her temple, hugged her protectively.
His cock throbbed against her belly. He badly wanted to be inside her, driving them both toward joint release.
But this, having Harper sated and cuddling so sweetly...yeah, that was pretty damn special.
“Mmm,” she murmured. “I lost my bones somewhere.”
“I have one you can borrow.”
He felt her grin against his throat, then her full-body rub as she wiggled against him. “Yes,” she teased. “Yes, you do.”
“I like hearing you come, Harper.” With small pecks, he nudged up her face so he could get to her mouth. “Whatever you do, you do it well.”
That made her laugh, so the kiss was a little silly, tickling.
She drew in a deep breath, shored up her muscles, and somewhat stood on her own. “The fight is still going on?”
“Sounds like.”
“So all that excitement before—”
“You coming?”
She bit his chest, inciting his lust even more. “No, I meant with everyone screaming.”
“Probably a near submission. Cannon is good on the ground, good with submissions.” Good with every facet of fighting. “But let’s not talk about Cannon right now.”
“You really don’t mind missing his fight?”
“Jesus, woman, I’m about to bust my jeans. Cannon is the furthest thing from my mind.”
Happy with his answer, she said, “Okay, then, let’s talk about you.” She nibbled her way up to his throat. “There is just so much of you to enjoy.”
“You could start here,” he said, taking one of her small, soft hands down to press against his fly.
“I think I will.” With
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