Hard Knocks: An Ultimate Novella by Lori Foster Page B

her forehead to his sternum, she watched her hands as she opened the snap to his jeans, slowly eased down the zipper. “I wish we had more light in here.”
    Because that mirrored his earlier thought, he nodded. “You can just sort of feel your way around.”
    “Is that what you did?” Using both hands, she held him, so no way could he reply. She stroked his length, squeezed him. “You are so hard.”
    “Yup.” He couldn’t manage anything more detailed than that.
    “You have a condom?”
    “Wallet.”
    Still touching him, she clarified, “You have a condom in your wallet?”
    “Yup.”
    She tipped her face up to see him, and he could hear the humor in her voice. “A little turned on?”
    “A lot turned on.” He covered her hand with his own and got her started on a stroking rhythm he loved. “Damn.”
    Harper whispered, “Kiss me.”
    And he did, taking her mouth hard, twining his tongue with hers, making himself crazy by again exploring her, the silky skin of her bottom, the dampness between her thighs, her firm breasts and stiffened nipples.
    Harper released him just long enough to say, “Shirt off, big boy.” She tried shoving it up, but Gage took over, reaching over his back for a fistful of cotton and jerking the material away. Anticipating her hands, her mouth, on his hot skin, he dropped the shirt.
    She didn’t disappoint. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of his jeans, she shoved down the denim and his boxers, too, then started feeling him all over. His shoulders to his hips. His pecs to his abs. She grazed her palms over his nipples, then went back to his now throbbing cock.
    “You are so impressive in so many ways.”
    He tried to think up a witty reply, but with her small, soft hands on him, he could barely breathe, much less banter.
    “I’ve thought about something so many times...” And with no more warning than that, she sank to her knees.
    Oh, God. Gage locked his muscles, one hand settling on top of her head.
    Holding him tight, Harper skimmed her lips over the sensitive head, licked down the length of his shaft.
    Never one for half measures, she drew her tongue back up and slid her mouth over him.
    A harsh groan reverberated out of his chest. “Harper.”
    Her clever tongue swirled over and around him—and she took him deep again.
    Too much. Way too much. He clasped her shoulder. “Sorry, honey, but I can’t take it.”
    She continued anyway.
    “Harper,” he warned.
    She reached around him, clasping his ass as if she thought she could control him.
    But control of any kind quickly spiraled away. Later, he thought to himself, he’d enjoy doing this again, letting her have her way, giving her all the time she wanted.
    Just not now, not when he so desperately wanted to be inside her.
    “Sorry, honey.” He caught her under the arms and lifted her to her feet, then set her away from him while he gasped for breath. As soon as he could, he dug out his wallet and fumbled for the condom.
    Sounding breathless and hot, she whispered, “You taste so good.”
    He’d never last. “Shh.” He rolled on the condom with trembling hands. Stepping up to her in a rush, he stripped away her shirt and bra, shoved her jeans lower. “Hold on to me.”
    Hooking her right knee with his elbow, he lifted her leg, opening her as much as he could with her jeans still on, his still on. He moved closer still, kissing her until they were both on the ragged edge.
    “Now,” Harper demanded.
    He nudged against her, found his way, and sank deep in one strong thrust.
    More cheers sounded in the outer room, but neither of them paid much attention. Already rocking against her, Gage admitted, “I’m not going to last.”
    She matched the rhythm he set. “I don’t need you to... Gage! ”
    Kissing her, he muffled her loud cries as she came, holding him tight, squeezing him tighter, her entire body shimmering in hot release. Seconds later he pinned her to the door, pressed his face into her throat, and let