Page 118 of For the Win

Arya laughs at the cliché.“Mine is closer.”

“Perfect.”I pause.“Do you have your bike here?”

“No.I came with Taj.”

“Ah.He’s still working?”

She smirks.“Yes.”

“Also perfect.Although I have to be honest, I don’t care if he’s at your place or not, even if we break your bed banging our brains out.”

Her smile beams and we can’t keep our hands off each other as I drive like a Formula 1 racer to her place.She’s incredibly tempting, in a pair of tight little shorts and a sports bra, although she put on a sweater before we went to Bandits.I stroke a hand down her smooth thigh, over her knee, and back up.

Watching her lead that class was seductive as hell.Yoga’s not supposed to be sexy, but when Arya does it, it sure is.The graceful way she moves her strong, flexible body turns me on.She has an actual six pack that’s particularly visible when she arches her back and, Jesus, that’s hot.Even her face when she closes her eyes and breathes, the look of serene focus, is sexy.

I park on the street and we enter the little cottage she shares with Taj.I spin her around, set my hands on her hips and direct her toward her bedroom.

“I don’t want you to think I’m only interested in sex,” I tell her.“But right now, I’m only interested in sex.”

She laughs softly, not resisting my efforts.“Good.Me too.”

“It’s been eighty-four years...”I lament.

She laughs louder.“Slight exaggeration.”

“Feels like it.”In her room, I slide the sweater down her arms, my hands lingering on her skin.“You made me so hot during that class.”

“Um.”Her chest rises and falls rapidly.“That’s not supposed to happen.”

I bend my head and kiss the corner of her mouth.“Can’t help it.”I tilt my head and kiss her fully, at first soft presses of my mouth, then my tongue sliding out to lick over her bottom lip and inside.With a moan, she opens to me and wraps her arms around me, pressing that tight little body against me.“Fuck, yeah,” I groan into her mouth.I tug the hair tie off her ponytail, then gather up fistfuls of her hair in my hands.

My blood rushes scalding hot through my veins, lust pulsing in my balls.

I release her hair and slide my hands down to her butt.I love squeezing those firm cheeks.I pull her tighter against me, my aching dick pressing against her belly.“God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too.So much.”Her head falls back to allow me to glide my tongue over her throat, suck her skin so gently, then kiss my way back up to her mouth.

I want her out of these little clothes.The shorts come off easily, but the bra gives me trouble.It’s so frickin’ tight I don’t know how she can breathe.

With a soft laugh she wrestles it off over her head.

“There.”I feast my eyes on her tits, Christ, I love them.I cup them gently, reverently.Then my gaze lands on her scar.I go still, and so does she.I trace my fingertips over it, then raise my eyes to her.“I will never,everhurt you.I swear to you.”

Her eyes shine and her plump bottom lip quivers.“I know.I trust you, Harrison.”

Emotion pushes at the walls of my chest.Those words mean so much.

I capture her mouth in another long, soulful, achingly sweet kiss.

Her hands slide up under my T-shirt, up my sides, over my pecs, which makes my dick twitch.I release her long enough to pull my shirt off, then she pushes my athletic shorts down.She pauses, gentle fingertips lingering on the bruises coming to color on my hip.

I back up toward the bed, bringing her with me, still kissing her.I kneel on the bed and pull her onto her knees too, and I bend to take a nipple in my mouth.She moans, sliding her hand around my neck, over my head, holding me to her breast.Her long hair falls all around us.

As I suck and tongue her nipple, I slide a hand down between her legs.“So wet,” I whisper against her skin.“I love that.”I slip my fingers back and forth between her pouting lips, grazing her clit.Her hands are all over me, up and down my back, my shoulders, scratching my scalp, lighting me on fire.We’re both making needy, gasping, filthy sounds as our mouths and tongues slide together, desperate for each other, wanting more, more.

Her body undulates, rising and falling on her knees to the rhythm of my strokes, then she sets a hand on my chest, pushing me to my back.I smile as she climbs on top, straddling me.

Gorgeous.So fucking gorgeous.

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