Page 64 of For the Win

Arya’s sitting, sipping her mojito, her face flushed.

She stands.

“This is my room,” I explain.I hold out a hand for her to climb the two steps up and inside.

“How convenient,” she murmurs, taking my hand.

“Right?”I smile and remove her drink from her grasp.I set it on the dresser and turn to her.“I, uh, just had to tidy up a bit.”

Her eyebrows lift.“Oh.”Her smile is so sweet.“Are you a bit of a slob?”Her fingers tease the back of my neck again.

“Just a bit.”I hold up my thumb and forefinger about a half inch apart.

She laughs softly.“I am too.”

“Whew.”

I bend my head to kiss her again, wrapping my arms around her and gathering her up against me.

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ARYA

I’m trembling,inside and out, aching with need.My mouth opens to Harrison’s and I love how his tongue feels against mine, sliding in and out of my mouth.He cups the back of my head, his other hand cradling my ass, while I basically try to climb him.I can’t get close enough.I need more.

I let out a squeak when he hoists me up by my butt, and grip him with my thighs.He carries me over to the bed, which I’d noticed immediately upon entering the room.It’s huge, king-size, with a crisp white duvet and white pillows, except the big square ones against the headboard, which are gray—charcoal gray—as is the suede headboard and all the walls in the room.It’s masculine and seductive.

Not that I need much more seducing.Making out on the patio has me wet and throbbing.

He lays me down on the bed, tugging a pillow under my head, then stretches out next to me.With one arm beneath my neck, his other hand rests on my belly as he kisses me again.I want him to feel my boobs again, oh God, I want it.My nipples are hard, my breasts full and tender.

Then, praise Jesus, he glides his hand up to cup my breast.His hand tangles in my hair, our mouths sliding together in slow, lush kisses.My blood is on fire.

“Can we get rid of this?”He plucks at my tank top.

“Yes.”

He works it up and over my head, leaving me in a pink lace bralette.“Sweet,” he murmurs, kissing my chest.“Sweet and sexy.”

I can tell the moment his gaze lands on my scar.

He touches it gently just above my right breast with his fingertips and lifts his gaze questioningly.

I say nothing, rolling toward him, pushing him down, climbing nearly on top of him.

His mouth curves into a smile before I kiss him again, his hands gripping my ass as I wriggle against his erection.Dear God, he’s hard.And big.I love it.I want it.All of it.

I find his skin again, under his T-shirt, sleek and hot, then he rolls me onto my back, jackknifes up to sitting and tugs the back of his shirt over his head.He tosses it aside.My chest fills with air that won’t exhale as I stare at him.He’s perfect...smoothly muscled, tanned, and solid.

I trail my index finger down between his pecs.

“I think this is first base,” he says.

I peek at him through my eyelashes.“No, no.Kissing is first base.”

“Oh.I’m doing better than I thought, then.”

I laugh and kiss his chest.“You’re doinggreat.”I finger the button of his jeans, but then I can’t resist palming his cock.I give it a firm rub up and down.

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