Page 90 of A Brush with Love
“If this is honesty hour,” he said, looking up at her, “I don’t love the cold floor on my ass.”
He sat up suddenly and Harper squeaked in surprise. He wrapped her legs around his waist and used one hand to push to standing, the other gripping tightly around her butt. He moved them toward the bedroom, feasting on her mouth as they went.
“So are we officially bed people?” Harper asked into the kiss.
Dan gave a gravelly laugh before flinging her onto the bed. He crawled toward her with a dark heat that she felt in her stomach, its warmth spreading like a droplet of ink onto paper. He ran his hands up her body before pushing back into her with a deep thrust, causing her to throw her head back with a groan.
“We’re bed people.” He pushed into her with an exaggerated thrust. “And couch people. And bend-you-over-your-desk people.”
He bent his head to suck her nipple into his mouth, causing her to cry out. “And I’m going to buy you knee pads and then we can be floor people. And later tonight I’d like to make us shower people. Because there isn’t one spot in this apartment I don’t want to take you.”
The tension built in every cell of her body as he continued to move in and out of her, touching and stroking her in a rhythm that drove her wild.
“How can it always feel this good?” Dan whispered, more to himself than her.
He fisted his fingers in her hair and bent down to kiss her. It was all she needed. Her muscles snapped, her body arching with the delicious pleasure of it as she flew over the edge.
With a loud groan, he followed her, his hard movements slowing to a stillness as they both worked to catch their breath. He kissed her again, then moved off her to deal with the condom. She lay there, a shimmering pool of pleasure and satisfaction, and wouldn’t have been surprised if Dan could see the waves of golden happiness dancing off her skin.
CHAPTER 30
DAN
“I really need to study.”
Dan released a deep breath through his nose before turning his head to face Harper.
“That’swhat you think about after sex? I need to reassess my technique.”
Harper giggled and clapped a hand over her eyes. “I’m sorry! That was awful timing—stupid brain. I have no complaints about your technique.”
Dan leaned over and kissed her cheek before sitting up in bed and reaching for his clothes scattered across her bedroom floor. He’d been spending so many nights here, he had more than a few outfit choices.
“I need to study too. Word on the street is we have a pop quiz in perio tomorrow.”
Harper’s brow wrinkled. “No, you don’t.”
“I don’t?”
“It’s a furlough day tomorrow and Friday. We have off.”
“No… that’s next week.”
Harper stared at him for a beat before jolting up so fast it made Dan jump. She clutched at his arm. “What? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, we—”
She didn’t wait for him to get the words out. She scrambled off the bed and fumbled for clothes as she moved into the hall. Dan felt waves of nervous energy radiating off her body as he followed her.
Harper kneeled on the floor, ripping through her backpack. She pulled out her laptop and agenda, then tore through the pages. Dan’s stomach sank at the look of wide-eyed horror plastered on her face.
“Fuck!”
Dan moved toward her, but she lurched to her feet and moved around the apartment with ridiculous speed, grabbing a notebook here, a textbook there. Dan’s post-sex brain was having trouble keeping up.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her voice was shrill and frantic as she dropped her things on the table, ripping open textbooks and scouring over them with manic eyes.
A sense of helplessness filled Dan as he tried to figure out what was happening. What he needed to do. Angry blotches were spreading along her neck, and her hands clawed at the collar of her T-shirt. He moved to her and placed a hand on her back, hoping to soothe her. She flinched away.
