Defender (Seattle Sharks 9)

Her thighs lifted as she locked her ankles at my back, and I sank even deeper.

“I’m never going to get enough of you,” I warned her.

“Good,” she moaned. “Because I want to do this all night.”

Best. Plan. Ever.

I moved more forcefully, fucking her harder, taking her deeper when she cried out for more. I built her back up, until her breaths were stuttered and her muscles shaking.

Then I reached between us to feather my fingers over her clit again as I moved faster within her, gritting my teeth as pleasure built in my balls, gathering at the base of my spine. I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t get back in fast enough, couldn’t kiss her enough.

None of it was enough, and yet it was too much. She was everything.

She trembled beneath me, and I pressed against her clit, giving her the pressure to send her barreling over the edge. Then I lost myself mindlessly in her body, thrusting in uncontrolled swings of my hips until the pleasure burst within me and I came in a blinding moment of utter surrender.

When I came to, she was holding me against her, one hand in my hair, the other stroking down my back.

“That was…” She sighed. “I think you just turned me into a sex addict.”

I laughed, then raised my head and kissed her as a knock sounded at the door.

Her eyes flew wide.

“It’s probably dinner,” I told her, kissing her once more before rolling from the bed and throwing my pants on.

I paid the delivery driver and took the bags from him before shutting the door in his face. Then I put the food down on our table and turned back to Harper.

Harper. Harper. Harper.

God, why hadn’t we been doing this the whole time?

“I want you, Nathan,” she said to me with a grin and a wink.

“Let me feed you first.” I grinned. “Besides, I only had one condom, so I have to run—”

She leaned over the bed, flashing me a delectable ass. “I took care of that.” A bag came back with her, and she dumped the contents onto the bed.

“You thought we’d need seven boxes of condoms?” I wasn’t against it, but I was going to need a shit ton of Gatorade.

“I didn’t know what size…” She gestured to my dick. “So I got a bunch of different ones.”

Warmth hit my chest like a freight train. I fucking adored this woman.

I picked up a box and nodded. “These are just fine.”

“Good. Then let’s go.” She rocked back on her knees, her breasts bobbing through the curtain of her hair.

“Food?” I asked, motioning toward the steak.

She crawled on her hands and knees until she was before me on the bed, her lips at my ear. “Nathan, I want you,” she repeated.

Fuck the food. I had a better dessert.

Chapter 10

Harper

I grazed the red power button with my thumb, dazing slightly at the machinery in my lab. I’d already run the crash test a dozen times in the last few hours—necessary yet also a welcomed distraction.

Distraction from what had happened last night, and the night before.

And the one before that.

The epic, monumental event that was surrendering myself to Nathan completely.

Nathan’s fingers like silk across my skin.

His lips a brand.

The way he’d filled me…

I’d had sex before. Good sex, or what I thought was good sex. But I’d never been intimate with someone who I was attracted to on all levels—body, mind, and soul. It had shifted a cold, hard something out of the way. Something that Nathan had been chipping away at for a long while now, maybe even longer than I’d like to admit.

Possibly, as far back as Sweden, though I hadn’t realized it then.

And I was having a hard time realizing it now.

Because I wasn’t this girl.

I wasn’t the fall-head-over-heels and commit-for-life girl—not that Nathan wanted me for life but the charged energy between us the last few nights? It was fucking cosmic. And I understood science and chemistry and unstoppable forces like I understood the alphabet. All the facts pointed to Nathan and I careening down a sharp ravine, fast and hot enough to turn to blue flame, to transcend the normal and shoot right for one-of-a-kind discovery.

Well, on my end anyway.

That was the awful thing about always seeing what was working behind the surface—I knew myself too well.

Knew the minute we touched down in Seattle that I’d run for my lab the first chance I got. Without talking to him, without telling him why. Without saying goodbye.

Knew that the connection I felt sizzling between us was more than basic chemistry.

Knew that I shouldn’t and couldn’t fall for Nathan—because of so many reasons, the least of which him being a goddamn NHL star.

But the knowing…it didn’t change anything. Didn’t help me alter course and adjust, adapt. I was still on this crash course, working without a safety plan, and in the end, I knew I’d burn for it.