Defender (Seattle Sharks 9)

My fingers slipped the tiny elastic at the end of her braid free, and then I sank my hand into her hair, reveling in the way the silken strands wove through my fingers as the braid came apart. When I reached the nape of her neck, I tunneled both of my hands through her hair and then took her mouth so thoroughly that she simply groaned into my mouth and held on for the ride.

“Nathan,” she whimpered against my lips.

“Harper,” I answered with a grin. Our eyes locked and I knew it could go either way. She could put an end to this, or she could take equal blame and equal pleasure in the rash decision I’d made.

Her smile mirrored mine for a scant second before she attacked me with a kiss, rolling her hips into my cock. I was harder than the fucking table, and my athletic pants weren’t helping to keep the situation contained.

A flick of my fingers and her lab coat pooled on the table, revealing a button-up shirt that hopefully covered that scrumptious ass when she left the lab. I flicked three of those buttons free, too, then hesitated.

I had no idea what her sexual history was, or if I was going somewhere she wasn’t ready to.

She grasped my hand and placed it on her breast.

I guess that settled that.

The plump curve filled my hand, and I moaned. “Damn, Harper. Just...damn.” My thumb grazed her distended nipple, and she gasped.

The need to taste her, to know if her skin smelled like pears everywhere consumed me, and I dipped my hand into her open shirt and lifted her breast from the lace cup of her bra.

“Yes,” she whispered, and I felt it in every cell of my body.

With her shirt splayed open to her waist, I dipped my head and sucked the peak of her breast into my mouth.

She cried out, and I ground my dick against the edge of the table, praying it would get the message that it wasn’t needed right now.

I laved her nipple with my tongue while I teased the other breast, then flicked the delicate flesh back and forth with my tongue until she writhed under me. God, she was so responsive, her body singing with every touch.

She tugged at my hair, and I lifted my head in time for her to kiss me ravenously, all lips and tongue and teeth. My heart pounded as fast as hers. It didn’t matter that I was the athlete here—we were equally unraveling.

“God, Nathan,” she whispered as her fingers dipped under my shirt to trace the lines of my abs. Then we were kissing again, hands roving, learning, exploring. Her waist was a soft curve that felt built for my hands to grip. Her hips rounded and lush as she gripped me with strong thighs.

She rolled again, seeking friction, and I was more than happy to give it to her.

“Harper?” I asked my hand at her waistband.

“Yes,” she answered, rocking upward as she sucked my lower lip between hers.

My fingers swept down the flat, soft skin of her belly until I reached another band of lace. I slipped beneath that, too, until I found her already soaking wet. I traced her seam, not quite parting her, just savoring the edge of possibility.

The little noises she was making hit me straight in the dick until I strained at the confines of my boxer briefs.

“Nathan!” she ordered, rocking against my fingers with enough force to part her silky skin only to find even hotter, wetter silk.

“Fuck, Harper,” I hissed. “You’re so hot. So damned wet.” I ran a line from her soaked opening up to her clit and then stroked over the sensitive nerves there.

She cried out, her head falling back.

I set my teeth on her neck and stroked her again—

The door opened.

We had exactly five seconds before someone would round the corner and see us.

She gasped, and I slipped my fingers free of her warmth. She worked her buttons closed as I lifted her from the lab table.

Her hair, well, it was blatantly obvious what we’d been doing.

“Harper?” a voice called, and I turned, placing my body in front of hers to block her.

“Pre-Med Boy!” I called out in greeting, thanking God that my erection was caught in the waistband of my boxer briefs and not tenting my pants. The last thing I wanted to do was embarrass Harper.

He blinked at me, two other girls appearing at his side, both gawking at me.

“Seriously, haven’t you ever walked in on people making out before?” Harper questioned, coming around me with her hands on her hips. Her hair was still gloriously loose, falling down her back in thick waves.

“Uh. Yeah. I guess,” Pre-Med Boy said, rubbing the back of his neck.

I grabbed my helmet and paused to kiss her on the forehead. “I’ll see you later?”