Fuck. I know there’s more to the story, but I don’t push because what she just said was enough.
“Sunshine, that’s awful. No one should go through something like that.”
She gives me the slightest nod, her eyes gliding toward the window. “I got over it,” she admits, then after a beat corrects herself. “Actually, I didn’t, but I learned to deal with the pain in a way that wasn’t harmful.”
I don’t say a word, because what do you say to that? Her vulnerability in this moment sends warmth through my chest and all I can think about is the fact that I want to spend all my free time with this girl. I want to know her deepest darkest thoughts, I want to see her on her good days, her bad days, and the in-between days.
“When I decided to leave school, my uncle offered me a job running his gym, so I took it. I guess being close to family made me feel like I was close to him on another level, you know?”
I don’t, but I nod anyway.
“What works for you, might not work for someone else,” I say, hoping I can offer something of substance to this conversation. “When I was little, my mom always used to tell me that we all have talents, and that some are just more subtle than others.”
“That’s a great way of saying that,” she says just as she points out her building up the street. “That’s me.”
I pull into the parking lot and shut off my truck, sitting there hoping I can get another chance to see her. I don’t want this to be the last time I see her.
“Can I see you again?” I blurt out, not really thinking before the words leave my mouth, and from the wide-eyed look she gives me, she wasn’t expecting it either.
“I can’t,” she whispers, avoiding my eyes.
“What do you mean you can’t?” The words King used earlier start to haunt me, so I make a move, placing my hand on her thigh, hoping to get some kind of clue if this rejection is based on hesitation or something else. But the second my hand touches her jeans, she recoils, jerking away, grasping the door handle, and jumping out of the truck.
Fuck.
“I don’t date baseball players,” she says when I open my door and jog around the front to meet her on the street as she walks toward her front door. The second those words hit my ears I know King was right, it wasn’t just him.
“You don’t date ballplayers? You’re lumping all of us into one stupid category?” I can’t hold the irritated tone out of my voice because I’m pissed. This girl has gotten under my skin, taken over my mind and now she’s saying there’s no chance because of what I do for a living? I have seen the desire in her eyes, I know she feels the same pull I feel whenever we’re near each other, So the question of the decade is, why?
“I know you’re not all the same, but it’s more complicated than you realize.”
I eye her with a confused expression, because none of this makes sense to me.
“I still can’t do this. I’m sorry.” She steps into me, getting on her toes and lightly kissing me on the cheek.
Her lips on my skin will haunt me for the rest of the night, because I know that as she walks into her building, this might be the last time I see her.
6
Harper
His lips travel down my neck, past my breasts as a moan escapes my lips. His teeth graze my skin, lightly biting the softness of my stomach. How did I go so long not knowing what this felt like?
“Sunshine, your skin is so fucking soft…” he mumbles as his hands lightly trace patterns on my skin, sending all of my senses into overdrive.
My nipples tighten at the sensation and my back arches off the bed as his mouth attacks my breasts. His tongue licking, sucking, and flicking over my sensitive tips. Could I come from just this? Is that even possible? Fuck, I hope so.
“God yes!” I scream the lower he travels, his mouth stopping at my clit. My hands make their way into his hair. It’s so fucking soft. “Please, God, please…” I beg, trying to get his mouth on me, but he just looks up and grins.
“You need me to touch you, Harper?” he asks, almost breathless, and all I can do is nod because all words fly out of my brain.
The only thing my brain can comprehend right now is the way his fingers feel tightening against my hips. I am wound so tight that I know all it will take is one touch and I’ll explode into a thousand pieces, his head dips, his tongue lightly flicking over my pussy and everything goes blank. This feeling cannot be real, he can’t be that good.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I know in that moment that he’s the best I will ever have. His talented tongue is my new favorite thing in the world as I whisper a prayer that he never stops.
His hands grab my ass, pulling me even closer as he continues to attack my sensitive flesh. He growls and I groan because it feels so fucking good. He feels so fucking good against me.
“You want more?” he asks as his tongue still does crazy things to my body and I feel the orgasm cresting as I start to grind against his tongue. “Tell me what you want, Harper,” he demands, stopping all his ministrations as I moan in frustration.
Our eyes meet and all I can say is, “More…” and from the smile on his lips, that’s exactly what he wanted to hear because once that word leaves my mouth, he plunges two fingers into my pussy as my head falls back against the bed. My body starts
