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Sitting her down on the tile shower seat, I reached back and pulled my mud-soaked shirt over my head, then stripped down to my boxer briefs. I was comfortable being naked, but I wasn't sure how she'd feel about that.
Her lust-filled eyes traveled over the length of my body before settling on my mouth. It wasn't hard to tell what she was thinking.
"See something you like?" I teased, the corners of my mouth turning up.
Harper sucked her bottom lip in before biting down. My breathing deepened as I kneeled to pull off her mud-soaked boots, tossing them to the side.
"You're kind of hot," she slurred, and I smiled at the confession she'd never make if she was sober. She reached down and pulled her shirt up, fighting to get it over her head. Standing up, I untangled her from it and dropped it on the shower floor. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. My breath hitched at the sight of her. Her bright blue eyes locked on mine, begging me to fuck her. Sober Harper was going to hate herself in the morning.
"Come on." I pulled her up by her waist. "Let's get the mud out of your hair." As much as I wanted to fuck her, I wanted her to be sober when it happened, and I knew sober Harper wasn't ready to submit the way drunk Harper was.
Gripping her around the waist, I held her flush against me under the hot water as it pushed the mud down the drain.
The water cascaded over her skin, trailing over her tits and perky nipples.
Fuck!
Her fingertips traced the curves of my abs, and I released a low growl. She wasn't just hot; she was fuckable and willing. My cock throbbed against the thin fabric of my boxers. I grabbed her hand, stilling her. I wasn't sure how much more I could take before caving to drunk Harper. I honestly didn't realize I had this much self-control.
My fingertips traced the waistband of her leggings, I waited for her to protest, and when she didn't, I slipped my hands in, slowly guiding the wet fabric down her legs, goosebumps following her skin behind my touch. Fuck, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. My eyes trailed over her tanned wet skin.
I said I wouldn't fuck her until she begged me to. Her mouth didn't say the words, but her pleading eyes were begging me to fuck her.
Fuck it!
Scooping her up, I shoved her naked body against the tile wall as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Pressing my body firmly against hers, her fingers slid into my hair. Her full pink lips brushed against mine, her breath tickling every nerve ending before her mouth crashed against mine. I let her start it, but I would finish it.
Running my tongue along her lips, they parted, allowing me access to her mouth. Our tongues collided in a hot wet fight for submission.
I won!
Fisting her hair, I jerked her head back, giving me access to the soft skin of her neck. My lips traced the curve of it as I ground my throbbing erection against her core. A breathy moan escaped her throat, and I almost lost it. There was nothing between us except my boxers, nothing stopping me from pushing deep inside her except a very thin, wet layer of fabric and some newfound conscience that screamed inside my head that Harper was too drunk to remember. I wanted, no, I needed for her to remember.
"Harper," I breathed, pulling away from her and letting her slick naked body slide against mine to the ground. Her face twisted with disappointment as I took a step back. I couldn't believe I was telling her no. I'd never told a girl this hot for it no before, drunk or not. What the fuck was wrong with me?
The mud was gone, so I stepped out of the shower, grabbed two towels, and handed her one.
Helping her into a clean shirt and a pair of boxer briefs, I guided her to my bed and climbed in beside her. I'd never shared a bed with anyone, never snuggled, but I couldn't control the urge to pull her against me. Her small body tucked into mine perfectly, and we were both asleep without another word.
Chapter 14
Christian
The following morning, when my alarm sounded and I realized Harper was already gone, a slew of emotions filtered through me. Amusement that she was the one who bailed first, aggravation that she ditched me, and a sense of relief that we didn't have to have the awkward morning-after conversation even without having sex.
I wasn't sure when she'd taken off that morning, but she was gone, along with any evidence she'd been there.
I'd never shared my bed with anyone before, and I never imagined I would, especially with a girl I wasn't fucking.
Strolling into the hallway packed with students, I spotted Harper across the hall; I picked up my pace. My guess was she didn't remember much about last night, and I was going to torture her.
"Why did you take off so early this morning?" I teased, throwing my arm over Harper's shoulder. "Didn't want to stay and cuddle?"
"Get off me," she snarled, shoving my arm from her shoulders and stepping up her pace, but I was right on her heels.
She ignored my questions.
"Hey," I barked teasingly. "So, what? You get what you want, and now you're going to blow me off?" Both hands dramatically grabbed my chest, feigning hurt. "Are you using me for sex?" I raised my voice so the crowds of students around us could hear. We might as well put on a show for our massive audience.
