He was damn lucky she hadn't jumped him at one of those traffic lights. As it was the door to her place had barely shut before Harper was on him. Yanking his shirt off. Kissing him hard and deep. Fumbling with the tie of his shorts. Yanking his wallet free as they slid down his legs.
"Slow down," he groaned as he tried to kick out of his shoes and his shorts all while being moved inexorably backwards by Harper in full heat.
"No," she murmured as his legs hit the back of the couch and she pushed him down on to it. He winced as the slight graze on his shoulder blade from a stray boot came into contact with the arm but Harper didn't care.
He looked like an underwear model stretched out on her couch, the type that adorned billboards. His right leg lay along the length of the couch but his left thigh was spread wide, his knee bent, his foot flat on the floor exposing the big, beautiful bulge stretching out the front of his Calvin's.
And that bulge and all the acres of man flesh surrounding it was all she cared about.
She needed to be on him. To have all that hard, solid body under her. To harness that surge of power she'd witnessed on the field for her own satisfaction.
All she'd been able to think about as she'd watched him was his absolute dominance on the field. He played like nothing could tear him down.
Except she knew she could.
Watching him duck and weave and bust through walls of muscle like a great marauding beast that no one could bring down had been a huge turn on. Because she knew she could bring him to his knees with one shake of her ass.
And it had totally brought out the Neanderthal in her.
Her pulse pounded like jungle drums through her head, she shoved the foil packet she'd liberated from his wallet between her teeth as she reached behind her for the button and zip of her skirt, cursing her shaking fingers.
"Take your shirt off," he panted as he watched her struggle through slitted eyelids, making a grab for the hem.
Frustrated, she abandoned the idea of taking her skirt off, whisking her shirt off over her head instead before rucking her skirt up and quickly stripping off her underwear
"And the bra."
Harper shook her head. "Later." She couldn't coordinate skirt, knickers, condom and bra.
And right now, condom took precedence.
She straddled him, one knee on the couch next to his right thigh, the other pressed hard against the outside of his left thigh, just north of his bent knee. She gripped his body tight between her legs as her fingers ripped open the foil.
He groaned when she yanked his underwear down, barely acknowledging the beauty of his erect cock in her hurry to sheath him. Then she was grabbing for his big naked shoulders, dragging herself up higher, lining up their hips.
"Harper wait," he panted as she reached for his cock. "My head's spinning."
"Good," she rasped. She didn't want to wait. She wanted to fuck.
Her hand closed around him as she lifted herself over him, guiding him to her entrance. She didn't pause or tease, just sunk herself down on a strangled gasp, her fingers digging into the balls of his shoulders, her head falling back as he slid all the way home.
"Fuuuck," he groaned, his hands clamping hard on her hips, his eyes clamping shut.
Harper couldn't move for a beat or two. She could barely breathe as she adjusted to the depth of his high, hard possession. But then she couldn't not move. It was as natural as her heart beat, as waves falling on sand, as night becoming day.
Primal forces took over, her pelvis rocking to a beat that couldn't be heard but wouldn't be denied either.
"Harper," Dex whispered, his eyes opening as she started to undulated her internal muscles up and the down the length of him. His hands reached for her breasts, the nipples tight and hard against the fabric of her bra, cupping them, squeezing them.
"God. You're so sexy," he said, his gaze roaming over her face and the hair tumbling in what was no doubt complete disarray around her shoulders. "You look like a gypsy."
And she felt like one, too. Wild and free. A complete wanton who knew what she wanted and how to get it.
And right now it was Dex.
She flexed her pelvis and they both moaned at the movement. Then she did it again. And again. Lifting on and off little by little, more and more each time, until she was withdrawing almost completely on the up only to take him all the way in again as she slammed down.
She rode him with complete abandon, leaning into her extended arms and hands anchored to his shoulders and the counter force of his big, palms flattening her breasts.
She grunted her appreciation with each entry, the rigid girth of him almost splicing her in half, jolting through her like an electric shock, hurting so damn good.
She didn't want to stop.
She didn't ever want to stop.
But she needed completion too so she rode him faster, vaguely aware of their pants and gasps, of his thighs trembling beneath her, of a ball of light tightening and contracting deep in her belly like a constricting pupil before something popped and it blew out in one almighty burst, pushing her above them both, tossing her about and turning her around, battering her with rain and light and pleasure until she couldn't physically take anymore and whirled her back to Earth.
"Christ," he said, as she collapsed gasping against his chest, his cock still rigid and unfulfilled inside her. "That was fast."
Harper gave a half laugh, her lips at his neck. "What can I say? Watching you play rugby makes me horny."
His fingers lightly stroked her back. "In that case, I'll get you a season pass."
She sighed as he continued the drugging caress, shutting her eyes enjoying his lazy touch. "I'm sorry," she murmured rousing after a minute. Her breath had started to return to normal and awareness was starting to creep back in particularly of his cock still buried hard and deep inside her. She propped herself up on her elbow. "I shamelessly used your body to get off and was too impatient to wait for you."
"Just so you know, you are welcome to shamelessly use my body to get off any time you want."
Harper laughed. "You're so easy."
"I prefer to think of it as accommodating."
She deliberately squeezed her internal muscles, clamping hard around him. He sucked air in through his teeth. "You're going to pay for that."
His abs tensed then he was suddenly sitting, taking her up with him. "Hold on, baby." He slid his hands under her ass before rising to his feet. Harper gave a little squeal as she held tight. "I'm going to make you come so hard you're going to want to name a day of the week after me."
And with that he strode into her bedroom as if she weighed no more than a football.
Score one for the curvy girls.
Harper Nugent might have a little extra junk in her trunk, but her stepbrother calling her out on it is the last straw… When rugby hottie, Dexter Blake, witnesses the insult, he surprises Harper by asking her out. In front of her dumbass brother. Score! Of course, she knows it's not for reals, but Dex won't take no for an answer.
Dexter Blake's life revolves around rugby with one hard and fast rule: no women. Sure, his left hand is getting a workout, but he's focused on his career for now. Then he overhears an asshat reporter belittle the curvy chick he'd been secretly ogling. What's a guy to do but ask her out? It's just a little revenge against a poser, and then he'll get his head back in the game.
But the date is better than either expected. So is the next one. And the next. And the heat between them…sizzles their clothes right off.
Suddenly, this fake relationship is feeling all too real…
"Score One for the Curvy Girls!!!!!!! Amy Andrews has once again set hearts racing and swooning for hot Australian Rugby Players!!!!! A lovable hero with a broken past. Check! A beautiful curvaceous heroine. Check! Hot passionate sex. Check! A palpable love story. Check!!! Smoking hot Rugby Players. BIG FAT CHECK!!!! " Michelle. Four Chicks Flipping pages
"I ADORED book one in this series Playing by Her Rules and could not wait to dive right into this one. I was NOT disappointed. The same great characters. Fabulous writing. Humor and heartache. A great supporting cast." Eve, Between the Bookends
"I love everything about Playing It Cool. It's well written, sexy, it has great, realistic characters and all kinds of chemistry. I have become a big fan of this series and of Amy Andrews." Valeen Robertson
"Amy Andrews delivers again with the second book in her Sydney Smoke Rugby series. Dex and Harper left their own set of scorch marks on my kindle, with the chemistry that blazed hot and hard between them pretty much from the get-go." Claire Robinson