Harper Williams has never been one to follow the rules, so it's no surprise she lands herself in a court-ordered delinquent bootcamp for two years trapped under Lieutenant Assholes ruling.
He's unapproachable, unattainable and fucking hot. Rumour h...
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I stepped inside, the whole of his living quarters had a low glow and I noticed a few candles dotted around.
My eyes found his, he was sitting on his sofa watching the television, wearing nothing but sweatpants, his chest tattoo out on full display. I bit back a smile.
"Harper what—" he began to say but my hands found the edges of my jacket and very slowly I pulled it open and dropped it to the floor.
There was a twinkle to his eye as he scanned my whole body really slowly. I heard him gulp from across the room and his grip tightened on the remote. His eyes glazed over with desire and I walked over to him after having successfully captured his full attention and placed myself on his lap, my legs spread on either side of his.
He placed his hands on my waist and those brooding brown eyes floated between mine and my lips. So I lowered my mouth down on his, he hesitated for a second but then committed fully.
He tasted of everything forbidden and that only made it a whole lot sweeter. His hand travelled up my back gripping at my skin in the candlelight. I imagined his kiss to be demanding but he allowed me to take the lead, almost as if he was unsure about his decision to follow through but unable to stop himself regardless.
He pulled back and stared at me with alarmed eyes.
"You've been drinking." He said flatly.
"Shh." I placed my index finger against his lips, they felt warmer and fuller than Caitlin's did earlier. He arched his brow at me, showing me his best intimidating stare but it had no affect. Right here, right now he was his most vulnerable self and no parade of faux emotions was going to make me un-see that.
"God Harper!" He lifted my body and placed me down on the sofa before standing up and searching through his drawers. "Why do you put me in these positions, you drive me crazy." He threw me one of his T-shirt's and I just looked down at it with disapproval.
"You're sending me away tomorrow, can't we just have tonight?" I glanced over at the bed and he followed my direction.
"No, you're drunk. Put the T-shirt on, that's an order." I tightened my lips and sighed.
"So you would fuck me if I weren't drunk?" I questioned, ignoring his order.
"No." He said without adding anything further.
I stood up, throwing the T-shirt aside and stepped closer to him, running my hand down his chest and over his tattoo. It was an eagle in flight with the wings spread wide and it looked pretty damn cool. I felt his heart rate increase under my hand and his chest moved quicker.
"Why?" I whispered, feeling the heat between us grow. He swallowed and looked straight ahead, taking his eyes off of me and keeping them uniformed as if he were talking to someone of a higher rank than him.
