Free Playing it Cool (Sydney Smoke Rugby) by Amy Andrews Page B

idea. More mutual masturbation? Or further? Wherever it was, she was pretty sure they’d just coasted on past Platonic-land.
    “How do you win?”
    “How do you not?” he joked, but he sobered as she shot him her best be serious face. “First one to naked is the loser.”
    Harper calculated that since she had one more piece of clothing than him, he’d probably be the first one naked. He was good, but she was better. It was a risk she was prepared to take to see him in his birthday suit.
    Sure, she’d held his cock in her hand, but she’d seen precious little of him, considering. He’d seen a hell of a lot more of her through the open zip of her overalls.
    “Turn the lights out while I set it up.”
    If she had to lose her clothes in front of him, she wasn’t going to do in the bright splash of the overhead light.
    “How will I see you?”
    “You’ll see enough,” Harper said, setting her chin.
    She may be doing something crazy and spontaneous, but years of self-consciousness about her body were hard to overcome, no matter how much Dex seemed into her.
    And there was nothing as flattering as low light.
    …
    Dex groaned when Harper drew first blood in the second minute. She whooped and grinned at him. “Take it off, rugby.”
    He laughed as he hauled his shirt over his head. It was hard not to, seeing her utter glee, but he needed to pay more attention to his big head instead of the expectant buzz coursing through his little one if he wanted to keep his wits about him and his clothes on for longer than five minutes.
    He’d been disappointed when she’d wanted the lights out, but the glow from the television screen was enough. In fact, the low light was kind of romantic, playing as it was in her hair, and shadowing the V of her chest not covered by T-shirt. It fell against the jut of her breasts, the line of her arms, and the dark denim of her thighs.
    If she hadn’t eaten off her very distracting lip gloss a couple of hours ago, it would probably be reflected in that, too.
    This night was about to become a whole lot more interesting, and he, for one, couldn’t wait. Ever since their rub and tug sessions the other day, he’d been dying to get her naked.
    And horizontal.
    God, he doubted he’d ever played as hard as he had last night on that field. The thought of Harper naked on her couch watching him, touching herself, had put a rocket on his feet and a motor in his mouth. He wasn’t usually very vocal during a game. He had a job to do, and he just put his head down and did it, leaving the directions and rallying up to others.
    But last night he’d been animated, desperate not just to win but to score as many tries as they could. Desperate to score one himself so the camera would zoom in on him and he could stare straight into it, and through it at Harper.
    It had been a tough game and a loss was always hard, but at least this one came easier knowing that while he may not have scored, Harper sure as hell had.
    “We going again?” he asked as she sat there, the game waiting patiently for her to restart it as her gaze roamed his chest. He resisted the urge to puff out like a peacock under her scrutiny.
    It may have been dark, but he could see the flare of heat in the golden brown depths of her eyes, could hear the slight roughening of her breath as it fell from slightly parted lips.
    Her stare slammed into his groin and jolted through his dick like an electric shock. He was stiff as a pike in seconds.
    “Hmm?” She glanced at him with what appeared to be difficulty. “Oh…sure…yeah.”
    Dex suppressed a smile as the game restarted. He hoped she was distracted enough to make a mistake with the game, because he meant to have her clothes off as quickly as goddamn possible.
    Within a minute he’d taken down one of her guys. “Your turn.” He smiled, his heart thudding against his ribs, his mouth salivating at the thought of seeing her breasts again.
    She hesitated for a moment before standing and