Stripped by Harper James

I can’t believe I want to f**k a football star.

I’m so not that girl.I’ve always been a nerdy loner, my head in a book. And that’s how I prefer it…But Tyson Slate is different, and for some reason he keeps teasing me, toying with me, touching me and making me melt.I try to resist him but he’s so undeniably sexy, with muscles that I want to run my fingers over and gray-blue eyes. I try to pretend to be calm when Tyson is near, not wanting him to see how he’s flustered me with his words and his looks and that hard stare.I can’t understand why he seems to want me, out of all the hot girls lining up to be with him.But maybe it’s because I’m different, because I don’t come from his world.Maybe that’s why he can be himself around me, let his walls down for just a little while, and then…touch me.God, the way he touches me.The way he looks at me.I’m falling for him and he’s only going to trample my heart.But Tyson Slate always gets exactly what he wants. And he wants me. Hard. Deep. Stripped of my defenses. And he won’t stop until he gets it…