Running Back to You (The Running Series, #1) (20 page)

As his hand finds its way beneath the silk that separates us, I squeeze
his ass.  He cups my breast as his thumb and finger squeeze and twist.  My legs
respond first, freeing themselves from his binding pressure, and wrap around
his thighs.  His throbbing erection is becoming more demanding, seeking to find
entrance between the junction of my thighs.

He is trailing kisses across my collarbone.  My hands move up his body
and explore the gloriously toned muscles of his back.  Again, my nails scrape
across his skin, causing him to release a deep moan.  He pulls down on the neck
of my top, releasing my breast to his desperate kisses.  Immediately, his lips
move to my breast, bathing me in his warm mouth.  At first, he licks softly,
slowly drawing on my nipple, feeling it grow tighter in his mouth.  His tongue
playfully toys with me while his teeth produce just enough pressure to send
chills down my spine.

I find the hem of his shirt, and I tug it higher and higher, until he
stops his hungry ministrations long enough to whip off his shirt and throw it
to the ground.  He pauses to look at me, offering me a chance to enjoy the site
of his bare chest.  My eyes soak in the curves and lines of his sculptured
stomach.  His hipbones expose a sexy v-line that disappears beneath his
waistband. 

He repays my desire to feel flesh on flesh by helping to remove my shirt
and dropping it to the ground beside his own.  He returns to tend to my swollen
breast while his hand travels to my back, skillfully releasing my bra and
freeing both my breasts for his explorations. 

Gently, he lowers himself on top of me, allowing our bare skin to meet. 
His hand slides behind my back, and he pulls me closer to him.  I allow my
hands to grip the muscles on his bare arms and shoulders as they strain to
maintain our bond.  Our lips find each other and he kisses me gently, nibbling
on my lip as my body hums with pleasure.

We break apart, gasping for breath.  Evan gazes down at me and whispers,
“Stay with me tonight.”  Wordlessly, I nod and bite my bottom lip.  Before I
can process what’s happening, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me to
his bedroom.

With a loud bang, he slams the door shut with his foot, and then
carefully places my feet on the ground.  “Are you sure this is okay?  I want
you so badly right now, but if it doesn’t feel right, we can stop.”

“Evan, please make love to me before I explode.”  I eagerly step towards
him, unbutton and unzip his shorts.  He steps out of them, and standing before
me is a magnificently naked man.  My eyes follow his strong chest down to his
six-pack abs.  He is ready for me, and I ache to touch him.  Cautiously, my
fingers skim over his thick, hard length.  I wrap my hand around him and my
thumb glides across the tip and into the pearly liquid that awaits me.  “God,
you’re gorgeous.”

“Fuck, Juliette.  If you keep that up, this is going to be over much quicker than
I’d like.”  He
steps back and turns me away from him.  His hand reaches across my belly, skimming across my skin as I lean back into
him.  I can feel his arousal pressing up against my back while he releases the
button on my shorts and slides down the zipper.  Evan slides his hand between
my skin and panties.  Slowly, his fingers explore the places where I need him
the most, and I move my hips instinctively, urging his fingers to plunge inside
me.  His fingers tease me as they explore my wetness, tenderly caressing the
soft folds of my sex.  I find myself struggling to breathe as I feel a
tightness begin to grow in my belly and spread below.  The sensations are too
strong to control and I am unable to think.  Evan nibbles on my ear, causing
all thoughts to disappear, leaving me to enjoy the impulses coursing through my
body.

His palm rubs against me as his fingers find their entry, first one, then
two.  “You’re so wet for me,” he breathes.  While one hand is buried deep
inside, he reaches up and takes my breast into his free hand.  Gently tugging
on each nipple puts me over the edge, and the first wave of pleasurable
explosions begin rippling through my body.

I reach down to remove his hand from between my legs while I slowly and
deliberately bring his fingers to my lips.  I slide his fingers inside my
mouth, taking as much of him as I can, I close my lips on his fingers and
suck.  My tongue strokes his fingers and I moan as I slide my lips down to the
tip of his fingers, then back up again.

Evan flips me around again so we are face to face.  “Take these off.  Now!” 
He eases my shorts and panties down as I help him remove them from my body.  As
if I weigh nothing, he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him.  He devours
me with his urgent kisses as he carries me to his bed.  He climbs on top of me,
places an arm behind my waist, and glides me up to the center of the bed.

“Stay right here,” he demands as he reaches over to his dresser, “I have
to get a condom.”

“I’m on the pill.”  He smiles that earth-shattering, dimpled grin,
returns to hover over me, and I wrap my arms around his neck.  Slowly,
passionately, he leans down and kisses me.  My legs open for him as he rubs
against me, teasing me.  He continues to rub against me, circling his hips,
making me slick with want.  “Evan, please.  I want you.”

“Where do you want me, Juliette?  Tell me.”  His words are a whisper in
my ear, and my body quivers.  I rock my hips to show him what I need.  “Tell
me, sweetheart.”

“I want you inside me, Evan.  I need you inside me.”  Slowly, so we can
feel every sensation, he slides himself inside me.  Inch by inch, he buries
himself deep inside me until he reaches the hilt. 

“You’re so tight.  God, you feel good.  Don’t move; I want to watch you,
Juliette.”  Hearing my name on his lips as he slowly withdraws from me is
incredibly hot.  He looks at me, biting his own lip as he slowly slides his
length back inside me.  I lift my knees so he can push in even deeper.  I rock
my hips again, feeling his body tense and throb.  Our eyes are locked on each
other, neither one of us breaking the connection.

I take a deep breath, inhaling his scent, as we move together.  With each
new movement, I watch his face for signs of pleasure.  The sight of his sexy
smile make my toes curl.  Feelings invade my body that I have never felt
before.  “You are so beautiful.  I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he
whispers in my ear.

His hands find mine and we lace our fingers together.  He plants his lips
on mine, claiming me, owning me.  He begins to move, filling me, and then draining
me slowly.  “Harder, Evan,” I thrust my hips towards him, wrap my legs around
his legs, and gyrate and rub against him, pleading, “Please.”

“Oh, God, Juliette.”  My legs release their grip on him, and he closes
his eyes as he plunges back inside me.  “Fuck,” he mutters as begins to move
more quickly in and out.  I match his thrusts and we find a satisfying rhythm. 
I dig my nails into his back and feel myself begin to tighten against him.

Our bodies fit together perfectly, forming a perfect union.  The feeling
of him inside me is so intense and my need for him is so great, it’s almost
painful.  Evan stops, momentarily, then slowly begins to build a rhythm again
and I let out a cry of delight.  I grab the sheets and hold on as I feel another
wave of pure joy growing inside me.  Almost on cue, Evan loops his arm beneath
my knee, while his other hand slips between my legs, and his thumb finds my
sweet spot.  When he pounds into me, it’s almost too much for me to take. 
“Yes, sweetheart, I want to feel you.  Let go!”  Instantly, a mind-blowing
orgasm tears through my body, and I squeeze down on him, taking him with me. 
He lets out a deep moan and I feel him shudder against me as he releases inside
me and we climax together.

He lies on top of me, never breaking our connection.  “Am I too heavy?  I
can move.  Just give me a minute.”

“Please don’t move, stay with me,” and I close my eyes to enjoy the
moment.  This moment.  Our moment.

He snakes his arms around my back, and rolls us both over, still
maintaining our connection.  Unnamed emotions fill the room.  “I’m not going
anywhere, Juliette.  There’s no getting rid of me now.”  He reaches up and
gently moves hair away from my face and caresses my cheek. 

I squirm a little, and a giggle slips from my lips.  Evan eyes me
suspiciously and asks, “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m way past okay.”  I lightly run my fingers across his chest, and
his eyes alight with passion.  I slowly rock back and forth on top of him,
igniting a fire in him that grows and fills me again.  He grips my hips and
takes my breast into his mouth.  He leans back taking me with him.  We find our
rhythm again, as we softly move against each other. 

He guides my hips up and down slowly.  I lean forward, allowing him to
slip out so I can feel his erection press against me, tease me.  I bring him
back to my entrance and sink down on him until he’s completely buried inside of
me.

Evan holds on tight as I rock back and forth, side to side, feeling every
inch of him fill me.  “Oh, Juliette,” he moans into my mouth.  I throw my head
back and grind onto him harder.  Each time I push down, I tighten my muscles
around him.  I feel that familiar pull and tightening as I call out Evan’s
name.  I explode around him, completely drained, and collapse on top of him.

Instantly, Evan has me on the bed, lying on my stomach and he slides out
from under me.  He glides me to the edge of the bed, and trails kisses down my
back.  The scruff on his chin scrapes seductively across the sensitive skin of
my back, sending impulses raging through my body.  Gradually, he enters me
again.  My nerve endings are raw, and instantly, I am brought back to the brink
of ecstasy.  His pace quickens, and he calls out my name as he explodes inside
me.

We collapse onto the bed together, and Evan kisses me sweetly.  Our
breathing is ragged, and we are both wet with sweat and sex.  Eventually, our
breathing calms, and I am running my fingers through his hair, holding him
tightly to me.  “That was incredible,” he glows.  We lay together for the
longest time, wrapped in each other’s arms, gazing into each other’s eyes and
sharing tender kisses.

My eyes grow heavy and I release a long, deep yawn.  I’m exhausted.  Evan
pulls the blanket up over us, and I drift off while wrapped in his arms.  I
have the most amazing dreams of happily ever after.

I
wake first this time.  The sun is beaming through the window, casting a
warm glow on the sleeping wonder that is my boyfriend.  Evan’s dark hair is a
wild frenzy, thanks in no small part to my appetite for running my fingers
through it countless times last night. 

The sheets are a tangled mess at the foot of the bed, and a swath of
cloth barely covers us, exposing his body just enough so that I can enjoy the
view.  I love the vision of his bare chest, revealing his tight muscles.  My
eyes trail across his magnificent body, finding a delicate trail of hair that
begins just below his navel and leads to his impressive manhood that brought me
so much pleasure and delight last night. 

Memories invade my mind, and I can feel my own arousal returning.  We
have crossed a threshold, and there’s no turning back.  My heart is in his
hands now.  I can’t hold back or hide my feelings for him anymore.  I want
him.  I need him.  I adore him.

I slip slowly from the bed, trying not to disturb him.  Tip-toeing around
the room, I try to find my clothes.  The image of Evan stripping off my shirt
and tossing it across the deck flashes through my mind, and I abandon the
search.

“Mmm ... good morning beautiful,” Evan’s voice hums.  “Looking for
something?”  He stretches his arms and folds them back behind his head, muscles
flexing and stretching in his biceps.

I almost forget that I am naked, standing in front of this beautiful
man.  I can only imagine what my hair must look like.  “Good morning,
handsome.” 

“Come back to bed, sweetheart.”  His eyes watch my every move.  I shake
my head, turn and start walking towards his bathroom.  There’s no need to be
shy around this man any more.  Leaving the door wide open, I walk into the
master bath, turn on the water, and step in to the glass-enclosed shower.  The
window facing the beach is wide open, and as I stand under the hot water, I
watch the waves breaking on the surf.  By the position of the sun on the
horizon, I figure it must be sometime after eight.  The hot water feels
refreshing on my muscles that ache from last night’s workout.  I close my eyes,
and images of last night’s lovemaking occupy my every thought.  A groan of
satisfaction erupts low in my throat as the memories wash over me.

“I love to hear you make that sound.  Was it for me?”  Evan’s hands are
on my hips as he stands behind me in the shower.  Soft kisses sweep across my shoulder,
and I release another soft moan of appreciation.  No more words are needed.