The Running Series Complete Collection: 3-Book Set plus Bonus Novella (19 page)

Our breaths grow ragged as he presses his mouth against mine.  My body responds to his immediately, and I can feel my breasts straining against the silk of my bra, forming hard little points rubbing against the tightness of his chest.

He slips one knee between mine, and I move my hips just enough to feel him, fully erect and pressing against me.  His hips begin to move in unison with my own, creating enough friction to make me slick with desire.

Slowly, cautiously, Evan’s hand is sliding across my middle, exploring my skin, and moving upwards towards my breasts.  Every place his hand touches burns in the most delightful way.  As our hips thrust and our tongues cavort, my hand travels to his ass.  I find an opening beneath the waistband of his shorts and I rake my nails across his skin, reveling in the delight of feeling his body as it moves with mine.

His kisses move to my chin, behind my ear, then down my neck.  Moist lips and wet tongue caress my shoulder.  His hand finds its target as his thumb brushes against the tender peak of my breast.  Instinctively, I arch my back enough to encourage him.  I need to feel him. I want to feel his lips on every part of my body.  I ache for him.

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 OK?  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, and 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 OK?”

“No, I’m way past OK.”  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.