I hoped anyway.
Prayed even.
I got out of the car and waited, leaning against the door, watching. Last night, I’d decided that I was going running with her and our date was starting early. And it had nothing to do with wanting to see her in skin-tight Lycra, especially after the little number she had on in her class the other day, hugging her body to perfection, showing off her delicious curves and round, peachy ass.
Nothing at all.
I was just drifting off into another fantasy about her spectacular tits when the door opened, and out she walked. My mouth dried up. I was not going to be able to run comfortably with my dick in the state it was in right now.
Rock hard.
Thank fuck I had skins on under my shorts.
She was wearing dark red pants which made her legs look seven feet long, and were cut low across her belly, showing off toned abs I wanted to run my tongue along. A matching sports bra was both squashing her breasts down and pushing them up all at the same time, in way that made me desperate to free them and kiss them until they were better.
Her long, fiery auburn hair was scraped back from her face, her eyes shielded from the glare of the sun by aviators, headphones in, and she was fiddling with her phone as she moved down the steps.
She was heart stopping.
I stood there waiting for her to look up at me, a slow grin spreading across her face as she did, and I gave myself a secret high five knowing I’d done a good thing and not scared her off too early in our relationship.
Because that’s what this was.
She removed one of her headphones, walked over and stopped in front of me, pulling her glasses down with her finger, the golden flecks making her eyes twinkle.
“This isn’t twelve.”
I twisted my cap backwards. “No, I changed the plans up. I wanted to prove to you I could get up and exercise voluntarily.”
“It’s not six a.m. though.”
“It’s eight thirty. I’ll work up to six.”
She looked me up and down, taking in my attire, her eyebrow raised.
“Does this mean you’re coming for a run with me? I know you’re a professional athlete and all, but I’m not slowing down for you. You need to keep pace.”
My dick twitched at her confidence.
I pushed off the car. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart, I’ll keep pace. But I’ll warn you now, when I drop back, it’s only so I can stare at your ass.”
She burst out laughing in a way so perfect I couldn’t resist pulling her into me, wrapping my arms around her waist, running my hands up her back to cup her neck. Our lips touched and I tasted berries as my tongue slid against hers, caressing her mouth, pulling her in tighter.
This was already the best run I’d ever been on.
She took her lips back. “Okay, Romeo, let’s go.”
I stole one more kiss before I released my grip. “Okay. As you have your headphones in, does that mean we’re listening to music?”
“I’m going to be listening to music. You can do what you want.”
Such a fucking wiseass.
I turned to Ralph so she wouldn’t see me grinning. “Hey man, you can take off. I’ll call you when I need you later.”
“Okay, Drew, I’ll wait to hear from you.” He saluted before driving off.
I put my phone in my pocket, taking out my own pair of aviators, sliding them on. “Right, Emerson Reeves, lead the way.”
