Page 113 of Bad Run

“Absolutely.”

“I prefer that too.” I place my cool hands on Lance’s heated chest, making him shudder and his pupils dilate. “Lance?”

“Hmm?” His rumbly hum vibrates against my breasts, making my nipples tighten with anticipation.

“What’s happening between us?” I whisper.

“I think you know, little witch.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, you do.”

He runs his thick thumb across my bottom lip, then snakes his arms around my back, closing the gap between us, caging me in. My heart races as his lips graze mine.

“Kiss me,” he whispers, pleading with me to give in.

My heart, my gut, every cell in my body screams for me to give in. To push aside my fear and let go.

For the first time in months, I listen and press my lips to his. Like I knew it would, the world falls away as we come together.

There is no easing into this kiss with Lance.

He devours my mouth like a starving man, hungry for all of me. A fierce need rushes through my veins as our lips part and our tongues twist and twirl, ravenous for one another.

Blistering hot, liquid lust rushes to my core as Lance cups my ass in his large palms.

No kiss has ever tasted so good. Like cotton candy laced with desire, so addictive I’ll be left craving for more.

I slide my hands up Lance’s chest and over his shoulders, reveling in his strength as I melt into him, not giving a damn that my pajamas are getting soaked.

All I want is for him to be closer.

Lance does what I want, pulling me flush against his chest, my ass precariously close to the edge of the pool. Pleasure-filled groans fill the air as his hard cock bumps my aching, wet core.

For fear I might float away, I dig my fingers into his hard flesh and hold on as I grind my pussy over the veiny ridge of his hard dick.

Lance brings our kiss to a close and rests his forehead on mine, moving his hips away from my aching core with a groan. “Not like this. I need you to go inside right now. Please.”

The delay between my ears and brain is significant as I try to make sense of his demand.

He’s sending me away?

I don’t begrudge Lance pulling back and stopping us. I’m not ready, and we both know it. Our relationship is growing, mutating into something meaningful and life changing. And for some reason, I can’t get over my fear of falling.

No matter how badly I want Lance, doing anything physical with him before I’m ready isn’t the right thing to do.

“Okay.” I release my hold on his shoulders and, on wobbly deer’s legs, I stand and turn to go back inside.

“Gwen?”

I glance over my shoulder at him. “Yeah?”

“I’m still waiting to catch you.”

thirty-seven

Gwen