Page 187 of No Need to Run
I groan, my lips crashing down on hers. She pulls me even closer with a whimper that makes me lose control.
God, she tastes good.
Her leg slides higher, grazing my aching cock. I deepen the kiss, forgetting everything else.
Her tits are crushed against my chest. And the cover has slipped lower, revealing tight jeans that hug her figure.
She whimpers—fucking whimpers—"Drew,"and I squeeze my eyes closed, praying I don’t embarrass myself in my pants.
My hands begin to roam, touching her everywhere I’ve dreamed of since the moment she entered my life.
She gasps, and my tongue slips inside, tasting hers.
She clings to me, nails digging into my back through my shirt. But I don’t give a shit. Not when I’m this close.
I pull back slightly. “Violet.”
Her eyes are dark and needy, sending me completely over the edge.
“Touch me, Drew.”
My hand slides up her shirt, then under her bra. When I feel her hard nipple, I squeeze it, and she moans.
“Are you worked up because of me?” I ask as my lips graze her neck.
She throws her head back, giving me better access.
My teeth graze her skin, feeling her pulse hammering beneath my lips.
“Why don’t you find out?”
I pull back, studying her face.
My eyes are locked with hers as my hand slides down her quivering belly. I want to sink my teeth into every inch of her.
I don’t.
Not yet.
Violet shifts, removing her leg from between mine. She spreads them, offering herself to me.
Goddamn.
My fingers shake as I work on the button of her jeans. It takes longer than it should for me to have it undone. Her zipper is a little easier.
And then, my fingers dip into the waistband of her pants, feeling silky, warm skin against my palm.
“Did you dream of me touching you, Violet?”
She nods. “Hell, yes.” Her hand slips to my face. “You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about you. Touching you. Feeling you inside me.”
Jesus Christ.
I groan, my forehead falling against hers.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Violet.” The words slip out before I can stop them.
But they’re true.
