Page 48 of Runaway Road (Runaway 1)

“Don’t. Move.”

I stood and ripped the wet shorts off my legs. My erection bobbed, throbbing hard as she spread even wider. I tore into the condom, sheathing myself, and when it was in place, my eyes dropped to her bare, slick pussy.

Fuck. I wasn’t going to last. My stamina was shit and she deserved more than a fifteen-minute ride.

“Brooks.” She squirmed. “If you don’t get down here—”

I dove on her, not letting my insecurities win out. I slammed my mouth onto hers—fuck the stamina. Today we’d scratch the itch. Tonight, the next night and the night after that, I’d worship her body until she came apart, over and over again.

Gripping my cock, I rubbed the tip through her folds. The shudder that ran through her vibrated against my skin and she arched, her hips circling as she searched for more. I positioned myself at the entrance, pausing and taking a long breath to get myself in check. Then I rocked inside an inch, Londyn’s body so tight and hot I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. Her hands came up to my chest and her nails dug into my pecs.

My hips drove me deeper, the pulse of her inner muscles clamping down tight. I let her adjust around me and pressed forward. I inched inside, slowly and deliberately, until the base of my cock was rooted against her flesh.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” I dropped my forehead to hers, giving myself another moment.

“I’m—” Her breath fluttered as her hips rolled. “More.”

I obeyed, working myself in and out. The pace started slow but picked up quickly until each time I thrust inside, our bodies smacked together and her breasts shook. I held myself above her, my stomach taut as I used every ounce of strength to keep the explosion coming at bay.

My hand drifted between us, my finger finding her clit. The minute I grazed it, she about came off the floor.

“Brooks,” she gasped. One more brush was all it took and her whole body shuddered, coming apart. She writhed, riding out the orgasm with a series of moans and breaths that was heaven in my ears.

She clenched around me, and the pressure at the base of my spine was too much to shove away. I came on the heels of her climax, her name on my lips.

When I recovered and the white spots in my vision cleared, I slid out and disposed of the condom in a sack I’d brought for trash. My body was damp with sweat and the water from the lake.

There was barely enough room to collapse beside her, but we both shifted onto our sides as she let me thread my arm behind her head.

I kissed her temple and wet hair. “Damn, honey.”

“That was . . .” She gulped. “Wow.”

“You comfortable?”

She snuggled into my bare chest and nodded.

We lay there, hot and sweaty and naked, shielded from the sun, as we looked into the open blue sky above. The boat rocked us back and forth. The water lapped against its sides.

A week. I had a week with this woman, maybe nine or ten days, to soak her in. Then I’d let her go, already knowing that watching her drive away was going to hurt like a son of a bitch.

Chapter Ten

Londyn

The moment the knock sounded, I leapt off the bed and rushed for the knob. I didn’t bother checking the peephole—Brooks knocked with the same three short taps each night.

“Hey.” Brooks grinned as I yanked the door open.

“Hi.” I grabbed a fistful of his T-shirt and dragged him inside.

His mouth descended on mine as he kicked the door shut. We were a mess of hands and lips as he walked me backward to the bed, lifting me up by the ribs to lay me on the mattress.

“What took you so long?” I breathed as he kissed his way down my neck.

He broke away to glance at the clock on the nightstand, his forehead furrowing. “I’m two minutes late.”