Page 35 of Quarter Miles (Runaway 3)

Fuck, but she was beautiful. Katherine’s lips were red and swollen. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes hooded.

Beneath my jeans, my erection strained painfully against the zipper. One more kiss like that and I’d make good use of this hotel room.

“Tell me to stop,” I whispered. Because I couldn’t do it on my own. “Tell me to go.”

She shook her head. “Don’t go.”

Fuck. Me.

“Kat, I . . .”

What? I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to say, I just knew there had to be talking.

Her hand came to my cheek, her fingertips brushing through my beard. She arched her hips, pressing her core into my hard cock, and moaned. If she liked the beard, I was never shaving again.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked.

Her eyes locked with mine and those sky-blue orbs stole my breath. “No. Are you?”

“Yes.”

Yes, I was sure. Maybe tomorrow common sense and history would muddy the waters, but right here in this moment, I was sure that I’d never wanted another woman the way I wanted Kat.

She blinked and her hand fell away from my face.

“I’ll go. Tell me to go,” I repeated. If she wasn’t sure about this, if her brain was working better than mine, I’d leave this room instantly.

Kat answered by pushing up on an elbow, closing the space between us and smashing her lips to mine.

I circled her in my arms and didn’t think twice. My tongue dueled with hers and I sent a relieved groan down her throat. The one that followed was sheer lust.

She clawed at me as I clung to her. Her hands roamed the plane of my chest as I let mine knead the slight curves of her hips.

When I moved, she moved, the two of us so in sync it was like we’d been dancing around one another for years, off beat, and finally, the rhythm was coming together. Like when a rider and a horse finally found their stride.

It was fucking perfection.

“Cash.” Katherine broke away from my lips to push up, forcing me to my side.

Oh, fuck. Please don’t tell me to go. I would. I’d never disrespect a woman’s wishes, especially Kat’s, but it would be torture to return to my own room. “What?”

“Off.” Her fingers grappled with the buttons on my shirt as she did her best to strip it from my shoulders.

I sat up and her hands fell away as I worked the shirt free, wanting to rip it to shreds but I didn’t have a lot of spares. I yanked it from my arms and tossed it aside, reaching behind my neck to whip the undershirt away.

Katherine watched as I came down on top of her once more. Her fingertips dug into my skin, dipping and tracing between the lines of my abs. The ferocity of her touch sent a rush of heat to my throbbing cock, and I closed my eyes, praying for the shreds of my self-control to hold together.

No matter what, I’d make this good for her. I wasn’t the kind of man who chased around. I dated women and even then, I rarely jumped immediately into bed. For Kat, I’d pull out all the stops because she deserved my very best.

One knee at a time, I eased my way down the bed and away from her hungry fingers. My hand dove beneath the hem of her shirt, revealing her smooth, silky skin. I dropped my mouth to her body, letting my lips skim down the centerline of her stomach until I hit the waistband of her jeans.

I tugged the button open and slid down the zipper as my feet found their way to the floor. Her jeans stripped easily from her legs and I tossed them aside, swallowing hard at the sight of her black lace panties.

Kat’s toned legs were sexy as hell. How had I not noticed them before? I skimmed my fingers up her ankles, past the underside of her knees, until I had the sides of her panties in my fists. Then I dragged them off her skin, one agonizing inch at a time.

My heart beat too hard in my chest and the tightness in my ribs was painful. My cock wept, she was so stunning.

Her gaze was waiting when I forced my eyes away from her slick and bare center. Her lower lip was worried between her teeth. Kat didn’t get nervous much but biting her lip was a telltale sign.