Run With Me (Fight For You Book 1) (11 page)

I lift my arms out to the sides and suck in a deep breath of cold air. “No, thank you. The cold feels great. And doesn’t the air smell brilliant? I’ve never smelled such perfect air, not even on Maui.”

“It does,” Danny agrees, looping his arm around my waist as we walk. “And you look amazing. This dress has been driving me crazy.”

“I thought it might.” I’d worn a sleeveless black lace dress with heavy red stockings and knee-high motorcycle boots, knowing the combination of hard and soft was exactly the kind of thing that drives Danny wild.

“You know me pretty well,” he says, his fingers curling possessively around my hip, making my belly flutter and my nipples tighten inside my strapless bra. “But I know you pretty well, too.”

“I know. I love you in these jeans.” I lean into him, relishing the way my nerve endings are sizzling to life.

This is different than what happened on the plane. This isn’t desire sneaking up on me before I can start stressing. This is wisps of wanting drifting through my limbs and into my core, smoke rising slowly from wood about to catch fire.

This is the way it used to be with Danny and me, when just holding his hand as we walked along the beach could make my skin tingle and my body ache. When meeting his eyes over ice cream was enough to make me drag him back behind the dessert shop to make out by the Dumpsters when we were too young to have a place to go.

“And because I know you, I’m pretty sure you’re keeping something from me,” he says as we climb the steps to our cabin’s front door. He turns to me as we reach the porch, where matching wooden rockers creak in the wind, and pins me with one of his piercing looks. “And I think I have an idea what.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, the wine making me bold enough to meet his gaze and pretend I have nothing to hide. “You’re right, I do have a secret, and I’ve been wanting to show it to you all night long.”

I reach for the bottom of my full, knee-length skirt and draw it up my thighs, revealing the tops of my red stockings and the black garter belt holding them in place. I know the second they’re visible in the dim light of the porch lamp by the way Danny’s eyes darken and his breath catches.

“I bought that garter belt you said you liked last Christmas,” I say. “That’s why I wanted to wait earlier. I wanted to surprise you.”

Danny curses softly as he sinks to his knees in front of me and reaches out to grip my thighs in his big hands. “Spread your legs.”

“Shouldn’t we go inside?” I ask, even as I obey him, my pulse beginning to beat low in my body as I widen my stance.

“Not yet.” He presses a kiss to my right thigh, and then my left, setting a heavy, achy feeling to spreading through my pelvis. “This first.”

His mouth hovers inches from the apex of my thighs, his breath warming my skin through my satin panties and making my clit swell. I hold absolutely still, breath coming faster as I imagine what he’s going to do next. I expect him to kiss me, or maybe pull aside the crotch of my panties and slide a finger inside where I’m getting wetter by the second. I don’t expect him to lean in and trap my clit between his teeth, biting down hard enough to send a shockwave of desire rocketing across my skin.

I gasp in surprise, but my body arches instinctively into his mouth, craving more of this razor sharp pleasure.

Danny responds by cupping my bottom in his hands and pulling me closer, French kissing me through the thin satin. His tongue swirls in wild circles around my swollen clit, tightening my nipples into hard points that ache for his attention, ramping up the pressure building between my hips until my knees are trembling.

“God, Danny, I can barely stand.” I swallow hard and thread my fingers through his loose hair, hanging on for dear life as he kisses and licks, struggling to stay quiet when he curls his fingers in the top of my panties and jerks them down around my knees baring me to him.

Our cabin is set off the main trail and I know no one walking by can see us, but if I start moaning someone is definitely going to hear. “Let’s go inside,” I whisper, tugging at his hair.

“Not yet,” he says, fingers digging into my thighs. “Not until you come on my mouth.”

I have a moment to notice how cold the night air is against my burning skin and then Danny’s tongue is back between my legs, curling around my clit as he slides two fingers inside where I’m so hot and wet. Soon, I lose track of everything but how good he makes me feel. His fingers glide in fast and deep, his fingertips hitting that sensitive spot deep inside while his tongue continues to work against my clit with a skill he perfected when we were in high school and has gone on to develop into an art form.

Soon stars are dancing behind my closed eyes and I can’t keep quiet for another second.

My breath rasps in and out and a soft moan escapes my lips as Danny’s thrusts grow faster, deeper, until he’s fucking me hard with his fingers and teasing me with his tongue and my entire body is shaking as I careen closer to the edge. And then, suddenly, I’m coming in a long, wrenching wave, my body clenching tight around Danny’s fingers as my knees give out.

Before I can fall, Danny comes to his feet and grabs me around the waist, bracing me against him as he opens the cabin door.

My skin is still tingling all over and my body shuddering with bliss when he sweeps me into his arms and carries me inside.

But the moment he sets me on my feet and spins me around, bending me over the edge of the bed to take me from behind, the way I used to love after coming on his mouth, panic flushes through me with a suddenness that makes me flinch and cry out. My skin goes cold and my heart threatens to burst from my chest as I spin around and scramble backward on the bed, crab-walking away from Danny so fast I almost fall off the other side.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, breath coming fast. “You okay?”

“F-fine,” I say, but I’m shaking and I know I must look like I’ve seen a ghost.

Thank God Danny didn’t bother to turn on the lights. I can still play this off. It’s not too late to recapture our perfect night.

It’s not too late to prove that I’m stronger than any of the memories that want to bring me low, to steal my happiness and all the pleasure and safety I’ve always found in Danny’s arms.

“I thought I felt something run across my boot,” I lie as I reach for him, ignoring the nervous racing of my heart. “A mouse or something. Let’s stay on the bed.”

He climbs up beside me and I lean in, pressing a kiss to his lips before I whisper, “I want to kiss you while you’re inside me.”

“God, Sam,” he murmurs against my lips. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

“Don’t wait.” I reach for his belt, tugging it free as he kisses me hard and deep. I taste myself on his lips as our tongues spar, reminding me that this is what Danny does to me. He turns me on and drives me crazy. There is no reason to be afraid, no room for panic in the room when we’re skin to skin.

Gradually, the moment of terror fades away, replaced by hunger for the man I love. For his touch, his lips, his taste filling up my mouth, banishing the bitterness lingering on my tongue.

By the time Danny finds the zipper at the back of my dress and drags it down, my heart is racing for the right reasons again, and when he rolls on top of me, his erection hot and heavy against my thigh, I arch into him, grinding against his cock as he pulls my nipple into his mouth.

“Please,” I beg, lifting into him with long, sensuous thrusts, mimicking the way I want him to take me. “I’m ready, babe.”

Danny pulls away from my breast as he brings his finger back between my legs, driving into me hard and deep, making me cry out. “God…you’re so wet, Sam. It’s killing me not to fuck you right now. I want you so much.”

“Then take me,” I say, voice strained. “Please.”

“I have a question first,” he says, flicking his tongue across my erect nipple, making me moan as another wave of desire flows from my nipple to fist around my womb. “Do you wish we’d taken a break to see other people, the way your mom kept saying we should back in high school?”

“No,” I say, squirming as he captures my other nipple between his finger and thumb and begins to roll it in mind-muddying circles. “Oh God, Danny, please, I need you.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, continuing his erotic torture. “You don’t wish you’d been with someone else? Just to know what it was like?”

I suck in a breath as I capture his face in my hands urging him to look at me until he finally abandons my nipple and meets my gaze. “Why?” I ask, pulse racing as I imagine what might have spurred this question. “Were you…with someone else?”

“Hell, no,” he says with a passion that crushes my fear. “You’re the only one I want.”

“And you’re the only one I want,” I say, breath rushing out with relief. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to be with like this. I can’t imagine anything better than the way you make me feel.”

My tongue slips out to dampen my lips as tears fill my eyes. “You’re the only person I want to make love to for the rest of my life. Don’t you know that?”

“I do,” he says, gaze softening, until he’s looking at me the same way he looked at me the first time we were together, like something so beautiful he can barely believe I’m real. “I just don’t understand what’s been going on. I feel like you’ve been pushing me away for months.”

“I’m not pushing you away now,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist, making him groan as his cock comes in contact with where I’m so hot and wet. “Let’s forget the past five months. Let’s be you and me again, okay? Please, Danny,” I beg, fighting tears. “Let’s just be you and me.”

“Always.” He threads his fingers into my hair, lifting my head off the pillow as he kisses me with enough passion to make that one word a promise as sacred as any wedding vow.

Moments later, he’s pushing inside me with one long, slow, soulful stroke, his thickness spearing through my aroused flesh, stretching me wide, filling every inch, sending a wave of relief coursing through me as he comes to a stop and holds still deep inside.

It feels so good, so
right
.

I can’t believe I went without him for so long. I can’t believe I was afraid.

There is nothing in making love to Danny to remind me of dark things. There is only light and love and pleasure so sharp and sweet I’m halfway there by the time he thrusts into me a second time, grinding his pelvis into the bundle of nerves at the top of me. I could come in a heartbeat, but instead I suck in a deep breath and fight the pleasure building inside. I don’t want to go just yet, I want this to last. I want to remember every moment, imprint it on my brain for times when I’m stupid enough to forget how amazing Danny and I are together.

“God, Sam, you’re so perfect,” Danny says, lifting up on his arms as he strokes deeper, giving me a clear view of his stunning chest and the way his abdominal muscles ripple as he thrusts inside me. “You feel so fucking good. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Yes, yes,” I chant in agreement, digging my fingernails into the thick muscles of his ass, pulling him closer with every thrust, feeling like I’ll never get close enough. “Don’t ever leave, babe. Don’t ever leave.”

“Never,” he promises as his thrusts grow faster until he’s riding me hard and we’re both moaning low in our throats each time we come together.

I cling to him, fighting to hold back as ecstasy crests inside me, but this time there’s no keeping it at bay. I come with a blissed-out cry, eyes squeezing shut and stars dancing in the blackness behind my lids.

Moments later Danny joins me, hips jerking one last time before I feel his cock begin to pulse. I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him tight, relishing the heavy weight of him as he relaxes on top of me, catching his breath.

“Love you,” I whisper into his ear before I press a soft kiss to his earlobe.

“Love you,” he whispers back, kissing my cheek. “So much. Sorry I was crazy.”

“You’re not crazy.” I hug him tighter. “I know things have been weird, but they’re going to be better. I promise. I’ve made the decision about school, we’re staying here, and…I don’t know. I feel like I can finally relax and let life be good again.”

He props up on his forearms and brushes my hair from my forehead. “I wish you’d told me things were so bad. I would have come and kidnapped you months ago.”

I smile. “That would have been nice. Then we could have done this sooner.”

I sigh as I tighten my legs around his waist, wanting to keep his softening erection inside me for as long as possible, blinking in surprise as I feel him twitch inside me. “Surely not even you can be ready again this fast?”

“I’ve been making do with nothing but my own hand for five months,” he says with a wicked grin as he slides out of me and glides back in again, making me moan. “I’m going to be hard all night.”

“And I may not be able to walk in the morning,” I say, with a matching grin. “But I don’t care.”

The rest of the night is so good that by the time I go to sleep I’m high on sex, love, Danny and the certainty that together we’re stronger than any of the ghosts in my past.

Chapter Twelve

Danny

“And, after all, what is a lie?

Tis but the truth in masquerade.”

-Lord Byron

I wake up to find the cabin so cold Sam’s teeth are chattering in her sleep.