Running Away With You (Running #3) (23 page)

I take in the sultry vision of his form, my gaze sliding all over him.  His freshly cropped hairline skims the collar of his crisp, white dress shirt that peeks out from beneath his black tuxedo jacket.  He’s all long, lean legs and broad shoulders.  Even from this angle, he looks every bit the sexy celebrity he is. 

I don’t know if he senses my presence or if he can actually feel my craving for him, but he suddenly pivots around and drinks me in as a smile slowly appears across his handsome face. 

“Juliette.”  He comes toward me, his stride graceful and strong.  He reaches for my hand and brings it to his lips.  His gaze remains intensely focused on me with a heat usually reserved for our more intimate moments. 

When I feel his sinfully soft lips on my skin, goose bumps spread like wildfire, stirring up memories of that mouth on other parts of my body.  “Hi,” I squeak.

He smiles, and I’m reduced to a bundle of live wires.  Jolts of electricity shoot through me.  I want more of his touch so badly right now, it’s almost painful.  “Hi, yourself.  There isn't a word in the dictionary for how good you look.  I can’t wait to show you off.”

“Well you’re both going to have to wait, because first I get to take pictures,” Emmy demands.

“Emmy, we’re going to be photographed all night long.  I’ll send you one, I promise.  Now please let us get out of here before we’re late.”

Not to be dissuaded, Emmy persuades Evan and me to pose for a few quick pictures before he leads me out the door.  “Are we ready?  Do you have everything?”

Auggie comes racing up with my clutch.  “Don’t forget this, Jepetto.  You’ve got everything you could possibly need tucked inside.  Oh, and there’s one more thing.”  Auggie grabs a beautiful piece of white silk from the table and drapes it over my shoulders.  “It’s a silk pashmina.  I thought you might need one tonight.  It’s my little gift to you.  Knock ‘em dead, girl.”

Evan places his hand on the exposed skin at the small of my back and leads me out the door.  My skin tingles from the power of his touch, sending heat pouring through me. 

Waiting in the driveway is a black limousine with tinted windows.  When the driver sees us emerge, he immediately jumps out and opens the door for us.  I slide across the bench seat and place my pashmina scarf and clutch on a nearby seat.

Evan slides in next to me, and as the door shuts I’m immediately aware of how good he smells – the rich aroma of testosterone and sandalwood soap that is uniquely Evan.  He slowly removes the jacket of his custom-tailored tuxedo and carefully lays it on the bench seat across from us.  I watch transfixed as he loosens his tie and opens the first few buttons of his shirt.

The driver hops back in.  He turns around and gives us an itinerary.  “Traffic is light today.  We should arrive in a little over an hour.  Is there anything you need before we leave, sir?”

“No, we’re fine.  Thank you, Charles.”  Evan presses a button and the privacy window closes, leaving us completely alone for the next hour.

As we pull away from the curb, Evan pulls me onto his lap, cuddling me tightly.  “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Running Girl?  Just say the word and I can cancel.  Joey will understand.”

“No, I want to do this.  This is who you are, and it’s time I stopped watching from the sidelines.”  I look up into those piercing blue eyes that make me melt.

I reach up and run my fingers through the silky strands of hair, gently pulling and tugging.  It’s something I do every bit as much for me as for him.  I love the power I have over him when I do this.  He immediately submits to me, closing his eyes and leaning in to my touch.  When he releases a soft moan, I gently place a kiss on his perfect lips. 

He reciprocates with a slow and sweet kiss that reflects our precious, complicated, and constant connection.  When we finally break apart, a small giggle escapes.  Evan raises an eyebrow and looks at me oddly.  I confess, “This feels a little ... I don’t know ... naughty, don’t you think?”

“Why, Juliette, haven’t you ever made love in a limo?” Evan asks as he nibbles on my neck.

“Remember, Chief, you’re my first hot and sexy millionaire.  But it’s probably no different from having sex in the back of a pickup truck, right?”

“There may be a few differences.”  He gives a sexy little growl and returns his attention to my neck, licking, sucking, and nibbling from my shoulder to my ear.

I hitch my dress up, thankful for the convenient slit that opens high on my leg.  I straddle him and deepen the kiss, stroking his tongue with licks that make my core tighten.  I wrap my arms around his neck and twist my fingers in his hair.  I rock against him, and he presses against me in return.  His breath mingles with mine, coming in short pants.  I can feel his heart beating against my chest.

I need this release.  I need him, now.  I lower my hand to his pants and begin to work on the buttons and zipper, my body aching for more of his touch.  I gasp when I feel his hand against the exposed skin at the small of my back.  I’m eternally grateful for the plunging V-back of my dress. 

Evan tenses.  His hand grips mine, stopping me, and he looks me deep in the eyes.  “What are you doing to me?” he asks.

I slide my hand up his body, searching for the small openings between his buttons where I can run the tips of my fingers across his flesh.  I bite my lip and smile.  Breathlessly, I lean in to his ear and tell him, “I’m touching you.”  I linger there long enough to nibble on his ear as I gaze out the window.  There are cars all around us and a complete stranger driving a minivan just a few feet away, oblivious to what is happening in the back seat right now.  It excites me and urges me on.

I can feel him grin against me and I return my attention to his pants, anxious to release his growing erection.  When he is free, I wrap my hand around his throbbing thickness and squeeze gently.  I use the little bead that collects on the tip to wet my palm so I can run it up and down him from root to tip, stroking rhythmically and methodically as he trembles from my touch. 

Evan slides one hand beneath the slit of my dress, tracing the outline of my panties until he reaches between my legs.  A long finger gently massages my sensitive flesh and I can feel my immediate response to his touch.  I push against him as he slides the silk of my panties to the side and explores.  I gasp when he finds my entrance.  “Oh, baby, you’re so wet and ready for me.”

“I can’t help it,” I tell him.  “Can the driver hear us?” I ask him, “because I don’t think I could stop right now even if I wanted to.”  I pump him a little faster and a little harder.  He responds by adding a second finger to my already swollen sex and matching me move for move.  As I clench against him, he smiles that wicked smile that melts my heart.

Evan responds by cranking up the music, essentially drowning out our cries of passion.  I back off him and grab hold of the waistband of his pants.  Holding on to my waist, he raises his hips just enough to allow me to slide his pants down to his ankles.  I position myself above him, my knees on either side of his hips, hovering so that I can feel his fullness pressing against me. 

Evan slides his hands beneath my dress and rips the panties from my body in one quick motion.  The abrupt sound, the tearing of cloth at my flesh, and the knowledge that this night will continue with me
sans
underwear only heightens my excitement.

He places his hands back on my hips as I place mine on his shoulders, where his beautiful flesh is hidden beneath the cotton cloth of his perfectly pressed dress suit.

I take one hand and grasp him firmly, sliding him across my cleft, spreading my wetness across his head.  I position him at my entrance and slowly lower myself, releasing him and sinking further and further until there is no more to take.

His fingers dig into my flesh as I move slowly from side to side, back and forth, coaxing the last small fraction of him inside me, stretching me to my limits.  The fullness of him is nearly overwhelming, and I gasp for breath. 

The musky smell of our lovemaking fills the air, deepens my desire, and encourages me.  Every cell in my body responds to him.  There are times when my physical need for him overpowers my sense.  I want to own him, subdue him, and possess him.

“My God, Juliette.  You’re so tight.  You feel so – fuck!” He pants and moans as I lift myself and slowly lower myself again.  “Go slow,” he hisses through his teeth.

I close my eyes, shutting out everything around us, and surround myself with the pulsations coursing through my body.  I concentrate on the sensation of his hardened flesh deep inside me.  We’re the only two people in this world at the moment, and he is my Universe.  I slowly lift myself until he nearly spills out of me, and then in one smooth motion I take him back in even deeper.

“I love you,” I whisper, watching his face as I ride him up and down.  He clutches my hips, lifting me and bringing me back down again, his strong arms guiding me and supporting me.  I love the feel of him, rolling my hips and adjusting the angle so he rubs against me exactly where I need it.

“You own me,” Evan answers, hissing in my ear.  He reaches down and touches me with his thumb, beginning to massage me slowly in perfect circles.  My back bows as I clench around him, panting and shamelessly pushing against him.  This change in position shifts the pressure and a new wave of electricity fires off relentlessly.

Evan places both hands back on my hips and holds me while I ride the wave.  He forcefully plunges in and out of me as his body temperature begins to rise.  I peek at him through the fog of orgasm and I see his shirt beginning to cling to him and sweat beginning to collect above his beautiful, delicious, intoxicating lips.

I lean forward and nibble on the corner of his lips, and slide my tongue across the seam of his mouth, savoring the saltiness with a low moan of pleasure.  Unable to hold back, I wriggle my hips and begin to move at a fever pitch.  “Slow down,” he growls through his teeth, “or you’re going to make me – ah, fuck!”

He holds me still while he waits for the building force to subside.  I can see the pained expression on his face as he fights against his primal urges.  He is fully dressed from the waist up in his stunning tuxedo, and I’m almost entirely covered by my evening gown.  The only flesh that is not hidden is our most intimate, sensitive parts, the places where we are connected.  I am filled with a raw, carnal need to have him, and to see him giving himself over to the same animalistic urges is strangely exciting. 

Passion mixed with desire and urgency impels me forward.  I press my lips firmly against his and wrap my fingers in his slightly damp hair.  He presses his fingers firmly into the flesh of my ass.  As I rock my hips, I feel him release one hand, and suddenly he slaps my rear, and the sensation is both painful and pleasurable. 

At that moment, all logic and reasoning is lost, and I am powerless to fight the primal desire wracking my body.  A ferocious need to climb higher and higher takes over and I ride him fast and hard.  “It’s.  So.  Fucking.  Good,” I whimper.

Evan adds his thrusts to mine, chasing his own release.  He reaches a spot inside me that ignites a spark, and rapturous spasms radiate from my core to my fingertips.  As I tighten around him, I call out his name. “Oh, Evan!”

The sound of his name leaving my lips spurs him on and he pounds into me. I feel him growing even larger and heavier inside me.  He closes his eyes and scrunches up his gorgeous face, which is now distorted by his fierce battle to climax.

“Juliette,” he moans with a savage ferocity as he tenses and spasms.  He shakes as he explodes inside me.  As the last of his tremors fade, his face begins to soften and relax, returning his features to a more peaceful state. 

I grasp hold of him tightly and nuzzle against him, desperate to deepen the connection.  He wraps his arms around me and presses me tightly to his chest.  I pull back and look into his exquisitely deep blue eyes.  His hands travel up to my neck and he brings my face down to his as he kisses me.  As our tongues softly dance together, I can feel my body begin to ease. 

Evan releases me and tenderly moves the stray hairs that have stuck to my face behind my ear.  The gesture is simple yet intimate, and I can’t help but smile.  He rolls his thumb across my lips and looks at me almost reverently.  “I love you so fucking much,” he tells me.

“I love you too.  I wish we could just stay here all night,” I tell him.

“Just say the word, Juliette, and I’m all yours.”

I consider the idea for a moment, but think better of it.  I hesitantly shake my head and delicately lift up and off him.  “There’s always the ride home,” I remind him.

“You’re right.  And just knowing you’re going to be inches from me without your underwear is going to have me thinking about it all night.”  An impish grin settles on his face.

He reaches across the bar and grabs a few napkins, which he uses to tenderly clean me up before allowing me to put myself back together.  After tossing the trash into the waste can, he redresses himself and adjusts his tie.

There’s a full bar within arm’s reach.  I crouch over and discover a bottle of fine brandy.  “Straight up or on the rocks?” I ask, knowing he’s a sucker for a good vintage cognac.

“I’ll take it straight,” he answers.  I hand him his drink and he swirls it, raising the glass to appreciate the fine aroma.  He takes an experimental sip and sits back, completely sated.

I pour myself a glass of tequila and take a seat beside Evan.  I place the glass in the armrest cup holder and grab my purse so I can touch up my hair and makeup.

Evan looks at me and asks in a deeply serious tone, “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?  I love that you wore your hair up for me so I can have access to your neck all night, anytime I want.”  He places a hand on my knee, and once again I’m reduced to a bundle of nerves.  The things this man can do to me with a few words and a gentle touch.

The limo eventually begins to slow and Evan leans in to me. “You ready?”

The first words to pop into my mind are “Hell no!”, but instead I find the more appropriate answer. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”  I’m both nervous and excited, which has my stomach churning with anticipation.  I try to smile confidently, but Evan can see right through me.