Billi Jean by Running Scared Page A

shoulders and back.
    They seemed to melt into one another, then. He couldn’t get her close enough. She seemed to think the same thing and wrapped her small arms around his neck, leaning into him completely. Their tongues met and stroked, teased and lingered until he was breathless. He felt the beginnings of an orgasm building, and had to clench his thighs and pull back slowly, or he’d have to let it go and spill down his jeans like some teenager with his first date.
    Breaking the kiss slowly, he looked down at her and realised two things. One—he could never get enough of kissing this woman. And two—he had pulled her down on his lap and she was sitting firmly on his erection. There was no way she couldn’t feel it. When her eyes opened, his cock jumped. Her eyes widened and she sucked in a breath, easing back to look down.
    “Sorry, baby…”
    “Oh, Russell, that was… That is… Oh!” She eased back even more and rubbed her hands over his shoulders and chest, while her face stayed hidden, looking down at his cock outlined in his jeans like some flashlight in his pants.
    His heart was pounding so fast, she must have been able to hear it. She should slap him. Yell. Jump off him. He deserved it. He’d taken her out one time, asked—no, told her he was going to kiss her, then ground her down on his cock.
    She raised her head and whispered, “Russell, I think you like kissing me.”
    Relief flooded him. “Ah, hell…”
    Her blue eyes danced with a mixture of excitement and mischief. He knew right then and there that he was a lost man. Leaning forward, she ran her hands over his chest and up, teasing him even more by leaning forward so they were a breath apart.
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah, but I…I mean, we don’t have to do more.” God, that came out of his mouth and both his brains were screaming ‘yeah, we do, you idiot!’
    She leaned in and kissed him again, gently caressing his mouth with hers. God, he was going to lose it. “Or we can go in…”
    To the bedroom. Suddenly, an image of sex with her flashed through his mind, hot, wet and so good. Would she be upset afterwards? She might regret it. She was a little standoffish still, not as hot as he was by any means, and he sensed something else that his lust-filled brain was trying to tell him. She seemed shy with her kisses. They were driving him to a whole new level of arousal, but he needed to be the one to put a brake on this because she would be upset if this moved in the direction his body needed.
    He pulled her head closer, cupping her beautiful face with both hands, and took her mouth again in a long, lingering kiss, but kept it soft and gentle even though it was killing him.
    Raising his head, he tucked his face in her silky hair and inhaled. She smelt so good—a flowery, female scent that seemed to both relax him and make his cock jump. Her body moulded to his, soft in all the right places. She felt completely right in his arms. Perfect.
    “We’d better call it a night, Sunshine. There’s only so much a man can take, and I want to hike with you tomorrow.”
    She sighed, then sat back to smile up at him. Tilting her head, she blew out a breath, her fingers playing with the hair at his nape. Did she have any idea how much that was turning him on? He wanted her to do that while he thrust his cock deep in her pussy like this. On his lap. Only he wanted her moaning in pleasure right in his ear while he fucked her until she climaxed in his arms.
    “Are you sure you can keep up? I like to go all day.”
    Hell, yeah! Son of a—
    Ah, she was talking about hiking. Suddenly, she giggled and he exhaled in relief. She reached up and cupped his face, kissing him sweetly, then crawled off his lap. There was no way she could know what a tantalising view of her ass she gifted him with in those cords. He ran a hand over his jaw when he caught a glimpse of smooth, creamy skin where her sweater had pulled up.
    “You need to clean that mind up,” she murmured,