Breathe [Running to Love 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Allyson Young Page B

game.”
    “No, I think I’ll head on out.”
    Alistair shrugged and walked with him. They continued down the hallway, chatting superficially when Alistair suddenly stopped and turned to face him. Jace’s senses went on high alert. Something was up. Alistair stepped into him, and Jace stumbled backward to avoid the other man. His momentum carried him into a member room, closely followed by Alistair who then turned and left, pulling the door shut behind him. Jace found himself gaping after him, at the closed door, and then felt her presence. He turned slowly and felt his vision narrow and his temples pulse as all his blood went south. Rowan stood directly in front of him, the huge bed a backdrop to her slender form encased in the dark crimson scrap of silky stuff she had worn on their first night together. She stared at him out of her dark, luminous eyes, her olive skin glowing, flushed with excitement, her arousal visible. Jace’s cock sprang to instant attention, and he forgot to breathe. Holy mother. They had set this up, and it was the best surprise ever.
    His lungs shuddered in his chest, and Jace managed to form one word. “Strip.”
    Rowan slowly removed her dress, this time pulling the thin straps down over her shoulders one after the other, leisurely baring each inch of her flawless skin. Jace succeeded in hanging onto his self-control and didn’t rip it off of her. He wanted her to wear that dress again. She shimmied to force the fabric down over her hips, and her breasts jiggled in the confines of a pale-pink, strapless lacy bra. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep a groan from escaping and nearly had to close his eyes when the matching briefs were revealed. Rowan slipped the front clasp of the bra and let it drift down to join the dress now pooled at her feet, and the panties whispered down her thighs at the tug of her thumbs. Jace thought of visits to the dentist and drills and long needles when her bare folds, glistening with her arousal, came into view. He dragged his eyes to her beaded nipples and lost the battle.
    He was on her in the next heartbeat, covering her naked form with his fully clothed one, taking her lips with all the emotion surging from his heart, kissing her until she sobbed for air and ground her body against his. He set her away from him with studied control and reveled in her moue of disappointment.
    “On the bed, hands above your head, legs apart, feet flat on the mattress.”
    He stripped with brisk efficiency as Rowan did as she was told, and stroked his cock to calm it, watching Rowan’s eyes follow his movement. She licked her lips and his little man jumped in response. It seemed as if there was nothing else on the face of the earth other than the two of them. Jace wanted to explore every inch of Rowan’s body, but once again his control eluded him. He somehow pulled on a condom before crawling up between her legs, pausing only to press a kiss on her abdomen and on each of her breasts before settling his weight over her. Once again his cock easily found her opening and pushed inside past the initial tightness, then into her liquid heat. They both moaned as one, and Jace stilled. He rested his forehead on hers and gathered her closer.
    “Rowan?”
    She opened her eyes and stared into him, and her sheath clenched around him.
    “Rowan, honey?” Jace gritted his teeth. He had to know. “What do you want, Rowan?”
    She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. “You, Jace, all of you. Now breathe, sweetheart, breathe.”
    Jace let go and a weight lifted from his soul, giving him a sense of freedom and strength. He powered in and out of his woman, doing his level best to communicate with every fiber of his being, to show her his hope and his caring, the depth of his emotion. She absorbed all of him and returned it with interest. He shuddered with the force of his orgasm and felt Rowan go over, calling out his name as she did so, the little muscles in her pussy caressing him, the