On the Run p. 22

He saw her eyes light up unmistakably when he mentioned the cheesecake his Mom had given him the last time she had visited.  He had never been a fan of it, but watching Ann’s reaction made him glad he had saved it.

While he removed the wrap to help it thaw just a bit faster, she came up behind him and draped her arms around his waist.  He finished his task and turned to her, mimicking her touch.  When she looked up, her eyes were heated.  She knew what she wanted, and so did he.

He ran his hand up and down her spine, curving around to her front.  He heard her intake of breath when his fingers reached her nipples, so he took his time exploring these two pleasant mounds, watching her reactions to his caresses around her torso.

He brought his hands down and cupped her ass, easily sneaking his hand under the fabric of her athletic gear.  A moan of surprise escaped her lips, and he loved hearing how responsive she was to his touch.  No, he wouldn’t fuck her tonight, but he would make her sweet lips part and pant his name.

Her hands went for the button of his pants, and he let her pull them down.  When she went for his boxers, he stopped her, but only to take her to his bedroom, away from the windows in his kitchen and dining rooms.

He lead her by the hand, and she willingly followed.  He stopped at the bed and took his time undressing her, savoring the feel of her skin, the curves of her gorgeous female body.  She let her pants fall to the floor but kept her t shirt and panties on. Then she switched gears.

She pushed his near naked body onto his bed, clad in only his boxers.  She crawled on top of him and took her time learning the feel of him under her palms.

He let his hands roam, too, and she seemed to enjoy this game.  She asked about his tattoos and he explained them for her.  He felt a particularly long scar on her back, but she wouldn’t let him explore it with his eyes.  When he asked about it, she just responded, “a series of poor choices.”  That had not satisfied him at all, but he sensed the topic was off limits.  For now.

Her lips made their way down his body, and his arousal was evident.  She clasped him with her hand, and his mass jerked in pleasant surprise.  She circled him and soon her lips had parted over him, enveloping his slickness in her warm mouth, torturing his nerve endings.  When he felt himself near explosion, he warned her.  She simply pulled her lips off and increased the speed with her hand until he exploded, a wave of sexual relief flooding his body.

She climbed off him and started redressing.  “Don’t I get to return the favor?” he asked.

“Nope” she answered lightly, “not with your body.  But with your cheese cake.  Please?”

“How about with both?” he said growled before swooping her over and onto the bed.  He touched her under her clothes and kissed her where there was bare skin to touch.  He eventually made his way to the bottom hem of her shirt and started to slip off her panties.

“Tucker!” she gasped, breathing heavily.  He didn’t stop, seeing her eyes dark and lust filled, and when they were off, he parted her legs which were glistening for him.  She looked away, but she didn’t command him to stop.

“You’re beautiful, inside and out” he said as he kissed his way up her thighs.  She had enjoyed touching him, that much was evident, but he wanted her to crave his touch even more.

He licked, sucked and flicked her most sensitive parts until she was moaning, and then he kissed and nipped her some more.  Her body was squirming, her breaths were coming in short pants, and much to his eternal delight she panted his name as she exploded on his tongue.

He never could resist her, and he figured he never would be able to. He cleaned himself up, got a clean towel and cleaned her, and pulled her to his chest to enjoy the bodily bliss as long as she would allow.  She turned to him, her hair tickling his nose, and her sweet eyes fluttered asleep.

He felt like the luckiest man on Earth.  Not only did he have the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his presence, but her skittish personality felt safe enough to drift off to sleep.  Again.

Watching her hard, focused muscles relax was something so feminine and beautiful he hoped he would never forget.  And hopefully he could talk her into sticking around so he never had to worry about forgetting.

As he lay there, enjoying the moment, his mind came back to reality and he realized with a start that he still had no idea what her real name was, or why she used an alias.  They had spent all evening together, yet this piece of information still eluded him.  She had been doing this for a while for it to seem so natural.  He wondered how long she had been running.

The hours ticked by, and he felt his hand move to smooth her hair back to her head.  Much to his changrin this woke her from her sleep, but after a momentary shock, she recognized she was with him and instantly calmed down, melting back into his body as if they were made for each other.

Eventually she remembered the cheesecake and they were dressing before he was ready.  As she joyfully enjoyed the delicacy, he attempted to ask her about her family and her life back home.  She shared happy stories from childhood, but she had not mentioned any events that had occurred recently.  This piqued his curiosity, but he wasn’t sure how to broach the subject without revealing he had been spying on her.

When she had finished every crumb of the cheesecake, she leaned back in her chair and rubbed her stomach.  She groaned dramatically and thanked him for spoiling her yet again.  That was maybe a clue?  She was overly appreciative of the leftovers he sent home with her and for this desert.  But what did it mean?  Her childhood seemed filled with plenty of great Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations.  She didn’t seem to grow up in poverty, so why the need now?

The more he learned about her, the less he realized he knew.

“Keep feeding me like that and you’ll have to carry me home every night” she said dramatically, rubbing her belly, still too thin and covered in scars she wouldn’t explain, but probably because she didn’t know that he saw.

He arched his eye brow, as if considering that offer, and she quickly waved him off, giggling without a care in the world.

She got up, and he followed her to the door.  He would walk her home, but he knew she would leave him at the door; not the door to her particular apartment, but leave him at the door to her building.

He needed to figure out how to change that particular detail…

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