Page 65 of Running Away


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“Hi.”

She looked beautiful. She was beaming, and the cheeky grin on her face made her look even younger. She needed to get off me or she was going to get a very unwelcome surprise. “Someone looks happy this morning.”

“I am happy.”

The groan escaped my lips before I could stop it. “Want to climb down, cowgirl?”

Her forehead crinkled and disappointment flooded her eyes. I’d never met someone with such an expressive face. Every emotion was written all over her mesmerizing features. She was a book I was dying to read. Right now though, I needed the bathroom. She made no attempt to move. Reluctantly, I grabbed her by the hips, my fingers loving the feel of her bare skin, and lifted her off before setting her down on the bed beside me. She pouted. Her perfectly pink bottom lip stuck out, she folded her arms across her chest trying to look offended. It didn’t work for her. Not at all. With all the blood in my body heading south in a hurry, all I could think about was how hot those lips would look wrapped around my rapidly hardening cock. Needing to put some distance between us, I leapt from the bed and crossed the room in three long strides. As I pushed open the bathroom door, I couldn’t stop myself from turning back. Immediately I regretted it. She was sitting cross-legged exactly as I left her, and peeking out from beneath my shirt was the sexiest black lace thong I’d ever seen. Running my hand through my hair, I retreated to the safety of my bathroom before I pounced on her.

I needed a cold shower. The coldest shower known to man. I needed it now.

Ten minutes later I thought I had myself under control when I stepped out and wrapped the huge grey towel around my hips. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I debated shaving, then remembered the way Mia had traced her fingers over my stubble and decided to leave it. Quickly I brushed my teeth and turned to head back into my room, cursing my stupidity for not bringing a change of clothes in with me. Reaching for the door handle, I spotted something that stole any remaining self-control I possessed. A navy-blue lace bra had been dropped and was lying teasingly on the tiles. Reaching down, I picked it up and felt everything hidden beneath my towel tighten.

Sucking in a deep breath, I let the bra dangle from my fingertips as I pulled open the door.

The view when the door creaked open was something that would be forever burnt in my memory. Mia was bent over in front of me, her scantily lace clad ass sticking up in the air as she struggled to pull on her jeans. I groaned. Or maybe it was a moan. It didn’t matter. Either way, it was filled with want.

Mia spun wide-eyed, and I couldn’t help but grin as embarrassment crept up her neck and burnt her face. It was only there for a second. Mia was too stubborn for it to be visible any longer. Instead she squared her shoulders and stiffened her spine, causing her braless boobs to poke forward. I could see her nipples poking at my shirt, and that was enough to make my cock hard enough to pound nails.

“See something you like?”

“I see everything I like,” I admitted, my voice so thick and husky even I barely recognized it.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“You’re stunning.”

Mia squirmed under my compliment. Realising how uncomfortable they made her, I made a mental note to shower her with as many compliments as I could. She was a beautiful girl, inside and out; she deserved to know it.

“Got everything you need?” I asked slyly.

“Yeah.”

She looked at me like I’d lost my marbles. This was going to be fun. I tucked her bra into the back of my towel and moved towards the closet.

“Have you got plans for today?”

“I’ve got to head to the gym for a while and get some paperwork done. Then I have a couple of appointments to look at some apartments.”

“Apartments?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re moving?” As I said the words, it crossed my mind that I didn’t want her moving. My possessive, inner caveman was beating his chest. Although I didn’t understand why she lived with her parents, at least there, I knew she was safe. She’d always have someone looking out for her. Someone to make sure she got home safely. Someone to make sure the monsters in the dark didn’t get her. Mia living alone…nope, didn’t like that. Not at all.

Mia bit her lip. I wanted to bite it. And when she flopped back onto my bed, I had to shake my head to clear the inappropriate thoughts. “Yeah. It’s time. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, but after the other night…”

Her voice trailed away and I couldn’t help but puff out my chest. This firecracker ball of a woman had me whipped. The smirk danced on my lips and I didn’t give a shit. If she was still thinking about the other night, then at least I wasn’t the only one.

“What are you doing tonight?”

A strange look covered her face as my question sunk in. She had the most adorable wrinkles between her eyes and I couldn’t stop myself. I leant forward and kissed them. When I pulled back, I waited for her to kick my ass, but again, she surprised me. Squeezing her eyes, she took a deep breath. “Nothing exciting,” she confirmed breathlessly.

“Stay here tonight.”

“What?”

“Stay here again tonight.”