Page 15 of Running from Drac
Is our relationship even worth saving now that we both fucked it up?
Clutching my dad’s keys, my gaze flits to the shiny Harley sitting in the driveway, illuminated by the moon’s bathing glow. My heart yearns to ride—it always has. And now that Dad has given me a free pass to experience the open road for myself, I can’t wait for morning to come, so I can go on my first solo ride.
Chapter Five
Amber
I wake up to a cold chill creeping across my body.
I never sleep naked, but the air’s kissing me as if every inch of my skin is exposed to the outside world. Warm lips invigorate me as they tickle down my skin, working their way slowly down my chest, seducing every curve till he reaches my lips.
His seductive kisses make my entire body ridge with excited goose bumps, every move is calculated and precise, as if his only mission is to make me feel good.
Soft hands caress my body, following the contours of my hips and torso, working in total synchronization with his kisses as they maneuver their way across my flesh andmy fingers curl into sheets of pure satin–a fabric so soft it’s like being wrapped in clouds.
Eddie’s never spent this much time on foreplay before.Maybe coming clean was the best thing to happen in our relationship. It’s like he’s staking his claim, making sure I never have a reason to cheat again. Every sensation feels new and unreal, like he’s been holding back and keeping the good stuff for himself. Not anymore. Tonight, his only motivation is for me to achieve ultimate bliss–finishing for the first time.
A satisfied moan erupts in my throat, and I writhe against the blankets as he disappears between my legs. I’ve never moaned before, and the fact one just escaped my lips, startles me. I cover my mouth, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
Eddie’s hand laces into mine, pulling my hand away so that he can hear more. His lips work their way up my neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin with his nose as he lightly teases and brushes the pout of his lips over the cusp of my ear. Another moan escapes me, hardening the length that’s pressing against my thigh.
His smile twitches against my flesh, and the husk of his voice purrs like a sweet kitten. “Do you like that, Amber?”
Strange, why is Eddie talking with an Australian accent?
He lifts his head, seducing me with a sultry Spanish moss tinted gaze.
Not Eddie… this isn’t Eddie.
The mysterious Australian man stares back at me, blinking like he’s waiting for me to speak. When I don’t, a devious smile spreads across his face, his lips teasing my nipples as he works his way down to them again.
“I need to hear you orgasm,” he demands, spearing me with confidence as his lips crash over mine and he fills me with his girth.
Ecstasy…
Bliss…
Perfection…
Wrong…
He doesn’t stop until we’re both dripping in pools of sweat, the sheets stained by our forbidden love making. Both of us are panting so hard we can’t keep up with our own breaths.
If sex was a sport, I just ran a fucking marathon.
The surrealness of this moment is not lost on me. He didn’t finish first. He didn’t make it all about him. Every single maneuver he made in the bedroom had a purpose–to please me.
My heart’s doing jumping jacks, my head’s swimming in a lust-driven haze. This didn’t happen. It's not possible. Sex has never felt this good or right before. Every kiss and flick of his tongue was strategically placed on my body just to please me. He left me high and needy. All I want is for him to keep going and never stop. The greedy bitch in me needs more.
“Now that I have pleased you, it’s your turn to please me.” A single dimple forms on his left cheek as his smile spreads across his face and he brings himself to his knees, presenting himself proudly. “Do your worst,” he instructs. There’s no way I can refuse; it’s only fair after what he just did to me. And before I can even think twice, we start round two…
Goddamn it was just a dream!
Or was it?
I’m fucking dripping in sweat, sticking to my sheets like I’m covered in glue. It felt so real… like he was here… like wewere together. Was I remembering what happened between us, or was this all a wet dream?
I could feel his kisses on me, and his hands traversing every curve, but instead of waking up to that sexy accent, I find myself alone in my bed, realizing that it’s because of him I’m alone tonight.
