Running From You

Chapter 33

NORA

"Stop staring at my ass!" I try to scold Tyler but my tone comes off more amused than anything.

After our shower I pulled on my most comfortable black leggings and a soft sweater, considering we're just hanging at the house for the day. The problem is, it's really hard to concentrate on chopping vegetables when Tyler sits behind me and I can feel his eyes roaming my body. He's not even trying to be discreet about it.

"I can't help it," he complains and I look over my shoulder to — surprise, surprise — find his eyes glued to my butt. "Your ass just looks so damn hot in those pants."

I roll my eyes. "I don't get it. You see me in tight running shorts all the time, but now suddenly leggings are distracting?"

He shrugs and grins devilishly. "You're sexy as hell in anything you wear but I don't know, there's just something about the way that fabric hugs your ass just right..." his tongue darts to lick his his lower lip. "At practice I concentrate on running, not checking you out, but right now... with us alone in here..."

Heat pools between my legs as his eyes devour me. He gets up from the chair and walks toward me slowly, every step making my heart race faster. When he reaches me, his hands circle my waist and he pulls me flush against him. I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach, the feeling making my core ache in need. I can't seem to get enough of him.

His head lowers down just as mine tilts up, and I see in his eyes the burning need I'm sure is echoed in mine. The moment our lips touch, my body's nerve endings light on fire.

I gasp and Tyler uses the opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips. I can't help but moan as our tongues dance together, my hands doing some exploring of their own.

"Upstairs," I wrench my mouth off his to get some much-needed air. "Now," I say breathlessly.

His mouth stretches in a wicked grin and he lifts me up and I automatically straddle my legs around his waist. A groan escapes his lips as my core rubs against his hardness. He starts walking toward the stairs, all while I'm rubbing myself against him trying to get some relief.

We reach my bedroom and he kicks the door closed behind us. I expect him to take me to the bed but instead he strides to the bathroom and closes that door behind us, as well. I give him a confused look but he just smiles and covers my mouth with his again.

I get lost in the sensation of his lips and it barely registers in my mind when he sets me down on my feet. His hands delve under my sweater, his touch leaving goosebumps behind. The sweater is soon lying discarded on the floor, as is my bra.

My head falls back as his hands knead my breasts, his thumbs flicking the sensitive peaks. Needing to touch him, I pull off his shirt and drag my hands down his hard pecks over his abs to the delicious V-shape disappearing into his jeans. I pop the button and make quick work of his zipper, pulling the jeans down, and he steps out of them.

He pulls me against him, my insides squirming at the wonderful feeling of his warm skin touching mine. His mouth moves to my bare shoulder and he leaves open-mouthed kisses all along my neck and shoulder, making me almost whimper with need.

I can feel him smile against my skin and then he straightens up and drops down his boxers. My eyes immediately fall to the impressive sight in front of me.

"I want to taste you," I wet my lips and drop down on my knees. I slowly lick him up from the bottom of his shaft to the wet tip, earning  a low growl. I look up to see his face as I take him fully in my mouth and start bobbing my head up and down, sucking in my cheeks. He never looks away from me, his eyes dark with lust.