Excerpt from They Will Run You Down
[[It was in that odd state that John experienced a long forgotten sensation and was pulled upward from his subconscious and back into reality. He opened his eyes to affirm that yes, those indeed were Harley's warm lips pressed against his own.
Utterly confused, John pulled away, "Harley?"
She closed the distance between them once again, pressing into his mouth with her own. John had to admit it was nice to feel such affections from Harley, but he knew in his gut that her actions were anything but genuine.
Harley brought her hand up and cupped his cheek, brushing her thumb over his stubble while she showered him in sweet little pecks.
He gathered himself and pulled away once again, "Harley I-" he began, but Harley cut in, "Sshh," she insisted as she relieved herself of her blanket and proceeded to climb on top of John, straddling his hips in nothing but a tank top and panties.
John exhaled a heavy breath as Harley leaned down and kissed his lips once more, then traced a line of kisses down his cheek to his neck. Feeling her warm body on top of his was nearly enough to send John over the edge, and for several beautiful moments, he found himself completely swept up in the delight of the experience. He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair then cradled her head with both hands, kissing her back, matching her energy.]]