Page 123 of Get Me to the Starting Line

I know her breathing now—she’s close again. I keep up my relentless pace as pleasure builds in the base of my spine. My head drops to the crook of her neck and I nip the sensitive skin there.

“I’m with you,” I whisper in her ear. They aren’t the words I want to say, but I want her to be coherent when I tell her I love her.

She tightens around me as she gasps and then moans, and I feel her come apart underneath me. Her walls contract as she arches into me, riding out her pleasure.

I’m done for. With one more thrust, heat licks up my back and shoots out all across my body as I come so hard I nearly black out. I can’t stop the groan that escapes me, the pleasure too strong to keep in as I spill inside her.

Her name leaves my lips like a prayer, and I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Iamofficiallyruined.

My body is wrung out with pleasure and exhaustion. Julien’s head nestles into me, and we breathe heavily as we come down from our orgasms. Four. He got four orgasms out of me. Though he’s still holding himself up, he presses some of his body weight into me.

Holy shit.

I didn’t realize sex could be this explosive, and I will no longer make fun of or roll my eyes at Adam and Paige.

All thoughts of my sister vanish because at this moment, it’s just me and Julien.

“I don’t want to leave.” His muffled voice caresses my neck, tickling me. He plants soft kisses where my neck meets my shoulders. I feel a small spark of desire but my body is so exhausted it dies quickly, my eyelids drooping closed.

“I don’t want you to either, but I also don’t want to fall asleep underneath you.”

He moves immediately, scanning my sleepy face. There’s worry and satisfaction there.

“Did I sex you into a coma?” he asks, teasing, nipping at my swollen lips.

“Sure, if that helps you sleep,” I tease back.

Easing out of me with a forlorn look, he shoots me a promising smile.

I watch his length, still semi-hard as he leaves me. He wasn’t kidding. When I first saw him, I had serious concerns he wouldn’t fit, and I’m probably going to be sore tomorrow. One hundred percent worth it.

“Stay here,” he says, kissing my forehead. I reach down to cup my opening, not wanting to make a mess on the bed.

“I have to—”

“Just stay here.” And then he’s gone, turning to head into the bathroom, giving me a perfect view of his ass. I was right, it’s deliciously biteable.

He’s back a moment later with a washcloth. It’s warm as he swats my hand away. I watch his face as he concentrates on what he’s doing, wiping and soothing me. He cleans me up before placing a few kisses at my opening, soft and reverent.

There’s no other way to put it. I feel downright worshipped. The way he treated my body? Who knew I’d ever be glad to have this many scars. All my self-consciousness evaporated as he took his time, learning each and every one.

Who is this man?

He finishes and heads back to the bathroom. When I get up to follow him, he turns and frowns at me.

I roll my eyes. “That was seriously sweet,” I say, reaching up to kiss his cheek, “but I still have to pee.”

He smiles and relaxes, giving me some privacy. My head and heart are spiralling, still exhausted from the race and the pleasure my body went through. I clean myself up but I can’t move, slumping over to rest my elbows on my knees as if I’m boneless. I honestly don’t know how long I sit like that. I guess a half marathon and four orgasms will do that. Plus, since Julien left me, there are definitely no more bones in my body.

I chuckle to myself at my own joke as I feel the heaviness of the day seize my body.

A soft knock on the door.

Julien’s voice.

Warm arms wrapping around me.

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