Page 63 of The Front Runner
I step forward. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”
His jaw ticks, but he doesn’t move, continuing to stand in the doorway like a sentinel.
“I’m sorry I took so long to figure this out.”
I take another step, unable to resist his appeal. I’ve been moving toward him slowly this entire time. Since the first time I laid eyes on Stefan, I’ve been in his orbit. And suddenly, the pull is more than I can bear.
Right now, he’s too close, and I’m too weak.
“I’m sorry you’re too invested.”
He grunts as I move into the entryway of his house. Mere inches separate us now. My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I weigh my next words. My fingers itch to touch him, and I follow their lead, reaching up under the tails of his dress shirt to his hastily buttoned slacks. The zipper is still open and there’s no doubt in my mind what I interrupted him doing by charging back up here.
I pop the button open and slide my hand down over his firm stomach and the front of his tight boxers where I can feel the swell of his rock-hard cock. “But not that sorry.” I squeeze and feel my cheeks heat when he jumps. I meet his eyes now, but they give away nothing. He put himself on the line and I turned him away, so I guess it’s my turn to make it up to him. “Because I’m a little too invested myself.”
I drop to my knees, feeling the smooth hardwoods and the silk of my dress beneath them. “Let me show you.”
With one firm tug, his pants and boxers slide down around his legs and his dick springs free, bobbing in front of me.
“Mira. Get up,” he growls.
“No.” I palm his bare length, relishing the feel of his smooth skin against my hand. “I’m not done apologizing yet.”
“I told you to stop apologizing.” I stare at him from beneath my lashes, feeling a strange type of power coursing through me as I kneel before him.Is this how he felt on his knees for me?Because all I want is for him to be thrusting into my mouth and whispering my name.
With one hand on each of his tone thighs, I let my tongue graze the drop of arousal glistening on the tip of his cock. He groans and tips his head back.
“Should I stop?” I ask with feigned innocence.
One broad palm strokes my head as he stares down at me. The night air is cool against my back through the open door, but the energy between us runs hot, crackling with electricity.
“No.” His voice is so raspy, I almost don’t hear his simple response.
But with that one word, I pounce, opening my jaw wide and taking him into my mouth. My tongue swirls and my cheeks hollow out as I suck. Stefan’s hand is gentle against my hair while I bob in front of him, hoping to show him with my mouth how real this is. How badly I want this.
How badly I wanthim.
My hands roam his body. Fingers tracing the defined lines of his abs before reaching behind him to squeeze his ass. The ass I’ve been staring at far too much.
As I increase my pace, his fingers tangle in my hair, and his opposite hand scoops up my loose hair in a fist.
“Hard to have a good view of your apology with all this hair in the way, Mira.” His fingers tense, tugging lightly at the roots, and my core vibrates.
I hum in pleasure at his corresponding moan. I tilt my head back and peer up into his eyes through my thick lashes, feeling his length bump up against the back of my throat and gagging slightly as I do. Heat flashes in his green irises, and I brace my palms against his thighs again before going soft in his hands.
He must feel the shift because he takes over, fingers gripping my hair to move my head in a rhythm which suits him, and I submit, loving the feel of him taking charge.
And excited about the way my body tingles, the way my dress feels too restrictive. Excited about the open door behind us—the thought that anyone could pull up to his house and catch me on my knees with his dick in my mouth.
Excited in a way I’ve never been until tonight.
His stomach and the loose ends of his dress shirt bump against my nose as he pumps into me, and my jaw aches in the most delicious way.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Mira. Down on your knees for me. Dark red lips wrapped around my cock.” I moan on his length, feeling myself melt for him, practically purring at the compliment and how undone he sounds. His fingers tug my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes. “But this is no apology.” His eyes dance between mine as he stills in my mouth and brushes my cheek with his thumb. “This isn’t even you begging. This is just you taking what you want.” He leans forward, and his voice goes quiet. “This is instinct. This isreal.Andyouwantme.”
I blink a couple times but don’t make a move.I want him so badly.
“I guess you’re a lucky girl because I want you, too. I have since the first day I laid eyes on you.”
