Chapter Three #2
I looked toward my room, then back at Geo. He waited. I didn’t move toward the door.
“Yes, I want this.”
His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth.
“Then when you’re ready, run.”
I smiled and began backing away.
“You aren’t giving me a countdown?”
“You wanted control of the start.”
Of course he remembered that part.
Geo stayed where he was as I took another step, then another. Heat spread lower through my abdomen. My skin stayed warm and my stomach steady.
I turned and ran.
My bare feet hit the loading bay’s concrete. I’d left my socks in the bedroom and kicked off my shoes before coming in, so the cool floor pressed against my soles as I reached the first support column.
For ten seconds, I heard nothing behind me.
Then his footsteps changed behind me.
They were heavy, fast, and controlled instead of blindly rushed. He was hunting me.
I cut into the service passage and made the turn toward the living area.
He wasn’t behind me anymore.
My grin disappeared.
I slowed for half a second, and Geo stepped through the other end of the passage ahead of me.
He’d circled around.
I skidded, turned, and sprinted back the way I’d come while his low laugh followed me.
“You think that’s funny?” I called.
“I think you gave me a map.”
“That was for safety.”
“It can be two things.”
I hit the loading bay again and cut around the far column. He was closer now, near enough that I could hear his breathing.
My pussy clenched.
I pushed faster.
The living area was ahead. If I made it through, the hallway to my bedroom was only a few yards beyond.
I hit the steel threshold.
Geo cut across the open bay and reached for me at the threshold.
I dropped low, slipped under his arm, and burst into the living room before he could close his hand around me.
“You’re still behind me,” I threw back.
“Keep running.”
The command sent heat straight through me.
I made it into the living room with the hallway in front of me. Three more seconds and I could reach the bedroom.
Geo was on me before I reached the hallway.
I spun and shoved both hands against his chest. He gave half a step, enough to absorb it but not enough to let me past. I ducked toward his left side. He blocked me, and when I tried the other direction, he hooked one arm across my ribs and pulled me back against his chest.
I drove my elbow back, twisted, shoved at his forearm, and tried to break the hold while my pulse raced and heat gathered between my thighs.
Geo drew his arm in just enough to keep me.
“Let me go.”
“I’m not letting you go.”
I kicked backward at his shin without enough force to injure him. He shifted out of the way and closed a hand around my wrist when I tried to wrench free.
My clit pulsed.
“Still with me?” he asked against my ear.
“Yes, I’m here.”
His free hand took my other wrist, and he held both in one large hand in front of me instead of wrenching them behind my back.
I pulled against him.
He didn’t move.
A moan slipped out of me.
Geo’s mouth touched the side of my neck.
“Your room is five steps away.”
“Then you’d better hold on.”
He let my wrists go and turned me in his arms. I shoved him again, and this time he trapped my hips before I could twist away.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to kiss me.
The first touch of his mouth stripped away what was left of my restraint. Geo kissed me hard only after I bit his lower lip and dragged him closer. A rough sound came from his throat, and his hand slid into my hair without pulling.
I pushed my tongue into his mouth and tugged his shirt up.
“Take it off.”
Geo released me long enough to pull it over his head.
The scars surprised me. Several pale lines crossed his ribs and shoulder, with another disappearing along his side beneath the waistband of his trousers. I looked because they were impossible not to see.
I wasn’t asking about them tonight.
His eyes met mine for a beat, then he hooked his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt.
“Can I take this off?”
“Yes, take it off.”
He pulled it over my head. I hadn’t bothered with a bra after changing, and Geo’s breath paused when he saw me.
“Still skeptical?” I asked.
“About tarot. I’m not skeptical about this.”
I laughed, and then he kissed me again.
His palms moved over my waist and up my ribs. My nipples pressed hard against the heat of his chest. I moved closer, then twisted as if I were trying to slip away.
Geo reacted immediately and closed one hand around my hip.
“You’re trying to run again?”
“Maybe I am.”
“You picked a bad time.”
He turned me toward the hallway with one hand firm on my hip.
“Your room or mine?”
I stopped fighting.
“I want yours.”
Geo kept one hand at my waist as we crossed to the other bedroom. It was as plain as mine, with dark bedding, a narrow dresser, and a duffel half-zipped on a chair.
I backed toward the bed without taking my eyes off him.
He followed.
When my knees touched the mattress, Geo stopped in front of me and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of my pants.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Take them off.”
He pulled my pants and underwear down together. I stepped out of them and sat on the edge of his bed, naked from the waist down.
Geo’s gaze moved over me, then returned to my face. I opened my thighs wider at the hunger in his eyes.
“Come closer,” I said.
He dropped to his knees between mine.
His mouth touched my inner thigh first, then he licked my pussy.
My head tipped back with a sharp breath.