Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I mutter, jamming my gun back into its holster and taking off after her.
I race toward the fence and jump up, my foot connecting with the center of the chain-link fence as my hands go to the top. I push myself over the top, landing on my feet in a quick, smooth motion. My legs are longer than hers, and she’s not far ahead of me. I don’t even really need to full-out run to keep up with her, but the closer I get, I can’t help my eyes going to the sway of her ass.
My cock jerks, taking me by surprise. I almost trip over my own fucking feet as I stare at her lush, round ass trying to get away from me. What the fuck? My cock hasn’t shown interest in anything for a long while, and now just watching an ass sway as it runs has it coming to life. This is not what I need right now. I can’t even remember the last time I had an interest in jacking off, let alone the last time I wanted a woman.
I’m distracted by her body as I keep pace with her and watch as she runs toward a run-down apartment building. I grit my teeth, wondering why she would think running into this place is a good idea. A woman with a body like hers isn’t safe in a neighborhood like this. What was she even doing in the alley? And why am I having all these thoughts? I can’t concentrate because I’m too busy wondering if her tits are bouncing in the front and I can’t see them.
She gets closer to the building, and I can see trash bags litter the entryway because people are too lazy to walk the extra ten feet to throw them in the dumpster. All of the windows have air conditioners in them, telling me the building doesn’t have any sort of cooling system. The ones that don’t have them stuck in have bars on them.
The whole place pisses me off, and I’m also getting mad that she’s cornering herself. She can’t possibly think this is the shelter she needs to see, because there are likely worse things in that building than the man chasing her right now. She’s gotten ahead of me, and I watch as she pulls open the door, darting inside. I follow her, eating up the space she’s managed to put between us. She’s quick, I’ll give her that.
She goes for the stairs, running up them, and I hear her feet pounding their way up. I run behind her, taking them three at a time. I don’t want to catch her just yet; I want to see where she’s going first. She’s got some sort of plan in her head, because she’s on a mission to get there now.
She makes it to a door, pulling out her keys and trying to get them into the lock. She’s acting like if she gets through the door, it will stop me from coming in there. I guess this dump is where she lives.
She glances over her shoulder and finally sees how close I am. She watches me coming for her, and her eyes grow wide with fear. She fumbles with her keys, dropping them to the floor. In a panic, she goes to reach down for them, but it’s too late. I’m on her.
I cage her body against the door she was trying to get inside. I wonder if anyone is on the other side waiting for her. The idea pisses me off for some strange reason.
She closes her eyes tight, clearly not wanting to look at me. Or maybe she doesn’t want to look at what she thinks is coming. It’s then I really see her.
Her long dark hair hangs in a loose braid over one shoulder. Some of her rich locks have come loose from it, a few strands around her face. Her skin is soft and creamy, and I have an urge to know what it feels like. I lean in a little, getting the smell of strawberries and honey. I didn’t know someone could smell sweet like that, and my mouth waters.
I release one of my hands from the door and run my finger down her cheek. I need to find out just how soft her skin really is. The desire to touch her is overwhelming. Just as I make contact, her eyes fly open, looking straight up into mine.
It feels like someone sucker punches me. I’ve never seen eyes like hers. I almost think they can’t be real. They are a light gray, with a soft purple around her pupil. It’s stunning, and I can’t break the contact. I don’t know how long I stand there just staring into them, getting lost in something I’ve never felt before.