Headlines (Prime Time #3) - Ella Frank Page 0,16

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“You know, I used to hate losing,” I said, and rubbed my thumb over Xander’s lower lip. “But I gotta say, I don’t mind coming in behind you.”

“Why do I get the feeling we aren’t talking about running anymore?”

“I have no idea. Maybe you have a dirty mind.”

“Maybe you’re full of it.”

“I’m talking about running.”

Xander reached for me and gathered my shirt in his fingers, tugging me close so he could bump his very hard erection up against mine. Then he kissed his way up my jaw to my ear. “Liar.”

As he began to suck on my lobe, right there on my front porch, I growled and rolled my body into his. God, he felt good. So damn good that I placed my hands on the front door to hold myself steady, so I could grind against him a little harder.

Xander moaned and smoothed his hands around to my ass, and as he pulled me harder to him, he wound a leg around the back of mine.

Fucking hell, things had just gone from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye, and if I didn’t get the door open and the two of us inside sometime in the next five seconds, Xander’s shorts would be around his ankles right here on the doorstep.

“Jesus,” I said. “You gotta let me open the door, or my neighbors are about to get one hell of a show.”

With his leg still wound around the back of mine, Xander jutted his hips forward and licked a slick path along his top lip, and it was a miracle I didn’t come right there.

“Then open the door.”

I swallowed, and when it was clear he wasn’t about to let me go—or stop rubbing his hard dick on me—I reached around him and inserted the key. Once it was unlocked, Xander sank his teeth into my jaw line, and my entire body thrust forward against him.

“Now how about you take me inside, detective, and show me just how much you love coming in behind me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Not a second later we were inside behind a locked door, and I had a feeling we wouldn’t make it much further than there.

8

Xander

BANG! THE SOUND of the front door slamming shut behind me was all the warning I got before Sean’s hand was on my wrist and I was spun around to face him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Nowhere, judging by the lust flickering in his eyes.

Sean slowly parted his legs, bracing his back against the door, and in his black shirt and running shorts, he was sexy as hell. The fine sheen of sweat I’d tasted on his skin outside had me stepping between his legs, and his arms immediately wound around my waist. He squeezed and tested the roundness of my ass, and without another thought, my mouth was on his.

The second our lips met, it was like a lit match on gasoline. The fire that’d been simmering between us throughout our run exploded, and the flames began to consume us.

His mouth parted under mine, and when I slipped my tongue inside, the sinful sound that rumbled out of him made every nerve ending in my body react. My pulse raced and my cock throbbed, as I ran my palms down his chest to his waist.

“Damn, anchorman, get your hands on my skin.”

I grinned against his lips and then slid my fingers under the hem of Sean’s shirt. His skin was hot to the touch, and when I trailed my fingertips along the waistband of his shorts, Sean let out a groan and dropped his head back against the door.

Unable to resist, I nipped my way along his jaw as I shoved his shirt up his torso, and the salty sweat from his run was like an aphrodisiac on my tongue. I hummed at the potent taste then licked over the stubble I’d just bitten. Sean punched his hips forward against mine.

I looked him in the eye, and the wild look in Sean’s gaze made me shove his shirt even further up his tall frame. When I reached his chest, I dragged the front over the top of his head until the shirt was framing his bulging biceps and wide shoulders, and then took a step back to inspect my handiwork.

Sean reached down to adjust his hard-on, and holy shit, if he didn’t look like an invitation to sin, I don’t know what did. His abs were tense with built-up desire, and his arm