Free Save a Prayer by Karen Booth

street and down to the Liberty Hotel safely."
    They looked at each other and shrugged, one of them taking the money. "You got it."
    Wedged between the two security guards, we inched through the crowd. It was thrilling, but also a little terrifying. Sure, these guys were strong and knew what they were doing, but what if this mob of people decided they simply had to have Graham? Girls shrieked for him, grabbing at him as he kept his arm around me, the side of his face pressed against mine, scratching at my cheek with his stubble. This was certainly not in the category of things I'd ever thought I'd do.
    Once we got through the bulk of the crowd, we were able to pick up the pace and walk quickly down the street toward the hotel. We still needed the protection of the security guards, but once we were fifty meters or so away, Graham moved his arm from my shoulders and took my hand.
    "Ready to make another run for it?"
    "That's not necessary, sir. We're almost there," one of our two escorts said.
    Graham snickered with mischief. "But then I don't get to feel like I rescued the princess." Before I knew what was happening, we were off running again. I laughed, night air filling my lungs, flying down the sidewalk, with Graham, free from the rest of the world. For a moment, at least.
    The security guards at the hotel recognized Graham and quickly ushered us to the revolving glass door and into the safety of the Liberty Hotel lobby.
    Graham pushed his hair from his face, his cheeks rosy from our run. Good God, he was handsome right now. Good enough to take to bed. And that was exactly my intention. I grabbed his hand. "Your room or mine?"
    "Really? You mean it?" His chest heaved as he fought for air.
    "Yes. I mean it."
    "Mine. I have a lovely view and most importantly a beautiful bed."
    "Sounds perfect."
    We hurried through the lobby and onto the elevator, up to the ninth floor suites where the big stars were staying. Down the hall we ran once again, to the very end, and to his room. I stared at him as he opened the door, still not believing this was all happening, the exact opposite of what I'd envisioned would happen when I came to Philadelphia. He turned me around in a circle when we were inside, and we kissed—a sloppy, open mouth kiss with tongues winding around each other. So hot. So wet.
    I yanked his T-shirt up over the top of his head. "I need to see you. I haven't seen you in so long and it's been killing me." My hands spread out over his glorious chest, completely smooth and silky, not even the slightest bit of hair. He was indeed more muscular than he’d been the last time I’d been lucky enough to see him without a shirt. I was too impatient to take my time, but I made a mental note to later explore his torso with my fingers, trace them down his midline and outline each muscle along the way. My lips were so eager to touch his skin, and I kissed his shoulder, inching south until I flicked my tongue against his nipple. He groaned. I had to smile. He'd always loved that.
    "You need to see me? I need to see you." He reached down to the hem of my dress and lifted it straight up, taking his time, being the usual gentlemanly Graham. When the garment was gone, he gazed at me, hand landing on my shoulders as he slipped my bra straps lower. "You are so stunning. I'd forgotten how stunning you really are."
    Goose bumps raced over the surface of my skin, everything between my thighs now feeling hot and needy, all while I felt lighter, like a burden had been lifted. However uncertain I was of myself at times, I knew this part, with Graham, perfectly. I pressed my stomach to his and cupped his face with one hand, kissing him, while the other hand went to his crotch and quickly found what I wanted—his rock hard cock.
    Graham gasped. "God, Ang. You haven't touched me like that in forever."
    No, I hadn’t. "You’re not the only one who’s had to wait. Now take off my bra. Please."
    He unclasped it and I ruffled it down my arms. He