Free Breathless by Claire Adams Page A

shoulder. I grinned to myself, turning around and over
in the bed to look at him. “ Ahh , you’re awake,” he
said, smiling at me with his bright eyes dancing. He pulled me closer to him
and kissed me hungrily, touching me everywhere.
    I slithered just a little bit freer of his arms and
tumbled on top of him; my memory of the night before—of how he had backed off
when I had asked him to, how he had specifically asked me to tell him to stop
if I needed to, any time I needed him to—turned me on yet again. He was so sweet
and so gorgeous, and it had been so long since I had been with anyone, that I
couldn’t help myself. Johnny was already hard as I pushed my hips down against
his, straddling him, pulling myself up to look down at him with a little
playful grin. “My turn on top,” I said, and Johnny nodded, reaching up to cup
my breasts and tease my nipples, even as I shifted on top of him, rubbing up
against his hard cock.
    I took him all at once, my hips starting to move even
before I thought about it, and Johnny thrust up to meet me, driving his cock
deep inside of me fast enough to make me almost cry out with pleasure. I bit my
bottom lip and rode him hard and fast, balancing my weight on my hands above
his shoulders. He felt so good that I knew I couldn’t hold back for long,
couldn’t savor it the way we had the night before. Johnny kissed me everywhere
his lips could reach, his hands wandering over my body and exploring my curves.
When he began to stroke and rub me, I was gone almost immediately, burying my
face against his neck to muffle the moans that ripped through my chest as wave
after wave of pleasure rushed through me.

 
    Chapter
Ten
    I couldn’t stop grinning—almost laughing—when Johnny
walked me back to the dorms afterward; it was earlier than most of the campus population
wanted to wake up on a Saturday morning, and I couldn’t help but think that it
wasn’t a walk of shame at all. He held my hand all the way, grinning at me,
like we had some kind of secret between us that no one else knew, and I was
still tingling all over, not even caring that my feet were sore from the heels,
that I was exhausted down to my bones.
    I immediately woke Gigi up to tell her about what had
happened, about how Johnny had even given me a long, lingering kiss when we got
to the entrance of the dorm. I was giggling like an idiot as Georgia and I
tumbled around her bed, laughing and squirming. “He said it was really special
to him,” I almost crowed. “He said I was really special!”
    “Girl, you got him—you nabbed Johnny Steel. What will
our RA think of you?” We giggled and tumbled around some more, and I couldn’t
help feeling happy in spite of how tired I was. “God, that was so perfect. You
played it just right.” Georgia shook her head.
    “It was definitely lucky,” I said, shaking my head.
“Going from running into him—literally—to winding up in his bed in a week?” I
buried my face against Georgia’s blankets, feeling the heat in my cheeks.
    “It’s perfect. You are the luckiest girl on campus.” I
had to agree that it was the perfect situation—that somehow everything had come
out exactly right; but as soon as I thought about it that way, I felt a little
trickle of nervousness in the back of my mind. If it was so perfect, something
had to happen. Something had to come and screw it up. Nothing was perfect—ever.
I decided not to think about it.

 
    In spite of my worry, I was practically walking on air
Monday morning when classes started up again, almost unable to contain my
excitement. Johnny Steel thought I was special. Sleeping with me had really
meant something to him—a guy who could have gotten any girl on campus. He had
texted me a few times over the weekend while we were apart, sweet little notes
about how much he was missing me, how he hoped he would see me at every home
game, how much he wanted to meet up again and just hang out—even if we only
cuddled.
    It shocked