Running Bare
Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced
It's your world...unlaced
An Excerpt From: RUNNING BARE
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
She tilted her head back to finish her beer, and let her gaze slide up to the
mirror above the bar and almost choked as her beer slid down the wrong
way. When had he walked in and how the hell had she missed him? He sat in
the far corner, his back to the wall and she almost swallowed her tongue
along with her beer when he lifted a brow and acknowledged her gaze in the
mirror. He was sex on a plate and she was definitely hungry.
She let a smile tilt the corners of her lips. Her gaze flicked toward the sign
pointing to the restrooms and then she let it slip back toward him. With a
casual move she slid off the barstool and without glancing back at him
turned toward the path her eyes had just taken. She took her time, letting him
get a good look at her long legs as revealed by the tight black miniskirt she
was wearing. The heels on her shoes added two and half inches to her
already five-foot-ten-inch frame. She couldn’t tell how tall he was from the
brief look in the mirror but she could cross her fingers and hope.
She bypassed the bathrooms and stopped in front of the door at the end of
the hall. If she wasn’t mistaken this would be a closet of some sort. Every bar
seemed to have a storage closet in the same place by the bathrooms. Almost
all of them were stacked to the rafters with supplies like toilet paper and rolls
of towels for the bathroom dispensers. She reached for the knob and gave it
a turn to see if it was locked and almost jumped when another hand appeared
above hers and helped to push the door open.
She glanced back and there he was, looking even more edible up close. He
had close-cropped sandy brown hair and the greenest eyes she had ever
seen. The shape and color reminded her of a cat but this man was definitely
no tame tabby. She let him push the door open and stepped as silently as
she could into the shadows. There was a soft glow in the room that made her
think that someone had invested in a night light. She silently thanked them
for it.
She felt him move further into the room behind her and quickly turned back
toward the door. He made no move to stop her. A shiver swept up her spine
when his voice filled the silence, a soft whisper that seduced her senses.
“Change your mind?”
She clicked the lock and braced her hands on the door. She glanced back
over her shoulder and met his gaze with all the lust she felt reflecting in her
eyes. She heard his indrawn breath and smiled softly. “Have you?”
“Hell no,” he commented and moved forward pinning her body between him
and the door. She dropped both hands down and reached under her skirt
giving a tug that had her panties falling down around her ankles where she
quickly stepped out of them.
He lifted her skirt up and ran his hands over her buttocks before reaching
down further and pushing her thighs apart. One hand dipped between her
thighs and a finger brushed at her wet cunt. “Just like this?” he asked her
softly, his mouth so close to her ear that she could smell the whiskey on his
breath.
“Just like this,” she answered suddenly dying to feel the hard slide of his
cock inside her.
She heard the snap of his jeans, the rasp of his zipper as he tugged it down.
She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the cool wood of the
door. This was what she wanted, how she wanted it.
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
She tilted her head back to finish her beer, and let her gaze slide up to the
mirror above the bar and almost choked as her beer slid down the wrong
way. When had he walked in and how the hell had she missed him? He sat in
the far corner, his back to the wall and she almost swallowed her tongue
along with her beer when he lifted a brow and acknowledged her gaze in the
mirror. He was sex on a plate and she was definitely hungry.
She let a smile tilt the corners of her lips. Her gaze flicked toward the sign
pointing to the restrooms and then she let it slip back toward him. With a
casual move she slid off the barstool and without glancing back at him
turned toward the path her eyes had just taken. She took her time, letting him
get a good look at her long legs as revealed by the tight black miniskirt she
was wearing. The heels on her shoes added two and half inches to her
already five-foot-ten-inch frame. She couldn’t tell how tall he was from the
brief look in the mirror but she could cross her fingers and hope.
She bypassed the bathrooms and stopped in front of the door at the end of
the hall. If she wasn’t mistaken this would be a closet of some sort. Every bar
seemed to have a storage closet in the same place by the bathrooms. Almost
all of them were stacked to the rafters with supplies like toilet paper and rolls
of towels for the bathroom dispensers. She reached for the knob and gave it
a turn to see if it was locked and almost jumped when another hand appeared
above hers and helped to push the door open.
She glanced back and there he was, looking even more edible up close. He
had close-cropped sandy brown hair and the greenest eyes she had ever
seen. The shape and color reminded her of a cat but this man was definitely
no tame tabby. She let him push the door open and stepped as silently as
she could into the shadows. There was a soft glow in the room that made her
think that someone had invested in a night light. She silently thanked them
for it.
She felt him move further into the room behind her and quickly turned back
toward the door. He made no move to stop her. A shiver swept up her spine
when his voice filled the silence, a soft whisper that seduced her senses.
“Change your mind?”
She clicked the lock and braced her hands on the door. She glanced back
over her shoulder and met his gaze with all the lust she felt reflecting in her
eyes. She heard his indrawn breath and smiled softly. “Have you?”
“Hell no,” he commented and moved forward pinning her body between him
and the door. She dropped both hands down and reached under her skirt
giving a tug that had her panties falling down around her ankles where she
quickly stepped out of them.
He lifted her skirt up and ran his hands over her buttocks before reaching
down further and pushing her thighs apart. One hand dipped between her
thighs and a finger brushed at her wet cunt. “Just like this?” he asked her
softly, his mouth so close to her ear that she could smell the whiskey on his
breath.
“Just like this,” she answered suddenly dying to feel the hard slide of his
cock inside her.
She heard the snap of his jeans, the rasp of his zipper as he tugged it down.
She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the cool wood of the
door. This was what she wanted, how she wanted it.