Dream of Me by Delilah Devlin Read Free Book Online

she imposing? Sam had offered to honor Marc’s arrangement as a way to help her over her grief, but was she taking him from activities he ought to be doing? Glancing up, she gave him a quick, tight smile. “You know, you don’t have to run with me. I’ve made up my mind. I’m going, even if you don’t.”
    “You don’t think I need to work out?” he asked, rubbing a hand over his perfect abs.
    “What?” She cocked an eyebrow. “You need more muscle on top of your muscle?”
    “Ah, you noticed I’m ripped,” he said, standing sideways to her and flexing a bicep.
    Shaking her head, she muttered, “You’re one of those pretty boys who works out in front of a mirror to admire yourself, aren’t you?”
    “If I work out in front of a mirror, the only reason is to catch someone else admiring me,” he said, waggling his eyebrows. “Now, come on. I have calories to expend.” He hitched a thumb into the waistband of his shorts. “These get any tighter I’ll be singing soprano.”
    “Vanity, your name is Sam.” She tossed her keys at him. “I knew you were too good to be true.”
    He tucked them into his shorts pocket and gave her a crooked smile. “Baby, you have no clue how good I can be.”
    Those words, that tone. She felt an interior tug inside her core, felt wetness ooze into her panties. He did not just flirt with me. “Guess you’ll just have to keep me wonderin’,” she drawled and sauntered past him, doing her best to hide how shocked she was at her reactions.
    Outside, she made a show of stretching her limbs. Anything to keep from meeting his gaze, which was narrowed on her face at the moment. A look that only made him sexier. In direct sunlight, his eyes appeared more blue than green. And, until this moment, she’d never really paid much attention to his mouth. His lips were firm, but looked soft and smooth. When her nipples began to tingle, she turned away and bent at the waist to press her fingertips against the deck to stretch the backs of her thighs.
    She heard a soft curse and sprang up to give him a glance over her shoulder. “You all right? Strain something?”
    From the way he gritted his teeth, she had an idea of what bothered him. Seemed they were both fighting their rampant attraction. The thought sent a flood of warmth through her chest, making her forget all the arguments she’d just had with herself about why an affair with Sam was wrong in so many ways. He was handsome, healthy, and appeared willing—if the thickness pressing against his shorts was any indication. “Bet you can’t catch me,” she said, her voice breathless, and with that, she turned and darted toward the sand.
    Sam groaned as he watched her run away. She’d noticed he was getting a hard-on. What man wouldn’t when she’d stretched and turned, and then bent at the waist to touch the ground? His gaze had dropped right to her small, round ass, and all he could think of was how much he’d love to see it without the short-shorts she wore. And then he’d thought about the sensation of gripping both sides of her hips as he centered his cock and thrust deep.
    Ash had quite a head start by the time he’d adjusted his cock and struck out after her. He reminded himself one part of Marc’s arrangement still remained that he had yet to share. Any thoughts of becoming more intimate with her had to be shoved to the darkest recess of his mind. Once he gave the box to her, making love with him would be the last thing she’d want.
    His erection waned, and he jogged along the sand, catching up to run alongside her.
    Taking measured breaths, she gave him a smile. “I haven’t done this for a while. What’s your excuse for being so slow?”
    “Think I’m slow?” he asked, arching a brow. “I was being a gentleman.” With a hand at his waist, he cut a mock bow.
    “Don’t hold back on my account.”
    And again, he cussed softly. A number of comebacks came to mind, but he gritted his teeth and passed her,