Rowan ran down the road as fast as
her legs would carry her. She’d barely cleared the threshold of the pub
before she heard the crash of Jack’s chair overturning. She hadn’t
paused to look, just kept running. She knew she was fast—she’d run
cross country in college and still held the record for stolen bases on
her high school softball team—and if she were racing any human, she’d
have a better than fair chance of winning. But this was Jack, who while
not strictly an immortal—he’d explained as much to her last night—was
about twenty times stronger and faster than the average mortal.
She saw the corner of Jack’s street just ahead. Not wanting to slow
down more than absolutely necessary, she put a hand on the corner of
the building, used it to slingshot herself around the corner and
pounded down the street. She could hear Jack behind her, his boot heels
ringing on the cobblestones. He was close but she didn’t want to risk
turning to see how close since it would only slow her down.
She saw the tobacco shop and picked up speed, the blood pounding in her
ears as she heard the footsteps behind her speed up as well. She dug
into her pocket for the door key he’d given her earlier, flying on
adrenaline as she pounded up the stairs to the apartment. Jack was
right behind her, she could feel his breath on the back of her neck,
and she put on a burst of speed, slapped her hand on the apartment door
a split second before Jack’s broad palm did the same.
A hard hand on her shoulder spun her around, her back hitting the door.
His hand came up on either side of her head, effectively caging her in.
She looked up into flashing black eyes, her breath coming hard and
fast, adrenaline still singing through her blood. “I win,” she panted.
Jack was breathing deep too, but not because the run
had tired him out. He could smell the arousal on her—she was so hot he
was surprised she hadn’t soaked through her slacks. His dick was so
hard he could hammer railroad spikes with it and it was all he could do
not to pin her against the door and slam into her. “I let you win,” he
growled.
She grinned, eyes snapping. The thrill of the chase had whetted her
appetite and she was seriously considering taking his pants down right
there on the landing. “I still won.”
“Now what?” he rumbled. |
