Rock With Me(6)

“What the hell?” I stammer and pull the plugs out of my ears.

“I told you I’d meet you this morning.”

“I didn’t think you’d show,” I respond and resume running, tucking my ear buds in my bra.

“Interesting storage system you have there,” Leo remarks with a grin, blatantly looking down at my breasts and I can’t help but laugh with him.

“I can’t carry a purse while I run.” I shrug and look at him out of the corner of my eye. Really? Does he have to look this good at seven in the damn morning?

He’s much taller than my five foot two; at least a foot taller. He’s in basketball shorts and sneakers and a black long-sleeved t-shirt under a red short-sleeved t-shirt. I’m a little disappointed that only the tats on his hands are visible.

I’d like to trace his tattoos, with my fingers and my tongue.

Enough!

We run in silence for about four blocks.

“Do you want to know how far I’m going?” I ask him, pleased that I’m barely panting.

“Doesn’t matter,” he responds. He’s also barely panting.

Well, hell.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because I’ll run as far as you want.”

“Okay.” I smirk and pick up my pace, my body warmed now and ready to just go. He easily matches my pace. I wouldn’t admit it to him right now, but it feels good to have someone next to me while I run. No one has ever been interested in running with me before. It does make me feel safer, even if we aren’t talking, just breathing and running side-by-side.

“You can plug your tunes back in if you want.” He smiles over at me.

“It’s okay.” I wave him off and continue running. I kind of like hearing him breathe.

“What were you listening to?”

“It was a Maroon5 song.” I smile at him. What is it about this guy that makes me feel so comfortable?

“Maroon5 fan?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

“Who’s your favorite band?” He asks with a curious grin.

Nash.

I am so not telling him that. Instead I shrug again and try to think of another band. Damn, it’s hard when he’s so close I can smell him.

He smells bloody fantastic.

“I like all kinds of music. No one band in particular.”

“Me too,” I hear the smile in his voice. “You were right, running at this time in the morning is great.”

“I know. It’s relatively quiet, and I don’t even mind that it’s rainy. Are you ready to speed up again?”

“Of course, I’m just following your lead.”

I pick up the pace once again, and we are now running at a fast clip. My breathing is coming fast enough that it’s difficult to talk, and I can hear that it’s the same for him, so we fall silent and just enjoy the run, the constant thud, thud, thud of our feet hitting the pavement in perfect sync. I don’t care that it’s drizzling lightly, that my cheeks and the tip of my nose are cold. I wipe my nose on my hoodie and keep going.

I told myself last night while in bed thinking about this sexy rock star and his delicious kisses that I’d give him a run for his money today, but damn if I’m not enjoying myself.

Three miles in, I start to slow down, feeling the burn in my thighs.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concern on his face.

Why is he so nice?

“I’m fine, I thought you might be getting tired,” I lie. I’ll die before I tell him my thighs burn.

“I’m fine,” he frowns.

“Okay,” I shrug like I’m fine and pick the pace up again. My thighs and calves cry in protest, but I keep my face blank and instead concentrate on my breathing and sound of our feet.

If he can do it, so can I. I’ll go another two miles.

Finally, I breathe an inner sigh of relief when I start to slow. My legs are a little rubbery. I do usually run every morning, but I haven’t trained for a marathon in a long time, thanks to my job.

My ex-job.

My body shows the lack of training.

Leo slows with me and leads me into a park with picnic tables. He leads me to the nearest table.

“Sit on top of the table,” he directs me, his voice hard.

I follow his orders and frown up at him. “Why?”

“Why did you do that?” He pulls my right leg straight and begins working his thumbs and fingers into my thigh muscles and I barely hold my moan of pleasure in.

Dear God he has great hands.

“Do what?”

“You obviously went farther than you’re used to. Your legs are shaking.”

“I’m fine.” I set my jaw and try to pull out of his grip, but he leans in and braces himself on his hand at my hip, his face a few inches from mine and tight with anger.