Breathless #2 (The Breathless Romance Series - Book #2) Read Free Page B

worse ones in
my life. Some of the other students were loading their carafes with greens,
which gave me a shudder, or with weird fruits just to see what odd combinations
they could come up with—papaya-pineapple-strawberry-grape, or cherry-blueberry
with chocolate protein powder. I left them to their concoctions and gathered up
my liquid breakfast, heading for the door.
    I was halfway across the campus, starting to finally
feel good about being awake, when something—someone—grabbed me from behind. I
gasped, nearly spilling both of my drinks all over the place and immediately
squirming to break free of whoever had had the brilliant idea of grabbing a
girl who was just trying to get to class. “Hey, Becky—don’t spill!” I heard
Johnny’s voice in my ear and I very nearly ended up spilling my drinks a second
time, startled at the sound of him. His grip on my waist loosened just slightly
and I turned to face him, feeling a mixture of shock, startlement ,
and relieved delight. If someone was going to come up and grab me from behind,
at least it could be someone I was into.
    “Oh my god, you’re back!” I was grinning like an idiot
and I knew it; but I couldn’t care what I looked like as I carefully threw my
arms around Johnny, trying not to dump my breakfast all over him. Johnny hugged
me tightly, and I felt my body heating up in spite of the early hour and in
spite of how horribly I had slept the night before. I buried my face against
Johnny’s neck and breathed in the smell of his cologne, beyond happy to see
him.
    Johnny disentangled my arms from around him and looked
around quickly. I started to say that I had to get to class—that I wasn’t in
the DH because I couldn’t spend the time to actually eat breakfast there. But
before I could protest or even tell him the issue, he led me off of the walkway
and towards one of the smaller classroom buildings, pulling me around the corner
away from the sight of anyone trying to get to class, away from all of the
windows. He pressed me against the brick wall, his hands snagging my to go cups away, setting them aside somewhere I couldn’t
see. I kissed him back, for a moment forgetting completely about everything
that I was thinking about—about class, about how little I liked waking up so
early, about how hopeless it was to even go to class when I knew I wouldn’t
take in more than half of what the professor was saying. I kissed him back, my
heart pounding in my chest, my body warming up more and more.
    I shivered and moaned softly against Johnny’s lips as
I felt his hands beginning to slip up underneath my tee shirt, his fingers cold
against my skin. He teased my breasts through my shirt and I arched into his
touch, forgetting everything that the nasty girl from the dining hall had said
about him, forgetting about Claire White, forgetting about everything but how
good it felt to kiss Johnny, to feel his body pressed against mine. “God,”
Johnny murmured against my lips, his hands wandering all over me underneath my
shirt until I felt my pussy starting to get wet, “I wish I could just rip off
all your clothes right now and screw you right up against this wall.” I could
feel the hard ridge of his quickly-hardening cock straining at his jeans,
digging into my hip, as Johnny pressed up against me, kissing me more and more
hungrily. He pulled back with a shudder, taking a shaking breath. “You have no
idea how much I missed you,” he told me, smiling sweetly.
    “Probably about as much as I missed you—though in
fairness to me, I didn’t have a game to occupy my thoughts.” Johnny laughed,
kissing me on the lips again lightly, giving my breasts one last lingering
caress through the fabric of my bra before he backed off slightly.
    “I thought about you the whole time,” he said,
reaching out and tweaking at the ponytail I’d put my hair into. “Especially on
the bus home, when half the team was snoring—you’re a lot more fun to sleep
with.” I