He breathes into me, tunneling deeper as he closes his eyes. “I fucking regret that, too. Are you on the pill, little girl?”
Being with Rush is so overwhelming, I didn’t think of anything that practical. “No.”
And I know I should care very much…but right now I don’t.
Please don’t leave. Please don’t stop.
He inches back, withdrawing almost completely. I whimper. Then he shoves his way back inside me, even deeper than before. I’m shocked that he’s actually harder, as if he’s aroused by the idea that I’m not protected. That he could get me pregnant.
I can’t explain it, but I am, too.
He braces his elbows on either side of my head and stares down into my eyes. “We’re being dangerous.”
Rush says the words as he pulls back, then surges forward again, again, and again. There’s something so excruciatingly intimate about looking into his eyes while he penetrates my soul with his body.
“I don’t care.”
A grin pulls at his lips. “I don’t care, either. In fact, I’m fucking happy about it.”
I don’t know why, but instinct tells me this isn’t a game to him. I’m not a conquest. He means what he says, and hopefully this is the first time of many we’ll be together.
I smile back—until he gathers my legs in his arms, lifting them up and against me by hooking my knees in the crooks of his elbows.
Then he lunges forward. I’m even more open than before, less able to do anything except feel him plunge into the deepest parts of me as he sets a hard, driving rhythm that makes my nipples draw up and my sex ache.
I tighten on him. He moans with an agony that rouses an answering flash low in my belly. Under him, I writhe. I arch. I press fevered kisses to his broad shoulder and sink my teeth into the bulging muscle when he prods a spot that makes me gasp and sends me perilously close to climax.
I can’t help it; I tighten again. He pushes into me faster, more forcefully, with more determination and insistence. He’s thickening and hardening. I feel so full of him I’m almost bursting. The friction makes me keen out loud until I can’t breathe and my throat feels raw. Dizziness overwhelms me.
His rhythm into me now is unrelenting. My bed shakes. My moans echo in the room. He curses, then grabs my hair in his fists. I see the naked need on his face, the unyielding demand that I give him my pleasure and surrender my heart. He doesn’t have to say a word; it’s all in his eyes.
“Vanessa,” he growls my name like a command.
“Yes,” I promise him as pleasure gathers from all corners of my body, now on fire, then burns hot and greedy between my legs. “Yes…”
“I need you to fucking come, little girl. All over me. You know how. You read those books. Give it to me.”
I can’t fight him. His words are an inflexible order that calls forth my every instinct to please him and bury whatever puny resistance my untried heart has left.
Then he pulls my legs up even higher, changing the angle of his thrusts. His every plunge inside plies me with friction, prods some sensitive spot that has me clawing, then stimulates my clit as he presses completely inside me.
“Rush. Rush. Rush!” Then I’m screaming and shattering and coming apart at the seams for him.
Teeth bared, he grunts with every rough, insistent crash into my body until he cries out, his back stiffens, and he closes his eyes in surrender to shuddering pleasure.
I feel warmth splash inside me, then he tilts me a bit higher, pressing even deeper, until he’s laying his mouth over mine again in a kiss full of reverence that makes me cry.
“Little girl…” He thumbs at the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Are you sad?”
“No.” I punctuate my wobbling smile with a watery giggle. “The opposite. I don’t know when I’ve been this happy.”
He strokes my face and looks down into my eyes like I’m the wonder he’s been waiting all his life for. “I already know I’ve never been this happy. You know this is just the beginning, right?”
“Of sex?”
He laughs. “Of that, too. But I meant of us. I won’t give you up.”
I can’t help but smile back. I’m so stupidly in love with him, and I’m sure it will take him time to reach this lovely, sublime place. But that’s okay. I already know this is too good not to last. “I was counting on that.”
Rush
Life can’t get much better. Sure, there’s shit on the horizon. I need to find out who the fuck broke into Vanessa’s place and why. I also need to tell her father we’re together, no matter how much he might wish otherwise. She and I should also have some conversation about whether she’s moving in with me or I’m moving in with her. I’m fine with either, but she needs to choose. I won’t let this woman out of my sight or allow her to slip through my fingers.