Rebel Heir (Rush Series Duet #1)(45)

“If you catch me starting to fuck up, put me in my place.”

It was clear that Rush had some deep-rooted fears about hurting me. Maybe it stemmed from his father abandoning his mother.

“You know, I could hurt you just as bad as you could hurt me. Remember, I’m the daughter of a woman who abandoned her husband and daughter. I could have bad blood in me, too. But I’m not gonna worry about it. And I’m not afraid of you, Rush.”

“You should be.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to do really bad things to you right now. What I really should be doing is taking you home.”

“I don’t want to leave.”

His eyes were piercing. “What do you want, Gia?”

Feeling bold, I lifted myself out of my seat, crawled over to his lounger, and began to straddle him. “This,” I said before devouring his lips and kissing him with every ounce of my soul. “I want you, Rush,” I whispered over his lips.

The speed of the kiss accelerated as he suddenly lifted me up off the chair, carrying me through the doors to his bed.

He put me down, hovering over me. “I want to go slow, but I really need to taste your pussy, Gia.”

His words made the muscles between my legs pulsate.

Rush slowly lifted the skirt of my dress, burying his head between my legs. He softly kissed the skin between my thighs.

I wriggled, unable to control my body’s reaction to the sensation.

“Relax,” he said.

When his tongue hit my clit, I swore I saw stars. Letting out a squeal from the contact, I bent my head back in ecstasy. My legs were now trembling.

He pulled me closer in one harsh movement, as he buried his mouth in me, lapping his tongue over my clit and using his entire mouth to pleasure me.

My eyes were closed as I felt his fingers slip inside me. He was finger-fucking me as he continued to devour my flesh.

I didn’t expect to come so fast. My muscles just started to contract over his mouth. I lasted all of about a minute, unable to remember the last time a man had used his mouth to pleasure me.

I screamed out in climax as I pulled on Rush’s hair.

He’d left me completely limp and speechless. Coming up for air, Rush licked his lips and groaned, “I can’t wait to fuck you, Gia.”

His erection was straining through his jeans. I knew he needed release, and I couldn’t wait to give it to him.

Grabbing onto his belt buckle, I tried to unzip his pants when he placed his hand over mine to stop me.

“I can’t go there tonight. I’ll wreck you.” He suddenly hopped off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared for a long while, and when he came back, I could only assume he’d gone to jerk off, because he seemed calm.

“Scoot over,” he said as he enveloped me in his arms.

He’d given me the best orgasm of my life, and now he was holding me. I couldn’t say it got any better than that.

“I missed this,” I said. “Sleeping next to you.”

“You only had it once and you missed it?” he said against my back.

“Every night since.”

Rush kissed my back softly. “Me, too, Gia.”

The warmest feeling came over me. I felt incredibly safe in his arms, safer than I probably ever had in my entire life

He traced his fingers up and down my arm as he lay behind me, spooning. Relaxed and content in the moment, I closed my eyes to enjoy the post orgasmic haze that blanketed me.

Our chests moving in unison, his front to my back, must have rocked me to sleep. Because the next thing I knew, the warmth of the sun hitting my face woke me to find an empty bed.





I leaned against the kitchen doorway. Now that was a morning view I could get used to.

Rush stood in front of the oven, shirtless with his hair wet, cooking something that smelled delicious while swaying to music. It struck me as odd that the music was country. I’d have taken him more for heavy metal or something.

“You gonna stand there and stare at me, or come give me a kiss good morning?” Rush spoke without turning around.

“How did you know I was even standing here?”

He rapped his knuckles on the stainless-steel hood over the oven. “Reflection. Nice outfit, by the way.”

I’d fallen asleep in my dress, and when I saw the shirt Rush wore yesterday on the floor next to the bed this morning, I decided to change into it after washing up in his bathroom.

I padded over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Good morning.”

He craned his neck back and met my tilted head for a kiss. “Sleep good?”

“Actually, really good. I don’t even remember falling asleep. Your bed must be really comfortable.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. It was the bed, not my mouth on your pussy that tuckered you out.”

“You’re so crass.”

He plated the eggs in the pan just as toast popped up from the toaster. “I forgot, I have to bribe you with a drink to get you to say dirty words.” He winked. “Go sit. I’ll make you some coffee and decide what I want to hear in order for you to get any caffeine.”

We sat down together for breakfast, and I couldn’t help but ogle Rush’s body. He had a lean, yet strong, muscular build. His pecs were sculpted, abs were chiseled into a six pack—or maybe it was eight—I definitely wanted to count the peaks and valleys with my tongue at some point, and his arms were corded and bulged each time he brought his coffee mug to his lips. I won’t even get started on that thin line of hair that ran from his bellybutton down into his sweatpants.