Rush Too Far (Rosemary Beach #4)(35)

When someone is handed a piece of heaven, he can’t just forget it. My breathing was becoming difficult as I pulled her closer and lowered my head to pull one of those ni**les into my mouth and sucked on it, as I’d imagined doing more than once.

Blaire grabbed my shoulders and cried out my name, making any control I had thought I was holding on to vanish. I let her nipple pop free of my mouth so I could stick my tongue out and let her see the silver barbell she’d been so interested in flick over her skin. “Tastes like candy. Girls shouldn’t taste so sweet. It’s dangerous,” I told her, then ran my nose along her neck and inhaled deeply. “And you smell incredible.”

Nothing would ever smell as good as Blaire. Nothing. Her mouth was slightly open, and she took fast little breaths as I cupped her br**sts with my hands. That mouth and those lips. I couldn’t get them out of my head. Kissing had always been something I didn’t do easily. But with Blaire, it was all I could think about. She tasted so sweet and clean. Her mouth was mine and only mine when I kissed her lips.

Tugging on her ni**les, I teased her, and she moaned into my mouth. Her small hands slipped under my shirt and began exploring my stomach. She was spending a lot of time on my abs, causing a smile to tug at my lips. My girl liked my stomach. I’d give her better access if that was what she wanted.

I reached for my shirt with one hand, jerked it over my head, and tossed it away, then went right back to kissing those now-swollen lips of hers. I loved the way they felt against mine.

Blaire arched her back, rubbing her br**sts against my now-bare chest, and I had to suck in to catch my breath. Shit, that felt good. It was so simple, but it was incredible, because it was Blaire. Everything with her felt like it was new. I didn’t want to miss any of it. I wanted to soak in every moan and cry from her lips.

I wrapped her up in my arms and pressed her against me, and she clawed gently at my back as an excited sound came from her mouth.

“Sweet Blaire,” I said, and I freed her mouth long enough to pull her bottom lip into my mouth so I could suck on it. I loved how full it was. I could spend hours with just her mouth. But she was wiggling under me and opening her legs wider. She was searching, and I knew exactly what she wanted, even if she wasn’t sure.

I wanted to take my time and cherish her, but her sexy little body was getting needy and moving frantically beneath me. I touched her knee, and she jumped from my touch and then stilled. Slowly, I ran my hand up her thigh, giving her time to stop me if this was too fast.

Her legs fell open completely, as if offering me an invitation, and the smell of her heat hit me. Holy shit, that was good. So so so good. I inhaled deeply before running a finger along the wet fabric of her panties.

Blaire jerked against my touch and let out a small whimper. God, how was I gonna be able to control myself? This was too much. She smelled too good, and her sounds . . . f**k, they were hot.

“Easy. I just want to see if it’s as f**king sweet down there as the rest of you,” I told her, and she trembled in my arms. She didn’t want me to stop. The trembling and the desperate look in her eyes let me know everything I needed to know. I held her gaze and my breath as I slipped a finger inside the satin and felt the wetness there, waiting for me.

“Rush,” she said in a desperate voice as she squeezed my shoulder.

“Shhh, it’s OK,” I said.

But was it? Fuck, she was soaked, and the smell was intoxicating. The whole damn car smelled like Blaire’s arousal. I was so close to coming in my jeans it was ridiculous. She hadn’t even touched me.

I buried my head in her neck and tried to smell the sweet scent of her skin and get some control. Her arousal was about to kill me. “This is too f**king much,” I told her.

Then I moved my finger through her hot, slick opening, and she bucked underneath me and screamed out my name. Shit. Oh, f**k. Shit. I was panting. I couldn’t catch my breath. I moved my finger and slid into the tightness waiting for me, and her body squeezed me, sucking my finger in.

“Shit. Motherf*cking hell. Wet, hot . . . so f**king hot. And Jesus, you’re so tight.” My words sounded as out of control as I felt. Nothing should be this f**king amazing.

“Rush. Please,” she begged me. “I need . . .” She didn’t finish her thought, because she was so damn innocent she didn’t know what she needed. God, she had me. That was it. She had me. I couldn’t let her go. Not now. I was owned.

I pressed a kiss to her chin, as she threw her head back and arched into me. “I know what you need. I’m just not sure I can handle watching you get it. You’ve got me all kinds of worked up, girl. I’m trying hard to be a good boy. I can’t lose control in the back of a damn car.”

She shook her head frantically. “Please, don’t be good. Please.”

Fuck me. “Shit, baby. Stop it. I’m going to explode. I’ll give you your release, but when I finally bury myself inside you for the first time, you won’t be sprawled in the back of my car. You ’ll be in my bed.” I would not take her in the back of this car. She was too damn precious for that.

I moved my hand and slid my thumb over her clit to rub it gently as I slipped my finger in and out of her greedy entrance. She began clawing at me and panting my name. The begging was about to kill me. All I could think about was what it would feel like to be buried up inside this heaven and have her begging me for release. Fuck, I was gonna come.