Rush Too Far (Rosemary Beach #4)(36)
“That’s it. Come for me, sweet Blaire. Come on my hand, and let me feel it. I want to watch you.” I wasn’t sure if she even understood what I was asking her for, but I couldn’t be quiet.
“RUUUUUUSH!” She cried out my name and began riding my hand as she jerked and trembled. Her hands grasped for me like she thought she was falling. I held her as she chanted my name. My world exploded, and I bent my head to breathe her in as I shuddered, unable to believe what had just happened.
“Ahhhh, yeah. That’s it. Fuck, yes. You’re so beautiful,” I told her, as I let the waves of pleasure wash over me. She began to ease her hold on me as a sweet, lethargic smile touched her lips. I removed my hand from between her legs and enjoyed her smell before slipping my finger into my mouth and tasting her.
She tasted even better than I’d expected. Was that even f**king possible?
Blaire’s eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes to look up at me.
I could see the moment she realized exactly why I had my finger in my mouth. The shocked look was followed by pink cheeks. She had just screamed my name and come apart in my lap, but the sight of me sucking her off my finger made her blush.
“I was right. You’re just as sweet in that hot little pu**y of yours as you are everywhere else,” I told her, just to see if her eyes could get any bigger.
She closed them tightly, unable to look at me.
I started laughing. She was perfect. “Oh, come on, sweet Blaire. You just came wild and sexy all over my hand and even left some claw marks on my back to prove it. Don’t go getting shy on me now. ’Cause, baby, before the night is over, you will be naked in my bed.” And I meant that. I wanted her in my bed. And if this could possibly get any better, I wouldn’t let her out.
She peeked back up at me, and the interest in her eyes made me bite back a groan. I would not do anything else in this damn car. She was too good for a car. I wanted to give her the best of everything. That included the best of sex.
“Let me get you dressed, then I’ll go find Bethy and see if she needs a ride or if she found a cowboy to take her home,” I said.
She stretched her body out like a cat, and I clenched my fists to keep from grabbing her and claiming her mouth again. “OK,” she agreed.
“If I wasn’t hard as a damn rock right now, I’d consider staying right here and enjoying the sleepy little pleased look in your eyes. I like knowing I put it there. But I need some more,” I whispered against her ear.
She tensed, then eased back against me. Damn, I had to get her clothes on her—and fast.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I reached for her bra and concentrated on dressing her. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder before I covered it up with her shirt. She had let me put her bra and shirt back on without protest, and the caveman in me was beating on his chest. I loved taking care of her, and having her let me only made me a little more insane where she was concerned.
“I’d prefer you stay out here while I go find Bethy. You have that well-pleased look on your face, and it’s seriously sexy . I don’t want to end up in a fight,” I told her once I had her covered up again.
“I came here with Bethy because I was trying to encourage her not to sleep around with guys who would never look at her for more than a fun time. Then you came with us, and now here I am in the backseat of your car. I feel like I owe her an explanation,” she said, looking worried.
I had assumed Bethy had been trying to ruin Blaire, but Blaire had been the one to reach out to Bethy. Interesting. My sweet Blaire was trying to save the world from itself. No one had ever saved her. Until now. Damn time someone showed her how special she was.
She was watching me nervously. Did she think she had just done what she was trying to stop Bethy from doing? Surely she understood this was different.
“I’m trying to decide if you meant that to sound like you were doing what you encouraged her not to do,” I said, as I moved over her and slid a hand into her hair. “Because I’ve had a taste, and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.” This was nothing like what she was trying to stop Bethy from doing. I would have never touched Blaire had I not been sure I was claiming her as mine. There would be no one else touching her.
I leaned down and kissed those lips I loved so much. Tasting her bottom lip with the top of my tongue had become one of my favorite things to do. She always shivered when I did it, and the taste was always delicious.
“Mmmmm, yeah. You stay here. I’ll get Bethy to come out and talk to you,” I whispered against her mouth.
She nodded but didn’t say anything else.
I moved away from her warmth and opened the door to get out. I had to find Bethy and get us home. I wanted Blaire in my room. In my bed. I wanted more of what we’d just had. I could fix the past. I could make it all right. I would make it right for Blaire. I had to. I couldn’t lose this.
Back in the bar, I looked around and found Bethy with some guy, taking a shot of something that didn’t look like another girlie drink. Great. I didn’t want a drunk Bethy to hinder my plans. Blaire couldn’t fix what had been messed up for years. Once Bethy had been different. I remembered her when she was younger. I’d seen her with Tripp once. They had been friends, I think, but then he’d run off, and the next time I saw Bethy was underneath a guy whose daddy owned condos along the Gulf coast. She’d been f**king the trust-fund brats ever since.