Rush Too Far (Rosemary Beach #4)(57)

“OK,” she said simply.

What did that mean? “OK?” I asked.

She nodded. “OK. If you actually want to keep me so badly that you’re willing to open up to me, then OK.”

A grin touched my lips. Damn, she always made me smile. “I just bared my soul to you, and all I get is an ‘OK’?” I asked.

“You said everything I needed to hear. I’m hooked now. You have me. What are you going to do with me?”

The relief that ran through me made my knees go weak. I had to keep my cool. I couldn’t scare her with my intensity. Hell, it scared me. “I’m thinking sex on the sixteenth hole by the lake would be nice.”

Blaire tilted her head to the side and acted like she was considering it. “Hmmm . . . problem is, I’m supposed to change and go work in the kitchen the rest of the night.”

Not what I wanted to hear. “Shit.”

She stepped closer to me and pressed a kiss to my jaw. “You have a sister to escort,” she said.

I wasn’t going to make it through tonight. “All I can think about is being inside you. Having you pressed close to me and hearing you make those sexy-ass little moans.”

Desire flickered in Blaire’s eyes as her pupils dilated.

I decided to keep talking, since she liked it. “If I could walk away from you easily, I’d take you into that office and press you up against the wall and bury myself deep inside. But I can’t have a quickie with you. You’re too damn addictive.”

Blaire’s hands were still on my shoulders. She squeezed them, and her breathing hitched.

“Go change. I’ll stand out here so I’m not tempted. Then I’ll walk you back to the kitchen,” I told her.

She took a deep breath, then stepped back and went in to change.

The temptation to go in there with her and make love to her before sending her back to work was hard to ignore. But she wanted to finish working tonight. It was important to her. I wanted to prove to her that what was important to her was important to me.

When she walked back out, she was wearing a clean cartgirl uniform and smiling at me.

“Sure you don’t want to take me back to the sixteenth hole? I promise I’ll be quick. Just let me lick your pu**y until you come.”

Blaire trembled and let out a shaky breath. “Rush, don’t say that. I can’t. I have to go back to work, and I don’t want Jimmy wondering why I’m a jumble of nerves.”

Smiling, I reached for her hand and threaded my fingers through hers. “You clean up well,” I told her teasingly.

Blaire giggled. “I sure smell better now, too,” she said.

I tugged her over to my side and ducked my head to inhale her. “You always smell amazing, sweet Blaire.”

She leaned into me, and I moved my hand to tuck her beside me as I walked her back into the building and to the kitchen door.

“I’m gonna kiss you. I know you’re at work, but right now, I just don’t care. I need to taste you.” I leaned down to press my lips against hers. I licked her bottom lip, pulled it into my mouth and sucked, then let it go with a reluctant peck.

Blaire shot me one last grin before leaving me standing there without her.

Going through the motions and finishing the night had been hell. But I’d made it, and Nan seemed happy. She chatted on the way back to the house about a shopping trip she wanted to take with Paris and asked if I had talked to Mom lately.

When Nan had driven away I let out a sigh of relief and went inside the house. Blaire would be home soon, and I was still giving her that massage. She more than needed it now. She’d been going all damn day.

I walked through the kitchen on my way to the stairs. The empty bottle of beer and the wineglass sitting on the bar stopped me in my tracks. At that moment, the world felt like it had ceased spinning and I was moving in slow motion toward the glass.

Familiar red lipstick on the glass made my stomach turn. Fuck, no. Not yet. God, not yet. I needed tonight. Motherf*cker. I needed one more night. She wasn’t ready. I had to plan this. Shit!

I headed for the stairs and took them two at a time, needing to see for myself. As I walked down the hall, I saw that the door to my mother’s room was closed. They were in there. I knew they were. That door was normally open. I didn’t touch the door. I was afraid to see them. I was afraid they would destroy this. They would tell her everything and send her away from me.

No.

God, no.

No, no, no.

She didn’t come home for hours. I didn’t know how many; I just knew it was late. I had been sitting outside my door on the floor, waiting for her. Staring straight ahead. Needing to see her and hold her and know she was here with me. She wasn’t gone.

The sound of the front door opening sent my heart into a wild frenzy. Blaire was home. This could be it. The end. No. No. No. I wouldn’t allow it. I would make her love me. Make her forgive me.

When she stopped on the top step and saw me, I sat there and took her in. My sweet Blaire. She had shown up and stolen a piece of my heart without opening her mouth. Then she’d consumed me. Taken it all. I had let her have it freely.

She started walking toward me, and I stood up and went to her. “I need you upstairs. Now.” The desperation in my voice seemed to surprise her, but she didn’t question me.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward my door. I had to hurry and get her tucked safely into my room. Away from them. I tugged her inside and closed the door, before turning to her and pressing her against the wall.