Page 14 of Rush
Savi felt her heart sink a little. That had happened a few times lately when she was with him or talking to him. He hadn’t told her he loved her back for a while, and although he wasn’t a words of affirmation kind of guy and showed her how he felt with physical touch instead, it still played on her mind every time she said it and he didn’t.
The cabin came into sight three hours later, after a very bumpy ride on a dirt road that was sure to have damaged Jesse’s truck. He spent a fortune keeping the thing running but he refused to cave and buy himself a shiny new one, even with the millions he earned.
The cabin, however, was very shiny and very new. It screamed dollar signs. A-frame cabins like this one were popular in California and Jesse loved the architecture, but he wasn’t a California type of man. It sat amongst hundreds of trees, and you really wouldn’t know it was here unless you were looking for it. That was what made it the perfect hideout for the two of them. They had spent winters holed up here, some visits extended because they were snowed in.
When the sun set and moonlight descended on the mountains, the cosy, ambient lighting from inside and out turned the dark and moody black structure into a luxurious sanctuary.
Inside, Jesse had decorated with white, black and soft grey with faux fur rugs, cushions and blankets everywhere,making nights in front of the log fire a dream. Savi loved spending time here, with him, away from everyone and everything. Even if he had got Wi-Fi installed last summer so he could work from home when needed.
‘Home sweet home.’ Savi dropped onto the sofa and put her feet up on the oak coffee table, admiring the landscape from the floor-to-ceiling window. They never shut the blinds here, choosing to soak in the views and wake with the sun.
Jesse dumped the bags by the front door and closed it behind him, sealing them into their perfect, private bubble. Until they ran out of groceries and had to make a trip into town, that was. He peeled his jacket off, placed his cowboy hat on the sideboard and made a beeline for her. ‘You keeping the boots on while I devour you?’
Oh. Savi sat up straight and looked him dead in the eye. She didn’t realise he was planning on getting down to business within seconds of getting through the door, but really, she should have. He’d been pretty tense the last stretch of the journey, post-kiss. She’d thought he was still frustrated about his manager but maybe the frustration was all sexual.
‘Boots and lingerie is a look, right?’ She raised an eyebrow.
‘One hundred per cent, but I know you. You won’t have taken lingerie to Europe, because I’m the only person you need to wear it for. So I suggest you get your cute little ass in that bedroom and find my favourite set from the drawer.’ He sat on a kitchen bar stool and leaned on the counter, waiting.
Savi launched into action and pulled out a classic black, lacy set from the dresser. Suspender belt and all. She wasn’tgoing to deny that she felt incredibly sexy in it, but she was weirdly nervous. It had just been so long since he’d had his hands on her, she always worried she wasn’t what he wanted anymore. But then she opened the bedroom door, cowboy boots still on, and found him right where she’d left him. Staring her down. And she knew he hadn’t taken his eyes off the door the whole time she’d been in there.
‘I’m ready.’ She kicked one leg out in front of her, faking confidence.
‘You’re missing something.’ Jesse got up, his black T-shirt stretched to the max over his biceps, and headed back towards the entryway. ‘This,’ he said, coming closer until he was directly in front of her, ‘belongs to you.’
‘Wear the hat…’ she grinned.
‘Ride the cowboy.’
His lips crashed against hers and his hands were in her hair in an instant, walking her backwards until they reached the bed. He gestured for her to sit down, and she did as she was told, resting her hands on the mattress and leaning back on them. The only time Savi liked to be dominated was in the bedroom.
‘I’ve been waiting for this,’ she breathed out as he lifted his shirt over his head.
‘You have no idea how bad I’ve missed this, baby.’ He unbuckled his belt, not letting her do it for him. Jesse was the opposite to her; he wasn’t in control of his personal life because his management team were so overbearing, so he took control in situations like this. She, on the other hand, had a lot more say in her job and a lot more freedom, so she didn’t mind handing the reins to him sometimes.
Savi’s mouth practically watered at the sight of it. He was already hard, and she imagined he had been since she’d wrapped her legs around his waist three hours ago. She spat on her hand while gazing up at him through long, dark lashes, taking hold of him and stroking his length at an agonisingly slow pace. For both of them. Because she had been dripping wet since they’d stopped at that red light, and she was ready now.
‘Fuck, do we need to bother with the foreplay? I don’t think I can wait any longer to be inside you, Sav.’ He gripped her wrist and watched in awe as she took her other hand and slipped her fingers inside her lace thong. Holding her hand up to him, his eyes went dark as he took her fingers into his mouth.
‘I think that’s a firm no.’ She stood up and turned around, so her back was to him. This was his favourite position, and he was stressed. It was the least she could do.
‘Bend over for me, darlin’.’ His voice had got even huskier and it was killing her. How could time move so slowly? They’d only been in here about two minutes, if that. She leaned over, already gripping the bed sheets in preparation. His cowboy hat fell off her head and bounced onto the floor.
Jesse pulled her underwear to one side, slowly inserting two fingers into her like he didn’t fully believe she was ready for him. He really did underestimate the effect he had on her.
‘Jess. Hurry the fuck up,’ Savi whined, earning a laugh.
‘Ready?’ He slapped her on the ass, hard. She jumped, but it didn’t deter her at all. She cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.
‘I’vebeenready.’ And with her verbal consent, he entered her with a soft moan from the pair of them. ‘Oh my God.’
‘Savannah, holy fuck.’ This was one of few times he would get away with calling her by her full name, and the only other person who got away with it all the time was her pain in the ass teammate. How could she argue with Jesse when he was buried inside her? ‘I know you’re gonna kill me for calling you that but god, it’s like you were made for me.’
‘I’m starting to think I was,’ she mumbled as he began thrusting his hips, filling her completely. ‘Faster.’
‘This is about to be the best forty-five seconds of my life.’ Jesse gripped her hips and slammed into her, laughing in disbelief.
‘We’ve got two weeks to…’ And then she gave up speaking. Because her face was buried in the mattress, and she was totally breathless. Her whole body felt like it was on fire in the best way.
