Page 9 of Wild Rush
Increasing the pressure, he moved his lips over hers, nipping and brushing. The sexy little sigh that left her throat and coated his mouth with warmth had Rush’s control slipping, his cock tightening and lengthening in his jeans.
That tiny bit of constriction, the discomfort of his hardening flesh being caught inside unforgiving denim, was enough to keep him from diving deep. Stopped him from thrusting his tongue between her teeth and fucking her mouth the way his body urged him to.
With regret, he pulled back and waited for her eyes to flutter open. A shudder racked him when she sank her teeth into her glistening bottom lip and worried the flesh back and forth. Using his free hand, Rush stroked his thumb down that abused lip and pulled it free.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to control myself. I’d hate for Mary to get the wrong idea.” Or more importantly, he’d hate for Reena’s elderly neighbor to know exactly what he planned to do to the innocent woman in front of him. “Take me home, Reena.”
“Home?Oh. Yes. Right. This way.” She spun around, kept her hand in his, and led him to the street.
He’d had time to think on the drive to Baltimore—over seven hours of time—and one thing that kept popping up in his mind was something that should have been obvious from the beginning.
Reena was a virgin.
And if by some miracle he’d gotten that conclusion completely wrong, Rush figured he was so close to the mark she could count the number of times she’d had sex on one hand.
Unlike him. He’d run out of digits—fingers and toes—before he’d turned sixteen.
He shouldn’t be here. Should leave her alone and find someone who understood the rules of no-strings sex. Except that argument hadn’t stopped him from packing a bag and driving five hundred miles to Baltimore. No matter how much of a bastard being with her made him, he couldn’t walk away.
