Page 15 of Wild Rush
“I look forward to it,” Rush said with a smile.
Reena wasn’t sure if the two of them talking more was a good thing or not.
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Rush leaned back, one arm slung across the back of Reena’s chair, the other cradling his bulging stomach, and groaned. He had to admit he’d just eaten the best meal of his entire life. And he’d eaten at some five-star places in his time. “Damn that was good.”
“It always is,” Reena said before popping the last bite of Irish stew in her mouth. She closed her eyes and hummed, the sound vibrating low in his belly.
She’d been making sexy little noises throughout dinner, and he wasn’t sure how he’d kept his hands off her.
Okay, so he hadn’t kept his hands off her completely.
He’d spent a lot of the time brushing against her—his thigh, his arm, his hand, his fingers—they’d all managed to touch her at some point since their food had been set down in front of them. At least he’d kept his mouth off her.
For an innocent, she had an inherent sexuality that got his blood boiling. He expected once they got in bed, she’d be wild. He’d been with enough women to know a natural sensualist when he saw one. She hadn’t discovered the depth of that part of herself yet. Rush couldn’t wait to be the man to help her find out how hedonistic she could be.
Maybe that was what had drawn him to Reena so quickly. She’d sat at his bar with a glass of wine and caressed it in a sensual manner. As though stroking the cool, smooth stem gave her as much pleasure as the fruity liquid she sipped and savored as if it were the most amazing thing she’d ever tasted.
That first night he’d wanted to lean over the bar and do some tasting of his own. And he’d been craving the same ever since.
No doubt about it. He needed to do some serious contemplating this week. He had six days to work out what he wanted, and if Reena wanted the same.
Six days. It didn’t seem enough.
He’d had two weeks with her before, and then hadn’t lasted one week without her. Rush had the sinking feeling that driving away on Saturday would be the hardest thing he’d ever done. It would be far more difficult than leaving home at seventeen without a penny to his name—and that had been rough.
No. He already knew where things between them were going. Walking away from Reena wasn’t an option. Whatever happened this week, when he hit the road Saturday morning, it wouldn’t be the end of them.
