Page 40 of Wild Rush Of Love
Rush chuckled, the laugh rumbling through his chest into hers, rubbing her nipples against his hair-roughened skin and drawing another round of flutters from her core. “Give me a minute,” he muttered into her neck with a groan.
“Okay.”
He laughed, repeating the nipple action, and another shot of bliss darted through her.
Breathing deep, she took note of the sweet/sour smell of their sex.
She knew her own scent, recognized it, but now it combined with the hot male fragrance she remembered noticing the last night she’d been with Rush.
He smelled of the mountains, cool fresh air with a hint of hops, the faintest trace of the alcohol he served every day.
It reminded her of Pat’s Pub.
Was that why she’d felt so at ease with Rush from the moment she’d met him?
Because he reminded her of a place she’d always felt welcome?
He pushed up. “I need to get rid of—” He went rigid above her. “Fuck.”
Reena tensed, her body instantly in sync with his. “What’s wrong?”
“Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry.” He lifted off her, slowly pulled his body from hers, sending shudders of sensation skittering through her, until he hovered over her on his hands and knees. “I didn’t use a condom.”
“Oh.” The thought of protection never crossed her mind.
“I’m clean. I swear. I can grab my phone, pull up the email with my last test results. I had a full workup last month for insurance.” He stared at her, his eyes filled with guilt. “Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot to protect you.”
He sounded appalled by his neglect but he wasn’t the only one who was responsible for their carelessness, and Reena hurried to reassure him. “You’re not the only one who forgot. And I’d be stupid to not take you up on the offer to check those results. But it’s okay. I believe you.” She smiled. “And I’m covered. No risk of disease or pregnancy.”
“You’re on the pill?” His gaze bore into hers.
Nodding, she said, “Yeah, for a few years now.”
“Oh, okay.” Was that disappointment that flashed through his eyes? “Let me get my phone from my bag.”
He jumped off the bed and Reena stared as muscles flexed, skin rippled, and the cock she hadn’t really gotten a good look at bobbed between solid hair-dusted thighs.
She licked her lips. No longer erect, Rush was still long and thick, with a large sac hanging below. That pouch of skin swayed as he moved and her hands twitched with the urge to cup him, weigh those orbs on her palm, stroke the crinkled skin with her fingers.
Would he let her explore? She knew most guys wouldn’t say no to a blowjob and she wanted to do that too, but she really wanted to get her hands on him and feel what her eyes were admiring.
He cleared his throat and Reena dragged her eyes away from the cock that had started to swell—thicken and lift—before her eyes. Her gaze connected with his sparkling one.
“You can’t look at me like that,” Rush murmured. “Not without expecting me to get hard and pound you into the mattress again.”
“Okay.”
“Christ, woman. You have to stop agreeing to everything I want.”
“Why? I want the same thing.”
“You have no idea what you want.”
Reena frowned. “Yes, I do. I might not have had sex before but I’m not clueless. Just because my practical experience is limited doesn’t mean I don’t know things.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “And whatthingsdo you know?”
“Blowjobs. Cunnilingus. Sixty-niner. Bondage. Anal sex.”
