Page 34 of Wild Rush Of Love
She smiled at him. A smile that made his insides tighten and all sorts of naughty ideas about that mouth and a hot shower flood his brain.
Chapter Seventeen
Reena slidthe key in her front door with an army of caterpillars tap-dancing across her nerves. All those teeny-tiny feet tap-tap-tapping away, driving her completely insane with anticipation—trepidation.
Except unlike last time she’d made the decision to sleep with Rush, she wasn’t about to let that niggle of fear stop her.
No. She’d already spent a week regretting her cowardice and chastising herself for being a fool. She had no plans to spend the rest of her life doing it.
Shewantedto have sex with Rush.
Shewouldhave sex with Rush.
Today.
As soon as they stepped inside, Reena closed the door and made her move.
She’d never been so bold. But then there had never been this driving need to be with a guy before.
That heady rush of desire was part of the reason she’d panicked last time. Not this time.
This time she was going after what she wanted, knowing she’d be experiencing new things—sensations, emotions—that would blow her mind. After a week of lamenting her lack of courage and the last twenty-four hours with him, she was more than ready to embrace everything.
With Rush.
Now.
Flinging herself at him, she sprang up and wrapped her arms and legs around his body, making him stumble back against the wall. His grunt of surprise filled her mouth as she locked her lips to his.
She dove right in. Thrust her tongue between his lips and teeth in search of the hot, wet slide of his.
The groan could have been his or hers. Reena wasn’t sure who made the sound, or which of them was responsible for the moans and sighs that followed as he let her have her way.
He let her lead, didn’t surrender to her attempt to dominate the kiss but didn’t make demands of his own either.
She’d never been a fan of kissing. Too much tongue or saliva or lack of both, depending on the guy, had led her to believe kisses weren’t meant for anything more than signaling whether things could go further or not—like a traffic light, go, slow down, stop.
Rush’s kisses were different.
They were mind-numbing, whole-body experiences, and she hadn’t been able to get enough of them in the two weeks they’d spent together. And now that she had his mouth on hers again, she wasn’t about to waste a second of the toe-curling pleasure.
She rocked her hips, grinding her aching flesh against the ridge beneath his sweatpants. He was big and hard and she wanted him inside her in the worst way. But first, she needed to stop the pulsing ache making her pussy throb.
“Please,” Reena spoke into his mouth. “Rush. I need…”
His hands gripped her hips. Fingers digging in, he held her still. His mouth pulled away and his eyes, dark and piercing, connected with hers. “Easy, Reena. Slow down.”
“No.” She tried to rub against him but his hold tightened and he somehow managed to move his erection away so she was left humping air. “Rush.”
“Shh.” He pressed his lips to hers in a quick peck. “Not like this.”
“What?”
“Not in the foyer with your legs around my waist.”
She shook her head. “But I thought… You don’t want to…” Reena glanced down at the bulge in his pants.
“I do.”
