Beside him, Davis—quiet and steady as ever—put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You okay?”
Her chest still felt tight, but she nodded. She really did love those brothers-in-law of hers, handsome and protective in their own right. “I will be. Thank you. Both of you.”
Rush stepped forward then, pissed and protective at once, and her stomach swooped because that look really, really did it for her.
Theo and Davis exchanged one of those silent glances that spoke volumes before backing away toward the house, wisely leaving the two of them staring at each other.
And then it was just Lily and Rush, with music and light drifting from the house.
The set of his shoulders should have been a warning, but that slow, liquid honey slid through her body again, absorbing his energy and giving it back.
She walked straight to him and laid her palms flat on his chest, feeling the tense muscles and the thud of his heart under her hands. Just that. Just lightly rested her palms against his hard body and let him feel her calm.
And desire.
He looked at her, his gaze sharp. “Come home with me, Lily.”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
They walked in silence to his truck, the tension between them an electric charge ready to go off. Rush opened the door, and her satin dress caught at the knees, forcing her to hike it high before getting in. When she turned, he was in the driver’sseat, his stare fixed on her bare, smooth thighs, hunger carved into every hard line of his face.
“Rush,” she whispered, pouring every bit of longing into that one word.
That was all it took.
He was on her instantly, cradling her jaw and kissing her hard, pinning her back against the leather seat with the solid weight of his body. His mouth was rough and consuming, his tongue hot and insistent until she was arching beneath him, almost lying down, trying to drag him even closer.
The taste of him—whiskey, heat, and relief—made her dizzy.
It wasn’t enough. It never was with him.
His hands slid down, rough palms cupping her ass and hauling her into his lap. She straddled him, the satin of her dress riding higher until it barely covered her hips. The thick press of him strained against her core, and Lily rocked greedily, a moan tearing from her throat.
“Please,” she gasped, grinding down against him. Her thong slid into her folds, giving her even more of the delicious pressure. She shuddered, heat shooting through her as she moved restlessly.
“Goddamn, Lily,” he gritted out, shoving her dress higher and finding the thin scrap of her thong. One sweep of his fingers through her slick heat, and he groaned. “Fucking soaked for me.”
“Yes,” she panted, shuddering. She was drenched, aching, and she wanted this man branded into her bones. She whimpered when he pushed two fingers inside, her body clenching greedily around him. His thumb pressed down on her clit as he pushed deeper, the slick sounds almost obscene and unbearably erotic in the small cab.
He leaned back far enough to dip into the low scoop of herdress, pushing the satin aside to bare more of her breasts. His head dropped to scrape his teeth on the inside curve.
“What the fuck is this?” he grunted against her skin, licking and nipping.
Startled, Lily looked down—and let out a shaky laugh. The damn nipple covers were still stuck in place, stark against her rosy-pink skin while Rush bit and sucked around them.
“Nipple covers,” she gasped, trying to pull them off.
He batted her hands away with a grunt. “Let me,” he muttered, tugging each one off. Then he was back, hot and relentless, latching onto her now bare nipple while she melted against the steering wheel, content to let him take his fill. “I love your tits,” he groaned.
His hair slid silkily through her fingers when she tugged him closer, offering more. Rush groaned, shoving her down harder on his cock and latching deeply onto the opposite breast, sucking hard enough that Lily felt the corresponding pull between her legs. She held him to her and ground down, chasing friction until the truck rocked faintly under their rhythm.
“Rush,” she gasped.
His hands spread her thighs wider, dragging her closer. Then he was there, bold and proprietary, touching her in a way that made her knees weak, pushing straight into her dripping wet pussy.
“Oh, God,” she moaned as he withdrew, stroking over her clit next, firm and agonizingly slowly.
“Look at me, angel,” he demanded.
