“Ohh.” She let out a sound of pure pleasure and tipped her head to give him more access. Her neck had always been sensitive. She wasn’t surprised a man who paid attention to things the way Rush did would notice. Slowly, he traced a teasing line down her neck, using his lips and tongue to explore.
“Don’t force it. Just feel it.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the delicate spot where her pulse fluttered. “We go at your pace.” Another kiss, lower this time. “Whatever you like.”
Whatever you like…
Lily’s breath hitched and came out in a rush. Maybe—just maybe—she could let herself have that.
Chapter Thirteen
She didn’t havetime to second-guess herself.
Rush Callahan kissed like he had all night and no intention of rushing through a single moment. His mouth moved lazily over hers, seeming to savor each slow slide of their lips. He took his time sampling the corners of her mouth, kissing her top lip, and pulling her bottom lip gently between his teeth, drawing a groan from her when it turned deep and wet.
The last of her nerves went up in smoke. His mouth was sure and gentle, his tongue stroking hers until she melted beneath him.
She wasn’t nervous anymore. She was ravenous.
Her fingers curled against his skin, her body tilting into his without conscious thought. It took her a minute to gather her words, deep as she was in the sensations of pleasure and the erotic touch of his tongue and teeth on her neck. She stroked her thumbs hesitantly over his ribs and felt him shudder.
“I like everything you do to me,” she breathed.
When he finally lifted his head, his thumb traced gently over her lower lip, pulling the tender skin down while he watched, his eyes heavy with desire. “God, your mouth,” hemurmured roughly. “I fucking love your mouth.” He pulled back and looked her over hotly, and Lily knew he liked what he saw by the way he lingered on her before meeting her gaze.
He slid his hands down her waist, gripping her hips and spreading his hands wide until his thumbs met at the top of her mound and then held still.
“Tell me what you want, Lily,” he murmured in that voice of his that was more of a rough command than a polite request. It slid over her skin like honey, melting away any lingering shyness and making her limbs heavy with anticipation.
She thought for a minute, knowing her face was turning bright pink—she couldn’t help that—but also that she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.
“I want to touch you,” she said shyly.
A slow, lazy smile spread across Rush’s face as he leaned back, stacking the pillows behind him and folding his hands behind his head. “I’m all yours, darlin’,” he drawled, the faint Southern accent sending a ripple of warmth through her body.
Excitement sparked again, hot and urgent. Lily rose up onto her knees, shifting forward to straddle his hips. She knew she wouldn’t leave this cabin the same woman she’d been when she’d arrived. For once, she was going to get what she wanted, without apology.
And what she wanted was currently sprawled beneath her on the bed, looking deceptively calm. Slowly, she bent and pressed a kiss to his fascinating jaw, savoring the faint scrape of his beard. The roughness sent tiny shocks of pleasure rippling through her body. She lingered deliberately, dragging her mouth lightly along the sharp edges, dipping gently into the hollow beside his cheekbone, teasing the curve of his chin, before settling at the corner of his mouth.
The silky bristles of his mustache drew her next. She traced butterfly-soft kisses along his surprisingly full lips, tastingsmoky whiskey, and beneath that, something darker and more dangerous. Something that hinted that Rush Callahan was merely allowing this moment for now.
A delicious shiver of anticipation rolled through her, tightening her nipples into aching peaks and sending heat sparking down her body to pool low in her belly. She felt wild, powerfully alive. Eagerly, she pushed Rush’s Henley up and over his head, pausing to admire the view when he was bare from the waist up.
His chest was broad and beautifully sculpted, lean muscles defined beneath warm skin with dark, crisp hair that tapered down enticingly toward tight, chiseled abs. His sweatpants rode low on his hips, revealing a provocative glimpse of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband. A sexy promise of everything still hidden from view. Firelight flickered on each hard ridge and shadow of his body. She swallowed hard, curling her fingers instinctively, ready to explore every inch of him.
Sweet baby Jesus, does the man bench-press trucks in his spare time?
With a new boldness, Lily straightened and held the edges of her flannel shirt together, noticing how Rush’s eyes darkened and dropped to her hands.Her turn,those eyes seemed to say.
His own hands, loosely crossed behind his head, came down swiftly to grip her hips in a firm hold, as if he couldn’t help himself. A thrill shot through her at that small surrender. Rush Callahan wasn’t the kind of man to give up control easily.
Lily drew her shoulders back, letting the soft fabric slide down her arms until it caught at her elbows. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, her nipples tightening instantly in the cool cabin air. Before she could even register the chill, Rush moved.
He knifed upright, grabbing the flannel behind her back and trapping her arms firmly in place. Lily gasped sharply, her eyes going wide, as he openly devoured the sight of her.
Oh, he liked the sight all right.
Any hesitation Lily felt about baring herself dissolved under the pure, unfiltered desire in his eyes. Rush looked at her like a starving man, sending a thrill through her.
“Jesus, Lily. Look at you.” Rush exhaled slowly as his eyes roamed hungrily over her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured almost reverently.
