Heat flared across her skin at his praise. She shifted restlessly, but his hands held her still while he looked his fill. He shook his head slowly, still drinking her in. “Don’t even think about covering them up. These curves…” He traced the swell of her inner breast, sending a jolt of electricity through her. “You’re perfect.” His voice dropped lower, more intense, and he caught her gaze. “I’m going to suck these pretty nipples until they’re swollen and begging for more,” he said roughly. “I’m going to bite you, tease you, until you’re screaming my name, begging me to fuck you.” He leaned closer, his hot mouth gliding over her jaw. “And then, darlin’, I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”
“Oh Lord,” she breathed, arching into his mouth. “If you keep talking like that, I’m not going to survive it.”
She felt his smile against her throat, wicked and warm.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered. “Everywhere.”
Rush’s mouth tilted in a slow smile. He reached out, letting go of her arms to place one rough finger at the base of her throat, and traced downward with agonizing slowness over the gentle slope of her collarbone, dragging across her skin until he reached the inner curve of her breast. She sucked in a sharp breath when his calloused fingertip teased the soft, full teardrop shape, circling beneath the heavy weight before finally settling directly on the sensitive peak.
Instantly, it tightened, partly from the chill of the cabin air, but mostly from the skillful touch. The sensation shot directlybetween her thighs, a hot, pulsing ache that made her lean forward instinctively with a needy whimper.
Rush pinched lightly, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, drawing another helpless moan from her throat. Her eyes fluttered closed with pleasure.
“So sensitive,” he murmured, “and I haven’t even begun to tease you.” He gave her nipple a gentle tug, making her gasp sharply. “Tell me, Lily,” he whispered, his lips sliding across her. “Will you come for me again?”
Her breath froze. His eyes were dark and knowing when they met her wide ones.
He trailed his fingers down her stomach, and paused just at the edge of her pants. Her stomach quivered at his touch. “You still wet for me, angel?” His voice was a deep growl, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin of her lower belly, threatening to dip lower where she was slick and achy.
A blush crept up Lily’s chest and bloomed in her cheeks, but she met his gaze with a shy smile. “Maybe,” she breathed. “Does it bother you that I… came like that? Without you.”
A low laugh rumbled in his chest. “Bother me?” He echoed, his voice thick with lust. “It makes me hot as hell.”
Lily grinned at the admiration in his voice, but if she had only one night, some small, selfish part of her wanted to take every advantage of the hot, hard-muscled body beneath her.
Confidence soaring through her, she splayed her fingers over his chest, the rough texture of his skin so different than hers. So different from the soft, pale skin of her former fiancé. She lowered her head and brushed her lips against his nipple.
A groan escaped him, and his body arched beneath hers. She felt the surge of his erection, hot and heavy, beneath her, pressing urgently against the curve of her ass.
She ground against his length in a slow circle. “You like that?” she asked, smiling shyly against his chest.
Rush let out a pained, appreciative laugh. “I like everything you do.”
She slid lower, dragging the sensitive peaks of her breasts over his chest, feeling the erotic scrape of his hair against her skin, heightening her own arousal with every slow, deliberate movement. She continued downward, pressing small, open-mouthed kisses to the taut muscles of his abs, her tongue tracing over each defined ridge of muscle, testing the restraint of a man honed for duty and control. “You’re strong,” she murmured with appreciation. “So sexy.”
She paused at the edge of his hip bone, resting her cheek there briefly, her eyes lifting to meet his. Rush was watching her intently, his eyes heavy lidded and his chest rising with controlled breaths.
Her breasts brushed lightly against his thighs, teasing him as her fingers slowly, carefully, danced along the waistband of his sweatpants. She pressed a kiss there, where the soft fabric met the line of dark hair.
“May I?” she asked, shy but determined.
Rush groaned deep in his chest, his muscles tensing beneath her. “All yours, darlin’.”
She eased the waistband down, freeing him. He sprang forward, long, thick, and heavy, fully erect and flushed a deep, needy red. Her eyes widened in a mix of awe and trepidation. A bite of doubt worked its way up at the sight, but she released it on a slow, steady exhale. Energy was everything, and she trusted the subtle hum that flowed between them now.
A bead of clear moisture gathered at the tip, glistening and tempting. Lily leaned forward without hesitation, darting her tongue out to delicately taste him. Salty and earthy. She licked again, needing more of everything Rush Callahan had to give.
“Christ, Lily,” Rush ground out.
She glanced up and found him with his head thrown back,eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched as if he was holding himself on a razor’s edge of control, and her heart skipped a beat. The pure pleasure etched on his face sent a thrill racing through her, making her feel more feminine, more desired than she ever had before.
It was a heady feeling, and she wanted more.
She leaned forward for a longer taste, her tongue tracing the ridge before finding that small bundle of nerves on the underside, rubbing sensuously, getting him wet and slippery.
Rush’s hands came to rest on her shoulders, but he didn’t urge her down, didn’t pull her forward. Just let them sit there, resting lightly, letting her take her time. He shifted his hips so she could tug his sweatpants the rest of the way down and helped her pull her pants off at the same time, kicking them both to the side of the bed and leaving them gloriously, deliciously bare against each other.
She smiled up at him, taking him in her mouth again, holding just the head of him and feeling him throb on her tongue. A pulse of something powerful and electric flowed through her body, and she knew how she looked—bent over him, her breasts pressed against his thighs, her mouth wrapped around him, snug and warm, just resting, not moving as he flexed in her mouth. She loved the feel of it, this big man filling her and yet utterly at her mercy.
