Page 28 of Wicked Rush

“Let me help you, Brae. Whatever you’re into, it’s far more dangerous than the shit I do.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt. I can’t…” Emotion rushed through her, moisture brimming from her eyelashes. For so long she’d been alone and for the first time, someone was offering her a lifeline. Yet she knew if she took it, it’d be likely she’d put him in danger as well.

“You see, there’s that word again…can’t. Life is about choices.” Lars released her arm, cupping her cheek. He brushed a tear across her face with his thumb, leaning toward her.

“Some choices can’t be undone,” she whispered.

“Let me help you.”

“I want to…” Braelynn lost her words, desperately yearning to open up to him. She flattened her fingers on his chest, the heat of his skin searing her palms.

Her eyes fell to his lips and darted back up to meet his gaze. Lars commanded her attention, and she thought of the empty nights she had touched herself, fantasizing about him, yet never ever relieving the craving that had escalated inside her. The man she’d dreamed of now held her in his arms, his thumb gently brushing over her lower lip. She gasped as his arm slipped around her waist, the slippery skin of her stomach grazing his muscular abdomen.

The long pregnant pause morphed to passion as his lips took hers. Braelynn lifted her fingers from the edge, reaching her arms around his neck. She abandoned what she’d held onto as reality, allowing herself a moment of pleasure as her body came alive under his touch. She wound her legs around his waist as his palms slid under her bottom, yanking her to him. Braelynn shoved the errant logic away that screamed why she didn’t deserve Lars. His tongue danced with hers, and she lost herself in the kiss she’d always imagined. Sweeter than honey, spicy and hot, his mouth wove a spell, binding her to him.

His grip teased the cleft of her ass escalating her hunger. Fingers traced over her delicate skin, edging between her legs, yet never entering her.

“Lars,” she cried into his lips.

“You want me in you, my little fox? Right here?” he asked, his pinky brushing over her mound.

“No,” she breathed, ignoring his question. As he removed a hand from her bottom, she moaned in protest.

His fist wrapped into her hair, the tight grip taking her by surprise. The sweet sting on her scalp reminded her he was in control. Her lips parted, a gasp escaping from them.

“You can lie to me about your past, Brae. But not the present.”

“I…I…” she stuttered, unable to complete her thoughts as his fingers grazed through her labia and over her clitoris.

“Do you want this?” he demanded.

Her hips tilted toward him, seeking contact to relieve the growing ache. Her smooth pussy slipped against his wet abs, increasing her frustration.

“Lars, please,” she begged, but her plea resulted in him tightening his grip on her locks.

“Say it,” he growled.

“Oh God…I…fuck…Lars, please just…”

“Do you want my fingers inside you, sweetheart?”

Braelynn’s eyes flared as he demanded an answer. Her breasts jutted out of the water as he leaned her backward. She watched helplessly as his mouth dipped to her breast. His tongue darted out, its tip lashing her stiff nipple.

Unable to take a second more of his delicious torture, she caved. “Yes, yes I want it.”

“Say it.” He gave a sly smile as he wrapped his lips around her peak.

“I said it,” she panted. Braelynn’s pussy contracted, her pelvis rocking up against his torso. A firm stroke over her swollen pearl caused her to cry aloud.

Releasing her tip, he teased it with his lips, locking his eyes on hers. “No, no, no. This is an exercise in the truth. Say it.”

Jesus, he’s testing me.Anger flared in conjunction with the heat piling through her whole body.

“I want you inside me. Now. Oh God, yes,” she screamed as he rewarded her candor. Her pussy tightened as he drove two thick fingers into her core.

“That’s a girl,” Lars praised her.

Braelynn saw stars as he rocked in and out of her tight length, his thumb flicking over her sensitive nub. Threading her fingers through his hair, she clasped the back of his head. She splintered apart at his touch and embraced the sweet ecstasy that rippled throughout her whole body. Releasing his head, her hand searched, reaching between their bodies. Her fingers brushed over the head of his cock, but a firm grip to her wrist prevented her from taking him in her hand.