Page 65 of Wicked Rush

“I can do it,” she protested, lifting the hem of her shirt.

“Here. I’ve got it.” As he took the fabric from her fingers, she acquiesced.

“That’s a girl.” Lars easily tugged it over her head. Reaching behind her, he unsnapped her bra, and it fell down her shoulders onto the floor. He kissed her knee, sliding his hands up onto her hips. Tenderly slipping his fingers underneath her panties, he eased them down her legs.

Silence fell between them as he gazed upon her bareness. His heart broke, as he caught sight of a large scratch on her knee. A small bruise blotted her forearm where her assailant had grabbed her.

Lars pressed upward onto his feet, and removed his shorts and shirt, standing nude before her.

“I’ve got you, okay? Trust me.” He wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a question as he reached to cradle her to his chest. She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Lars sighed. It was a small victory. No argument. No protest. One small step toward her accepting his help. She’d learn that she had someone in this world who gave a damn, someone who she could trust with her life.

Lars made his way into the bathroom and stepped into the tub, carefully easing them into the water. Settling her in between his legs, he rested the back of her head onto his chest. He slid his arm around her belly, and rested it under her breasts. He felt her muscles relax against his and released a breath. The heat seeped into their pores, washing away the pain and stress.

As he brought his lips to the back of her head, he acknowledged the feelings he’d been trying to deny. Whatever lust he’d held for the once mysterious stranger had evolved over the course of a weekend into something stronger. His feelings for her scared him. Losing her would tear him apart, and despite everything he’d discovered about her, the chip, Garrett’s involvement, the deception, his intuition told him she was innocent.

“Lars,” her soft voice spoke.

“Hmm…”

“I know we’re going to talk tomorrow but I want you to know…well, I know you have no reason to believe me, but what I did today, I had no choice.”

“I know.”

“Lars.”

“Hmm.”

“I know it’s just a weekend…”

“Was. Was just a weekend. Tomorrow makes three days.” He gave a small chuckle.

“I love…I loved being with you,” she confessed. “You know, last night…yesterday…now.”

“I loved it too.” Love. Lars couldn’t remember the last time he’d told someone he loved them, but he tasted the words on his lips, and an odd sense of comfort came over him. Am I falling for her?

“I want to stay.”

“I want you to stay.” Lars didn’t want to talk about tomorrow. It would come soon enough. Without warning she wrapped his arm around her tighter, cupping his hand to her breast. His cock stirred as his thumb brushed over her nipple. Her hand slid down his outer thigh, caressing him, and he smiled. “You sure you want to be doing that?”

“I need you in my life,” she whispered. “You’re the only one I can trust.”

Lars’ heart melted. The words shouldn’t have meant anything. But she’d fought him, denied him the truth.

“Ah, yes.” Her head stretched back onto his chest.

“I can’t get enough of you. You know that?” As he glided his palm down her stomach, his fingers delved into her slippery folds. His teeth sunk down onto the soft flesh of her shoulder and he murmured onto her skin, “We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re hurt.”

“No, I’m okay. I need this. I need you. Please.”

His hardened cock prodded her back, and he cursed his lack of discipline. He peppered kisses along her neck, his fingers spreading her labia open. She cried out with pleasure as he plunged a thick finger into her core, circling her clit with his thumb.

Lars fucking loved how alive she came under his touch. His sweet little fox demanded attention and he couldn’t deny her.

“You’re such a naughty girl, you know that?” he breathed into her skin.

“Fuck me just like that. Yes, harder.”