Page 89 of Wicked Rush

“But this wasn’t fun for him. He did this for us,” she countered.

“True, but Seth cared about you. And he cared about me. That was his life. We didn’t kill him.” If he’s even dead. Lars dare not speak the words. On the plane ride down to the island, Lars had arranged to have a private rescue organization search the cliffs for evidence of his death. “A psychopath killed him. He took his life, not us. Not me. Not you.”

“Lars.” She fell into his arms with a small sob.

“Aw, sweetheart, don’t cry…please don’t cry.”

“I missed you so much. I wanted to call you. I wanted.”

“Speaking of which,” he kissed her hair, his lips pressing to her forehead, “I’m taking you home.”

“Home?” she responded, her eyes on his.

“My home. Our home.”

“But…do you mean…”

“I mean I’m here to bring you home. And I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” Lars leaned into her, capturing her lips. Tasting her familiar honeyed essence, he swept his tongue against hers. The gentle kiss turned urgent, and she clutched at his shirt, her leg wrapping around his waist.

“Brae. Sweetheart,” he panted, never taking his lips from hers. “We’ve got to continue this discussion inside before I fuck you right here on the patio, and I have a feeling that could get us arrested. Don’t get me wrong. I love the island but I’d much rather spend the holiday in bed than jail.”

Braelynn laughed and broke away from him, frantically typing in the code. Lars shoved the door open and threw his backpack onto the floor. She squealed as he lifted her up into the air, and kicked the door shut.

“Bed now,” he stated, crushing his mouth onto hers.

“Hmm…there.” Braelynn pointed.

As they stumbled into the bedroom, he tore his lips from hers and tossed her onto the bed. She laughed, crawling back onto her elbows.

Lars grabbed her ankles, knowing that he wouldn’t last long. His cock throbbed, and he’d struggle not to come as soon as he slid home. He dropped to his knees, and yanked her bottom to the edge.

“This is mine.”

“I’m sorry, what?” She cocked her head, giving a sexy smile.

“Skirt off. Now.” Lars reached up to her waist, tugging the stretchy waistband over her hips, delighted to see a pair of rainbow boy shorts. “What’s this?”

“Underwear.” She laughed.

“This,” he pointed to a large fish.

“It’s a shark.”

“You like to get bitten, huh?”

“Maybe.” She giggled. “Maybe I like sharks.”

Hooking his fingers over the fabric, he tugged them off, leaving her bared to him. “Now this…God, I missed you,” he stated, sliding his fingers through her slick folds.

“Ah God.” Her head fell back, momentarily, then she lifted her eyes to meet his.

“You belong to me, Dr. Rollins. And I belong to you. Am I clear?”

“Yes…please.”

“Tell me,” he demanded, his lips falling to her inner thigh. Nibbling her sweet flesh, he took his time, lapping her skin, and drove a finger inside her wet core.

“I’m yours. Lars,” she breathed as he dragged his tongue over her clit, making love to her. “Ah…yes.”