Wild Rush Of Love (Winter Lake Book 5)

by Rhian Cahill

  “Credit.” He shoved his wet clothes in the bag. “Oh, is there a coffee shop in here?”

  “Yes. Right across the foyer.”

  Rush hadn’t taken notice of anything else when they’d entered the building. He’d been focused on his goal. “Thanks.”

  “That feels so much better.” A smiling Reena appeared from behind the curtain.

  He looked down, taking in the way the t-shirt, while not tight, hugged her naked breasts and the indent of her waist before flaring out to sit snug across her hips. The sweatpants weren’t much better for his control. A little tighter than the top, they skimmed down her long, sleek legs, molding to every curve and ending with her bare feet.

  “Where are your shoes?”

  “I lost them in the harbor.”

  “What?” His gaze bounced back up to hers. “Why didn’t you say something?” And how hadn’t he noticed she was barefoot before now?

  She shrugged. “Not much you could do about it. They were only a cheap pair of slip-ons. I’m sure they’ve got some flip-flops here I can buy.”

  He was grateful he’d talked her into leaving her handbag and their phones at home. None of those would have survived their dip; his wallet was waterlogged, luckily he’d only had a few dollars in there. “Right. Flip-flops.”

  Rush grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him.

  “Wait. My clothes.”

  “Oh.” Spinning around, he ducked into her changing room and scooped the soggy bundle into the bag with his. “There. Now shoes.”

  By the time they left the souvenir shop, his credit card had taken a hundred-dollar hit and he was looking forward to a hot, strong coffee. The line in the café was out the door, and if it weren’t for their need to warm up, he’d have suggested they forget it and head home instead.

  The line might have been long but it moved quickly, and the wait had the bonus of Reena snuggling into his side for warmth.

  When they got to the counter, Reena ordered a hot chocolate and he ordered the blackest, strongest coffee they had. The girl behind the register gave him a funny look as she punched in their orders. Who knew what he’d end up with. As long as it was hot and coffee, he didn’t care.

  It actually turned out okay. Reena sighed in relief as she took her first mouthful and he had to admit what was in his cup was indeed the blackest, strongest coffee he’d ever had.

  They didn’t talk. Were happy to sit quietly at a table in the far corner watching the customers around them until they’d taken the last sips.

  “I think we’re done sightseeing for the day.”

  Rush had to agree with Reena. His hair had gone hard as it dried. He didn’t want to think about what was in that water. “Let’s go home and take a warm shower.”

  She smiled at him. A smile that made his insides tighten and all sorts of naughty ideas about that mouth and a hot shower flood his brain.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Reena slid the key in her front door with an army of caterpillars tap-dancing across her nerves. All those teeny-tiny feet tap-tap-tapping away, driving her completely insane with anticipation—trepidation.

  Except unlike last time she’d made the decision to sleep with Rush, she wasn’t about to let that niggle of fear stop her.

  No. She’d already spent a week regretting her cowardice and chastising herself for being a fool. She had no plans to spend the rest of her life doing it.

  She wanted to have sex with Rush.

  She would have sex with Rush.

  Today.

  As soon as they stepped inside, Reena closed the door and made her move.

  She’d never been so bold. But then there had never been this driving need to be with a guy before.

  That heady rush of desire was part of the reason she’d panicked last time. Not this time.

  This time she was going after what she wanted, knowing she’d be experiencing new things—sensations, emotions—that would blow her mind. After a week of lamenting her lack of courage and the last twenty-four hours with him, she was more than ready to embrace everything.

  With Rush.

  Now.

  Flinging herself at him, she sprang up and wrapped her arms and legs around his body, making him stumble back against the wall. His grunt of surprise filled her mouth as she locked her lips to his.

  She dove right in. Thrust her tongue between his lips and teeth in search of the hot, wet slide of his.

  The groan could have been his or hers. Reena wasn’t sure who made the sound, or which of them was responsible for the moans and sighs that followed as he let her have her way.

  He let her lead, didn’t surrender to her attempt to dominate the kiss but didn’t make demands of his own either.

  She’d never been a fan of kissing. Too much tongue or saliva or lack of both, depending on the guy, had led her to believe kisses weren’t meant for anything more than signaling whether things could go further or not—like a traffic light, go, slow down, stop.

  Rush’s kisses were different.

  They were mind-numbing, whole-body experiences, and she hadn’t been able to get enough of them in the two weeks they’d spent together. And now that she had his mouth on hers again, she wasn’t about to waste a second of the toe-curling pleasure.

  She rocked her hips, grinding her aching flesh against the ridge beneath his sweatpants. He was big and hard and she wanted him inside her in the worst way. But first, she needed to stop the pulsing ache making her pussy throb.

  “Please,” Reena spoke into his mouth. “Rush. I need…”

  His hands gripped her hips. Fingers digging in, he held her still. His mouth pulled away and his eyes, dark and piercing, connected with hers. “Easy, Reena. Slow down.”

  “No.” She tried to rub against him but his hold tightened and he somehow managed to move his erection away so she was left humping air. “Rush.”

  “Shh.” He pressed his lips to hers in a quick peck. “Not like this.”

  “What?”

  “Not in the foyer with your legs around my waist.”

  She shook her head. “But I thought… You don’t want to…” Reena glanced down at the bulge in his pants.

  “I do.”

  “Then—”

  “Not here.”

  Confused, Reena unhooked her ankles and lowered her legs. “Not here?” Oh, okay, they’d go to her bedroom. She smiled. “This way.” Untangling her arms from around his neck, she turned—only to be spun back around.

  “No. Not now, either.”

  “But you said…” She searched his eyes for some clue as to what he was thinking but came up empty. “I don’t understand.”

  “You’re a virgin?” His tone was questioning but she could see he knew the truth.

  “Hopefully not for long.”

  “Fuck.” He dragged a hand through his hair, his fingers snagging on the dried clumps. “You have no idea what you’re getting. What you’re asking for.”

  “Yes, I do. You. I want you to be my first.”

  “You shouldn’t want that.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’m not good enough for you.”

  Reena laughed. “Oh, I’m pretty sure you’re going to be very, very good for me.”

  “Dammit, Sabreena. I want things from you I’ve never wanted with anyone else. We’re not talking soft and easy missionary here. I want dark, dirty things I never imagined I’d need.”

  “I want the same.”

  “Bullshit!” Rush stepped closer, put his nose a hairsbreadth from hers, his eyes swirling with carnal heat. “You have no idea what’s going through my mind at a thousand miles an hour.”

  “Tell me.” She licked her lips. Held her ground while his dark gaze searched hers.

  “Christ.” His eyelids lowered, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in a harsh breath. “I want to get inside you. Fuck your virgin pussy and claim it as mine. Mine. Then I want to push you to your knees, make you suck me hard again so I can spin you around, shove your f
ace to the floor and drive my cock deep inside that other virgin territory you have between your legs.”

  Reena swallowed as heat and lust filled her veins, her lower region clenching hard. She throbbed in a way she wouldn’t have thought possible if it weren’t for the frantic beat pulsing in every cell of her body.

  He moved closer, his warm breath ghosting over her trembling lips. “I’ll own every part of you. Every delicious inch of you will be branded. By. Me. Only me.”

  A shudder rocketed from head to toe. The images his words conjured were limited by her inexperience, but she didn’t need to have firsthand knowledge to know she wanted to let him do all of it.

  Leaning in, he spoke against her cheek as he brushed his nose along hers. “Are you scared, Reena?”

  She shook her head.

  “Fuck.” His head lowered, his forehead resting on her shoulder. “You should be. I am.”

  Licking her dry lips, she barely managed to get a word out through her constricted throat. “W-why?”

  His head came up and his gaze met hers. “Because after I’m done taking you in every depraved way imaginable, I’ll want to do it again. And again. And again, until neither one of us can breathe or remember our names.”

  All air left her lungs in a whoosh. “O-okay.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Fuck me.

  He was going to hell.

  There was no way he could do the right thing. He couldn’t walk away from Reena now if his life depended on it.

  God help him, he was going to corrupt this woman to within an inch of her life. But first he had to get control. She tempted him like no other and he couldn’t think about anything except stripping her bare and following through on everything he’d told her.

  They—he—needed a distraction until he could get his head together. He couldn’t just go at her. She deserved better than him rutting on her like an animal. She deserved to be seduced, for her first time to be memorable, something she wouldn’t regret. He’d hate himself if that happened.

  That was why he’d been holding back since he’d arrived yesterday.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” Christ, the last thing he wanted was to hurt her, but she’d never taken a cock, and while he wasn’t hung like a horse, he was larger than average. He’d have to be sure she was ready. Get her nice and wet, stretch her out with his fingers before—

  “I doubt it will hurt.”

  He barked a laugh. “Of course it will, but we can minimize it.” They’d work up to it. He’d get her off with his hands and mouth a few times before he put his cock anywhere near her.

  “It doesn’t hurt when I use my vibrator.”

  For a second, everything went blank. White. No sight, no sound, no thought.

  Then Reena’s words exploded in his head like the boom of a thunderclap. “Vibrator?” His voice shuddered like he’d had one switched on high shoved up his ass.

  “Yes. I bought one to try. I know it’ll be different with a real penis, but I had no trouble taking it all and you don’t seem much bigger. I made sure I got a decent-sized one. And I’ve used it lots of times without any pain.”

  A strangled sound rattled in his throat. Fuck. His balls had tucked up so far, he was choking on them.

  “Are you okay?” Her forehead furrowed with concern.

  “Where is it?” he growled between clenched teeth.

  “Huh?”

  “Your vibrator.” Christ. He was on fire. Images of Reena fucking herself, pushing some plastic dick up her… Fuck! “Where. Is. It?”

  She pointed over her shoulder. “In my bedroom.”

  He grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall. They reached her room and he struggled to breathe. Jesus fucking Christ, he was about to blow his load and they hadn’t removed a stitch of clothing. “Strip. Now,” he ordered as he charged over and yanked open a bedside drawer.

  “Ah, it’s, um, on the other side…”

  Rush glanced over his shoulder, found Reena standing just inside the room, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her fingers fiddling with the hem of her aquarium t-shirt. “Naked. Get naked,” he demanded.

  He wrenched his own shirt off, tossed it aside, then dove across the bed. Pulling open the top drawer, he spotted his prize and grabbed it. “Ah-ha.” He waved the fake cock in the air.

  Reena giggled.

  “What are you laughing at?” He stalked around the bed. “You’re not naked…” He tossed the vibrator on the bed and lunged for her.

  With a squeal, she dodged him, but he was faster. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her against him, his chest plastered to her back, his cock pressed to the curve of her ass, and sank his teeth into the side of her neck. Licked at the abused spot with his tongue.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured against her skin, smiling when she shivered and goose bumps broke out beneath his lips.

  She moaned, rocked her hips, and pressed her lush ass against his throbbing cock. “N-nowhere.”

  “Good.” He kissed below her ear with an open mouth, teasing her silky skin with his tongue, before whispering, “Because we’re going to pop that cherry now.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Reena’s senses were on overload, bombarded from every direction.

  So many different emotions crashed together—excitement, fear, desperation, relief, pleasure, arousal.

  Before meeting Rush, she’d had no idea it was possible to feel so much in one instant. She experienced it all in a breath-stealing flash, and when the fiery-burst of sensation ebbed, one overwhelming emotion remained—need.

  Her body ached.

  Every inch, every cell, every beat of her heart pulsed with an agonizing throb. She’d never felt more out of control, more chaotic but calm, more alive.

  There wasn’t time to analyze what was happening. No need to worry about why or how or what next. The only thing that mattered was now was living in the moment and letting each new reaction take her under Rush’s spell.

  “You still have your clothes on,” Rush murmured in her ear before tonguing her lobe with a hot swipe. “We need to fix that.”

  His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, feathering across her belly in the lightest caress before he pushed the material up her ribs and urged her arms up so he could pull the top over her head.

  She drew in a breath when the heat of him pressed along her back. Nothing lay between their upper bodies. For the first time since that night in his room they were skin to skin.

  “So beautiful.” He leaned over her shoulder and spoke against her cheek, his breath warm as it fluttered across her skin. “I’m going to get rid of these pants then lay you out on the bed so I can look my fill. I didn’t get to look before.”

  The idea of being naked in front of him made her shiver. They’d stripped all the way last time, but when she’d freaked out and told him to stop they’d put their clothes back on, and in that small moment of nakedness, neither of them had really looked. Well, she hadn’t. Obviously Rush hadn’t either.

  “Still with me, Sabreena?” His fingers worked back and forth along the elastic of her pants.

  “Yes,” she gasped as his hand slid beneath the material.

  His fingertips hovered just above her pubic bone, the light caress a wonderfully torturous sensation that had her abdomen quivering. Heat pooled low, muscles clenched, and flesh dampened.

  Moaning, “Please,” she tilted her hips in an attempt to shift his hand farther down.

  “Uh-uh, not yet. I want you laid out before we get to the good stuff.” In a maddeningly slow move, Rush swept his fingers back and forth on the trembling skin of her lower belly a couple more times before pulling away.

  Reena grabbed his wrist and tried to shove his hand back inside her pants. He broke free of her hold with a chuckle, and, before she knew what was happening, her pants were around her ankles and a sharp crack reverberated through the room.

  It took a se
cond for sensation to register, for the source of the sound to make itself known on her flesh. Stinging pain lanced her right butt cheek and a startled cry ripped from her throat.

  Heat bloomed, spreading through her bottom and pelvis and settling deep in her pussy with a hard, driving thud.

  Trembling, she moaned, “Oh, god.”

  “Hmmm…” Rush palmed the skin burning from his slap. “Did you like that, Reena?”

  He’d spanked her? She should be offended, outraged by the violence of such a thing, but she couldn’t muster either of those emotions when the hot pulse in her core told her the answer to his question.

  Instead of a verbal confirmation, she pressed her ass back into his warm touch and moaned. It was all the invitation he needed to deliver a second blow, this one to her other cheek.

  She gasped, arched, pushed her hips back farther, her ass higher, and went with the conflicting sensation of pain and pleasure.

  Prepared this time, she took the sting and waited for the heat to burst, the throb to beat deep inside her.

  A sultry moan slipped from her throat when the flare of passion exploded in her pussy, arching her back farther and thrusting her breasts out, her nipples hard peaks of puckered flesh.

  “Fuck,” he growled in her ear, his palm cupping the new hot spot on her ass. “So fucking hot. This virgin body is so ripe for corruption. You want that, don’t you, Reena?”

  “Please.” Her hips rocked, her skin tingled and her core wept. “Please.”

  His hands curled around her waist and held her steady. “Step out,” he ordered.

  Willing to do anything that got her more of the pleasure he’d bestowed on her so far, she lifted one foot out of her crumpled pants then used the other to kick them aside. Once she was free of the last of her clothes, he let her go and stepped back, taking all that delicious heat away, making her shudder.

  She spun around. “No.”

  “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” He stood at the foot of her bed, his eyes blazing, his fists clenched at his sides. “Hop on. In the middle and spread your legs.”