“As much as I hate to admit it… Danny staying with you has been really good for him. I’d never flat out deny him anything if there’s another option… even if that means staying with you. It’s not that I want to control him… I just don’t want to lose him now that I’m finally getting to know him. As for tempting you with my sweet ass… that has nothing to do with my brother. That has to do with the fact that you are freaking hot. Maybe I’m teasing you because I want you. Ever think of that?,” she said, managing to somehow get her slender hands free to slide up his chest leaving a blazing trail of fire along their path.
“Dammit, Ms. Carlton… you don’t know what you’re saying,” he choked out realizing he had a major erection that amazingly showed no signs of going anywhere anytime soon. No images of dead bodies, explosions or grown men crying out in fear and pain. No feelings of guilt, doubt or devastation. Right now the only images in his head were of her naked and beneath him… or maybe above him… since she always wanted to be in charge and run the show.
Pressing her breasts into his chest she leaned up and whispered against his stubble coated jaw, “I think my nipples could cut glass right now… Sir.” He closed his eyes to try and block out the sound of her voice and the visual his mind summoned at her words. “Oh… sorry… more things a girl like me shouldn’t say.”
Fuck it… he couldn’t fight this intense attraction to her. She was temptation personified and he just didn’t have it in him to resist her for another second. He was willing to attempt this… he might end up embarrassing himself but he wanted her so much he couldn’t resist the urge to at least try being close to her. He was still rock hard and couldn’t help but enjoy some sense of normalcy at his physical reaction to holding her close.
He had wanted to kiss her since meeting her and had even dreamed of tasting her skin several times. However, whether he was able to actually do anything more than stand close to her with an erection remained to be seen but ultimately didn’t matter.
He had no intention of doing anything more than kissing and touching her anyhow. And that was only to teach her a lesson about teasing. He meant to put a stop to her flirting right here and right now before he lost all control one day where she was concerned.
Grasping her arms, he un-lodged them from around his neck and raised them above her head to hold them against the wall with one of his hands. It was then that he noticed that along with the icing on her cheek and neck, her right arm was also coated in cupcake batter, as was somehow the norm for her. How she ended up wearing icing or cake batter more often than not was beyond him. She wore it like most women wore jewelry, but right now it looked amazing on her.
Capturing her gaze in his own, he leaned forward, and sticking his tongue out, licked and sucked a path from the inside of her upper arm up past her outstretched elbow. She watched him with wide eyes and a partially opened mouth. What he hadn’t counted on was the shot of arousal that settled low in his belly forcing his hips forward to grind against her sweet center. His mind was suddenly flooded with images of himself making love to her in all kinds of different ways.
“Oh my God… Rusty… that feels crazy good,” she choked out, wiggling her hips around as though enjoying the sensation between her legs. Then her beautiful eyes tried to shut.
“I don’t think so, Ms. Carlton. You need to watch what happens when you fuck with me one too many times. Open those eyes up right now,” he ordered. He could barely breathe from wanting her so much. He should stop this now but, damn, she tasted and smelled amazing. Like sugar coated Amy. God help him.
When she ignored his command, he forced one of his legs in between hers, leaned forward and again sucked the skin of her arm into his mouth and nipped at it with his teeth. Her eyes finally shot back open. She sucked in a breath and released a moan that set his body on full alert. He knew that sound… it meant that she was wet… and ready for him.
Good God… she was the hottest woman he’d ever seen. He shouldn’t be doing this to her… but couldn’t stop himself now for anything. He had to know if his ability to enjoy physical closeness with another person was truly gone forever or not. Actual sex might still be impossible but right now just being this close to her was doing wonders for him in that department too.
Seeing even more intensity in her eyes, he again leaned in toward her but this time he licked and sucked up her neck to her chin. Unexpectedly, her legs just gave out until she was basically straddling his thigh. Perhaps now that she realized he could give back as good as he got, she’d stop with her constant flirting and attempts to seduce him. He released her hands and her head dropped forward to rest on his shoulder so he waited for her to ask him to stop.
“Touch me. God… Please? I just want to feel your hands on me, Rusty,” she said quietly, managing to stand back up on her own again. “You make me so hot. It’s crazy… I don’t even really know you but I think about you all the time. I dream about you touching me. Since the first day you came into the shop. I think about you even when I should be thinking about something else and I…”
He cut off anymore of her talking by forcing her face upward with one hand and covering her mouth with his. The touch of her tongue to his caused something in him to break free. His whole body was suddenly trembling and the emotions in him were so powerful he actually felt tears stinging his eyes.
All this while his body threatened to burn him alive from the inside out. Before he could get himself in check he was unbuttoning her pants and yanking them down her long slender legs. She managed to help until she was bared to him from her waist to right above her knees.
Reaching out he touched the satin nestled between her legs and was met with warmth and moisture. As much as he’d like to taste all that perfection, he was already out of control and that certainly wouldn’t help pull him back from the edge.
She really did want him… it wasn’t just an act… or her way of playing with him. Stroking his fingers against her wet folds was as enjoyable to him as it was to her. How could he deny her anything with her lower body rocking against his hand and fingers forcing him to give her the pleasure she sought?
Breaking her passionate kisses, her beautiful mouth again flew open and a strangled sound of pure pleasure escaped her. He was once again surprised when she reached out and unsnapped his jeans and attempted to pull them off his body.
She finally gave up getting his pants down and instead wrapped her arms around his entire head and went back to kissing him with everything in her. Her soft moans and whimpers sounded like she was begging him. Christ she was begging him for it. This had to stop now or it wasn’t going to end until he was buried in her as deep as he could go.
“Wait, I shouldn’t be taking you up against a wall like this. I should be gentler and… I don’t have a condom,” he managed to say after breaking her fiery kisses once more.
She pulled back from him and looked at him with eyes soaked in need and pleasure and said, “I’m on the shot and I promise that I’m safe if you are… I just want you. My body is on fire just from you touching me… God you’re good at that. Pleasure me some more… now. Please, Rusty.” Then she grabbed his hand and put it back between her legs. He stroked her again until she once more tugged at his pants trying to get them down.
Holy hell, he was still hard as a rock. He nodded his answer to her question while pushing his pants further down his legs while she managed to kick out of her shoes and slide her pants the rest of the way off. Then he just picked her up and, holding her against the wall, guided himself into her sweet softness.
A moan of pure ecstasy escaped at the feel of her slick heat wrapped around him. Comfort and pleasure had his legs nearly buckling. It had been a very, very long time since he’d been with a woman. But never in his whole life had he been with someone like her. She took his bad attitude, added a little icing to it and fed it back to him with a dimpled smile and a wink. He was falling for her. Christ.
“Damn you. I am just supposed to be helping you out…
not…” he said as he thrust into her forcing her whole body up the wall. “Ahh… so damn good. You hide perfection between your thighs.”
“Mmm… Yes, Rusty, please. Like that… pleasure me,” she gasped out.
“Jesus, I’m not going to last very long… you’re so tight and wet around me. Shit… you feel way too good. Damn, Amy.”
“You finally said my name… God, I’m almost there… you feel amazing. Harder, Rusty. Come on, baby,” she said between breaths.
Then she leaned forward, held on to his shoulders and head while kissing him as he slammed into her again and again until he felt her body tighten around him and she moaned out her orgasm into his mouth. Then his body was taking a ride to the stars… something he feared he might never experience again.
On and on the pleasure went and he could barely keep them both upright as he thrust into her a few more times, riding out the last bit of the ecstasy. His relief at being able to enjoy this again, especially with Amy who he had wanted from the minute he’d talked to her on the phone, was so great that he could feel tears burning in his eyes. He needed to get away from her before she watched him break down bawling like a baby.
“Shhh… It’s okay, Rusty. I’ve got you.” she whispered as he held her tight against the wall.
She continued holding on to his head, running her fingers through his hair and kissing his temple. It was only then that he realized he was already crying. Sobbing actually. Head down and buried against her breasts that were still fully clothed.
Jesus… what was wrong with him? He’d taken her without a thought to her pleasure or even his own. Like an animal in the wild, he’d mounted her with all the finesse of a beast. Worse yet… he’d broken the cardinal rule that he always hounded his men about… he’d rode her bareback.
And given a chance he’d do it again… and again.
Chapter Eight
Amy found it hard to even take a shower. Every nerve in her body was bare and throbbing, her legs were still shaking and it was like she could still feel him right there pleasuring her.
In an instant the situation between her and Rusty had changed drastically. The pent up charge of energy that flowed between them had erupted into the most amazing sex she’d ever experienced. Just thinking of it had her fully aroused and squirming all over again. He’d consumed her like a man who was suffocating while knowing that she was the only air available.
He’d forced her to ask for what she wanted instead of just going for it blindly like most men. No mad fumbling around in an attempt to find the one thing she wanted that would earn him her favor… nope. Rusty had held back and essentially made her beg him for it.
When he’d finally given in to her, he’d been full of passion, need and raw emotion. He’d known exactly how to touch her, how much pressure to use, how to move so that he rubbed her just perfectly with his own body.
Then when it had ended he’d fallen apart as though she’d broken him into millions of pieces. Without so much as a word he’d put her back on her feet, quickly righted his clothing, apologized under his breath and just left.
Not a backward glance, not a, ‘Can I see you again?’ or even better… another round of incredible pleasure. It almost felt like she’d made him do something he really wasn’t capable of even though he’d been the one doing all the touching. Should she call him and see if he was okay?
A comment Rusty had made once about almost getting his men killed filtered through her mind just enough to make her stop and give the thought merit. Was this what people who suffered Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or PTSD were like? Were they like Mr. Hawkins? Something serious was going on with Rusty. She’d wondered about him and why he acted the way he did, been fascinated by his tightly leashed virility, but right now she was just downright worried about him.
He’d been fine while making her body completely come apart in his strong, capable and oh so knowledgeable hands. Then, as soon as the fire had begun to die down and she’d taken the opportunity to give him true affection by holding him close and playing with his hair, he’d completely fallen apart.
Heartbreaking sobs that she didn’t know what to do with had torn at her soul. The sound had spoken of a devastation she’d never experienced and even now she knew that she needed to do something to help him. But what?
Should she call someone? Who would she call? And what exactly would she say? “This hot guy that I think I might actually be falling for has some serious problems that I’m not really qualified to deal with.” Right.
Rusty also didn’t seem the kind of man to seek professional help whether he needed it or not. Her gut told her, he needed to talk to someone and was screaming loudly in his quiet standoffish manner that he shouldn’t be alone right now.
Danny. Was her brother okay there with Rusty in his current emotional state? She didn’t think for a minute that Rusty would harm one hair on Danny’s head but how many people wound up on the news talking about “I never would have thought he would do something like that.” She didn’t want to be another evening news starlet, especially at Danny or Rusty’s expense.
Finishing her shower, she dressed quickly, threw her hair up in a loose ponytail, grabbed her keys and purse and headed out the door. It was her turn to chase Rusty down.
She had a brief moment of doubt upon pulling into his driveway and finding all the lights off in his house. What if she was worrying for nothing and he was already sleeping? There was no way… he couldn’t experience what they’d just shared and be anymore asleep than she was right now.
Getting out of the car, she quietly shut the door and then headed up the walk. As she neared his front door it suddenly swung open and he was standing there, just looking at her. He looked none the worse for his earlier outburst. He held the door open for her and she stepped inside. The silence between them was deafening and awkward.
“I shouldn’t have done that to you… and you shouldn’t be here right now,” he finally said. Then he turned and walked away heading down the hallway.
Amy paused a moment before deciding to follow him. As she passed by the door to her brother’s room she could hear the low sounds of a radio coming from within.
When she made it to Rusty’s room she found him sitting on the side of his bed, covering his face with his hands. Was he still distraught? Was he that ashamed of what they’d shared? Why? And what did they do about it now? What could she say to him? What should she do?
Instinct had her approaching him slowly until she was standing in front of him. The need to comfort him overwhelmed her until she finally reached out to run her fingers through his hair. He flinched at first, as though she’d hit him or meant him harm, but he finally relaxed and allowed her to continue.
Stepping up closer to him, she just continued with what she’d tried to do earlier… comfort him… by running her fingers through his hair and holding him in her arms. He suddenly wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her to him, burying his face in her stomach.
“You should run from me as fast as you possibly can, Amy,” he finally said after several minutes of just holding on to her.
Just the sound of his voice made her body come alive all over again. For the first time in her life she truly felt like someone needed her. It was a heady sensation but scary at the same time since it was obvious that he needed more help than she could ever give him. She felt desperate for him, breathless and needy in return.
“I can still feel you, Rusty. What you did to me was absolutely amazing. I don’t really know what to do with all these sensations running through me, especially if I’m now just supposed to turn and walk away from them… from you. I’m not even real sure I can just walk away. What I do know is that I want you all over again,” she whispered against the top of his head.
“You don’t understand… I usually have problems… in that area,” he replied. “I wasn’t sure I could… even once… so there’s no way I can twice. Especially in the same night. I’m sorry, Amy. Please know t
hat it’s me… all me… it has nothing to do with you.”
Taking his hands, she guided them under her shirt to the bare skin of her rib cage. He touched her hesitantly for a brief moment before backing away and looking up at her. The pain in his face was more than she could handle so she leaned forward and kissed him. She coaxed him with her kisses until he was kissing her back. It was like drawing a frightened animal out from its hiding place.
“I never meant to take advantage of you like that, Amy. I only meant to show you that you shouldn’t tease a man like you do… especially someone like me. I hope I didn’t hurt you but I do have limits… and you just kept pushing them. That’s not an excuse and I am sorry… it’s just an attempt to explain myself. Helping you with Danny doesn’t entitle me to share your bed… nor do what I did. He’s my friend… you don’t owe me for that… if that’s what all this is about,” he said, again burying his face in her stomach.
“Helping me?” she laughed lightly. “I was so angry about your helping… because he’s so happy here with you. I just can’t do that for him. I have all the rest of the stuff from his old room at Sylvia’s in the second bedroom of my apartment… it’s completely full. That’s what I was going to show you earlier so that you would understand that it leaves no room for an actual person. Even if I did have more room, I don’t know how to make Danny happy like he is here with you. This may sound crazy but that makes me really jealous.”
“There’s no need to be jealous… He’s a lot older than you are… I am a lot older than you are. We grew up together where obviously you did not… it takes time to get to know someone. Don’t try to rush it. He’s welcome here for as long as he wants to be or as long as you’ll allow it,” he said quietly.
“What about me, Rusty? Am I welcome here… in your house… in your bed? Can I call you Rusty now instead of Mr. Hawkins? Or are you done with me now that you proved that you can make my body come alive like nothing I’ve ever experienced before?” she asked.
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