Abbi Glines - Rush Too Far

She leaned back against me some, and I took that as my green light.

I moved away the hair brushing her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the warm, soft skin there. “Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you.”

She let out a deep breath, then turned to face me. Her arms went up and wrapped around my neck. Those beautiful blue eyes of her locked on mine. “I’ll forgive you on one condition,” she said softly.

“OK,” I said. I’d give her fucking anything.

“I want to be with you tonight. No more flirting. No more waiting.”

Not what I had been expecting, but yes. That was what I wanted. “Hell, yes,” I said, and pulled her up against me so I could soak her in. This was it for me.

Blaire was going to be mine after this. I would fight hell for her if I had to.

Kissing had never been my thing. It was something I rarely did. But knowing how pure Blaire’s mouth was and how fucking amazing she tasted made me go a little crazy when my lips touched hers. I couldn’t get enough of her.

I cupped her face and devoured her. My head was screaming at me to slow down. Not to scare her or push her too fast, but God, I couldn’t make my mouth listen. The Corona on her tongue as I slid mine over hers made me hungrier. The taste of beer and lime on Blaire seemed wicked. When she felt the barbell in my tongue, she pulled at the hair at the back of my head and let out a moan.

Fuck, I had to slow this down. I couldn’t take her against the sink. She needed a bed and a lot of foreplay. I didn’t want to hurt her. Never wanted to hurt her. I pulled away from her lips a fraction. I liked feeling her warm breath on my face. “Come with me upstairs. I want to show you my room.” A grin tugged at my lips. “And my bed,” I added.

She nodded, and that’s all I needed. Letting go of her face, I reached for her hand. I was taking her upstairs. There were no rules where Blaire was concerned. She was on a higher plane, above any rules I had when it came to women. I just wanted her.

Pulling her by the hand in my excitement to get back to kissing those lips of hers, I led her up the stairs. Glancing back at her as we reached the second floor, I saw the flush in her cheeks, and I broke. Just one taste, I told myself, then pressed her up against the nearest wall and nibbled her bottom lip before licking it and claiming her mouth again.

She melted into me easily, and I was almost sure I could make it good for her right here. I could get on my knees and kiss between her legs until she screamed my name. But no. No. We were doing this in my bed.

I tore myself away from her and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “One more flight of stairs,” I said, more for myself than for her. Then I took her hand and led her down the hall to the door leading up to my room. I pulled the key out of my pocket. I never left my room unlocked. I liked keeping it private. Knowing no one could go in there unless I wanted them there.

The door swung open, and I stepped back and motioned for Blaire to go on in. The desire to see her in my room around my things and to share it all with her was almost as powerful as my desire to see her on my bed. Naked.

She stopped when she reached the top step and gasped. The view over the water from the floor-to-ceiling windows was what I had fallen in love with as a child.

“This room is why I had my mom buy this house. Even at ten years old, I knew this room was special,” I told her, wrapping my arms around her. I loved that she could see this. That it affected her, too.

“It’s incredible,” she said, with awe in her voice. It was incredible. But having her here with me made it so much more amazing.

“I called my dad that day and told him I’d found a house I wanted to live in. He wired my mother the money, and she bought it. She loved the location, so this is the house we’ve spent our summers in. She has a house of her own in Atlanta, but she prefers it here.”

“I’d never want to leave,” she said.

Smiling, I kissed the soft skin of her ear then whispered, “Ah, but you haven’t seen my cabin in Vail or my flat in Manhattan.” But she would. I wanted to see her there, too.

Sharing my personal life and space with people was something I had always hated and refused to do. But with Blaire, I craved having her be a part of it. Even if all I could do was hold her, I wanted her here tonight.

I turned her toward the king-size bed that sat to the right and covered most of that far wall. “And that’s my bed,” I told her, as I held her hips and moved us toward the bed. I could feel Blaire tense. She was nervous. Talking about it and actually standing here in my room, looking at my bed, were two different things. I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath, but I wouldn’t force her. “Blaire, even if all we do is kiss or just lie here and talk, I’m OK with that. I just wanted you up here. Close to me.”

She turned back to look at me. “You don’t mean that. I’ve seen you in action, Rush Finlay. You don’t bring girls to your room and expect to just talk.” Her attempt to sound teasing failed. The uncertainty in her voice sliced through me. She had come up here with me thinking she was just another one of those girls I fucked and sent home? Shit. How could I get it through to her that this thing with her was more? So much more. That she meant more.

“I don’t bring girls up here at all, Blaire.”

“The first night I came here, you said your bed was full,” she said, frowning at me as if she had caught me in a lie. Damn, she was cute.

“Yeah, because I was sleeping in it. I don’t bring girls to my bedroom. I don’t want meaningless sex tainting this space. I love it here,” I told her honestly. But I’d brought her here. Didn’t she understand what that meant?

“The next morning, a girl was still here. You’d left her in bed, and she came looking for you in her undies,” she said with a tight voice.

Crazy girl. She had no fucking idea what she did to me. Needing to touch her, I slipped my hand under her shirt and caressed the soft skin there. Her small shiver made me smile. “The first room to the right was Grant’s room until our parents divorced. I use it as my bachelor-pad room now. That’s where I take girls. Not here. Never here. You’re my first. Well, I let Henrietta come up here once a week to clean, but I promise there is no hanky-panky going on between us,” I explained, as I grinned down at her.

“Kiss me, please,” she said, then grabbed my shoulders and leaned up to press her mouth against mine without waiting for me to respond.

That had to be the sweetest thing I’d ever heard. Kiss me, please. Fuck, this girl was gonna ruin me. I wanted her to belong to me. Her body to know only me. Completely.

Pushing her back, I laid her down on the bed and pushed her legs apart so I could settle between them without breaking the sweetest damn kiss I’d ever had. Blaire grabbed my shirt in her small fists as if she wanted to rip it off my body. If my girl wanted her hands on my chest, I’d make that a hell of a lot easier on her.

I pulled away from her long enough to jerk my shirt over my head and toss it before taking her mouth again. I could kiss her mouth for fucking hours. I had to grab handfuls of the covers to keep from stripping her naked while I let her explore. Each touch from her hands got more demanding and brave. She started out by running her hands up my arms, her touch almost as soft as a feather. But she was running them over my chest now like she couldn’t get enough. When her thumbs rubbed my nipples, I swear to God I almost lost my shit.

I wanted to touch nipples, too. Her hard little pink nipples. I tore my mouth away from hers and unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and pushed it back. I didn’t have the patience to take it off. I needed her in my mouth. Now. When I jerked her bra down, both full, luscious tits fell free from their confines, and I feasted like a starving man. I licked them just to hear her moan and whimper, then I sucked hard. She bucked against me.

She hadn’t been ready for that yet, and I trembled and fought to catch my breath when she cried out in pleasure from feeling my cock pressed against her needy pussy. She would be swollen and hot. I wanted to taste it. She’d tasted so sweet on my finger. I unzipped her skirt and pulled it and her panties down while keeping my eyes on her face. If she got nervous, I had to slow down. I wasn’t going to frighten her. Her mouth fell open as she breathed hard and watched me. The complete trust in her eyes undid me. I wanted it all off.

I crooked my finger for her to sit up. She did so willingly, and I quickly got rid of the shirt and bra, leaving her painfully beautiful body naked. She was all mine. This was all mine. No man had touched this . . . or seen this. Fuck. Emotion overwhelmed me as I took her in. “You naked in my bed is even more unbelievably beautiful than I thought it would be . . . and trust me, I’ve thought about it. A lot.”

Her eyes flared, and I smiled to myself. Blaire liked me to talk to her. She needed the praise. Of course she did. She was unsure of herself. This was new to her. I’d make sure she knew how ridiculously perfect she was. Leaning back over her, I pressed my throbbing erection against her now-bare pussy.

“Yes! Please!” she cried out, and scratched at my back. She was ready for me to do more. She was going to panic when she realized where I was about to put my mouth. I needed her hot and needy so she’d let me.

Lowering myself, I kissed her flat stomach and the almost bare mound, which smelled fucking amazing. Looking up at her, I held her gaze before sticking my tongue out and running my piercing directly on her very swollen clit. Blaire’s scream made my cock throb as she threw her body up in an arch and grabbed the sheets in tight fists.

“God, you’re sweet,” I whispered against her. I was gonna get addicted to this taste. Holy fuck, it was good.

“Rush, please,” she whimpered.

I stopped licking. “Please what, baby? Tell me what it is you want.” She shook her head. Her eyes were closed tightly as if she were fighting to catch her breath. “I wanna hear you say it, Blaire,” I told her. I wanted those naughty words coming from her mouth. I shouldn’t make her, but damn, I wanted to hear it so bad.

“Please lick me again,” she said with a desperate sob.

Damn, that was even better than I could have expected. I wasn’t sure I would last one second once I sank into her. I started swiping my tongue through her slit with pure enjoyment. If she only knew the power she had. I’d give it all to her. She could have me on my knees and between her legs with one pout of her pretty lips. I was going to crave this.

Blaire shuddered and cried out my name while holding my head against her as if I would leave this. Once she had hit her release and no longer needed me, I reached for the condom beside my bed and ripped it open. Her eyes were starting to flutter open. I wanted to let her enjoy the high, but I couldn’t. I had to get inside her. And it would ease her pain to have the nirvana of her orgasm still floating through her.

“Condom is on. I need to be inside,” I whispered in her ear as I moved between her legs and ran my tip against her heat. “Holy fuck, you’re so wet. It’s gonna be hard not to slip right in. I’ll try to go slow. I promise.” I didn’t want this to hurt her. Fuck, I wanted it to be good for her, because it was gonna be another level of heaven for me.

Blaire didn’t tense up like I expected. Instead, she moaned and moved against me as I slowly started slipping in. Her body was clamping down on me and pulling me in like a suction. Holy hell.

“Don’t move. Please, baby, don’t move,” I begged her. God, I couldn’t hurt her, but I wanted to slam into her fully. The barrier I had been expecting met me, and I stopped. Blaire felt it and finally tensed up underneath me. “That’s it. I’m gonna do it fast, but then I’ll stop once I’m in and let you get used to me.”

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I closed my eyes, unable to look at her. I couldn’t control myself if I watched her face. Control. I needed fucking control. God, I wanted inside her completely. With one thrust, I broke through the thin wall and sank into velvet heat like I’d never known. My cock was being squeezed so damn tight I couldn’t breathe. Gasping for air, I held still. She would need to adjust to me. But I wanted to move so damn bad; I wanted to fill her.