Rush had ordered Italian from a restaurant called Margarita’s that was down the road from him.
We’d had some wine with our eggplant parmesan and shrimp scampi. He seemed a lot more relaxed than he had been earlier.
There was a kickass patio set up on the upper deck. We were both lying out on two separate outdoor chaise lounges. He was sipping his wine and smoking as his hair blew around in the night breeze. It was dark out now, making the flicker of his cigarette ash more prominent.
He’d kept a good two feet away from me all night. But I couldn’t help wishing he would move closer as the memory of our kiss from yesterday consumed my thoughts. I’d never been kissed so forcefully, so passionately. I could only imagine how he was in bed.
Over dinner, we’d talked about a lot of things, including our childhoods and a little about his various businesses. We’d managed to cover the gamut—well, besides the subject of what exactly was happening between us.
Now, we were just staring out at the ocean again.
“I feel so calm here. It’s just so peaceful,” I said.
“I’ve never shared this view with anyone.”
“I still can’t believe that.”
He put out his cigarette before reaching out his hand to me. “I like having you here. A lot.”
I squeezed it, noticing a look of worry on his face. “You look like that troubles you a little. What’s wrong with liking that?
He was silent for the longest time before he said, “Don’t put up with any shit from me, Gia. Alright?”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“If you catch me starting to fuck up, put me in my place.”
It was clear that Rush had some deep-rooted fears about hurting me. Maybe it stemmed from his father abandoning his mother.
“You know, I could hurt you just as bad as you could hurt me. Remember, I’m the daughter of a woman who abandoned her husband and daughter. I could have bad blood in me, too. But I’m not gonna worry about it. And I’m not afraid of you, Rush.”
“You should be.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to do really bad things to you right now. What I really should be doing is taking you home.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
His eyes were piercing. “What do you want, Gia?”
Feeling bold, I lifted myself out of my seat, crawled over to his lounger, and began to straddle him. “This,” I said before devouring his lips and kissing him with every ounce of my soul. “I want you, Rush,” I whispered over his lips.
The speed of the kiss accelerated as he suddenly lifted me up off the chair, carrying me through the doors to his bed.
He put me down, hovering over me. “I want to go slow, but I really need to taste your pussy, Gia.”
His words made the muscles between my legs pulsate.
Rush slowly lifted the skirt of my dress, burying his head between my legs. He softly kissed the skin between my thighs.
I wriggled, unable to control my body’s reaction to the sensation.
“Relax,” he said.
When his tongue hit my clit, I swore I saw stars. Letting out a squeal from the contact, I bent my head back in ecstasy. My legs were now trembling.
He pulled me closer in one harsh movement, as he buried his mouth in me, lapping his tongue over my clit and using his entire mouth to pleasure me.
My eyes were closed as I felt his fingers slip inside me. He was finger-fucking me as he continued to devour my flesh.
I didn’t expect to come so fast. My muscles just started to contract over his mouth. I lasted all of about a minute, unable to remember the last time a man had used his mouth to pleasure me.
I screamed out in climax as I pulled on Rush’s hair.
He’d left me completely limp and speechless. Coming up for air, Rush licked his lips and groaned, “I can’t wait to fuck you, Gia.”
His erection was straining through his jeans. I knew he needed release, and I couldn’t wait to give it to him.
Grabbing onto his belt buckle, I tried to unzip his pants when he placed his hand over mine to stop me.
“I can’t go there tonight. I’ll wreck you.” He suddenly hopped off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
He disappeared for a long while, and when he came back, I could only assume he’d gone to jerk off, because he seemed calm.
“Scoot over,” he said as he enveloped me in his arms.
He’d given me the best orgasm of my life, and now he was holding me. I couldn’t say it got any better than that.
“I missed this,” I said. “Sleeping next to you.”
“You only had it once and you missed it?” he said against my back.
“Every night since.”
Rush kissed my back softly. “Me, too, Gia.”
The warmest feeling came over me. I felt incredibly safe in his arms, safer than I probably ever had in my entire life
He traced his fingers up and down my arm as he lay behind me, spooning. Relaxed and content in the moment, I closed my eyes to enjoy the post orgasmic haze that blanketed me.
Our chests moving in unison, his front to my back, must have rocked me to sleep. Because the next thing I knew, the warmth of the sun hitting my face woke me to find an empty bed.
I leaned against the kitchen doorway. Now that was a morning view I could get used to.
Rush stood in front of the oven, shirtless with his hair wet, cooking something that smelled delicious while swaying to music. It struck me as odd that the music was country. I’d have taken him more for heavy metal or something.
“You gonna stand there and stare at me, or come give me a kiss good morning?” Rush spoke without turning around.
“How did you know I was even standing here?”
He rapped his knuckles on the stainless-steel hood over the oven. “Reflection. Nice outfit, by the way.”
I’d fallen asleep in my dress, and when I saw the shirt Rush wore yesterday on the floor next to the bed this morning, I decided to change into it after washing up in his bathroom.
I padded over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Good morning.”
He craned his neck back and met my tilted head for a kiss. “Sleep good?”
“Actually, really good. I don’t even remember falling asleep. Your bed must be really comfortable.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. It was the bed, not my mouth on your pussy that tuckered you out.”
“You’re so crass.”
He plated the eggs in the pan just as toast popped up from the toaster. “I forgot, I have to bribe you with a drink to get you to say dirty words.” He winked. “Go sit. I’ll make you some coffee and decide what I want to hear in order for you to get any caffeine.”
We sat down together for breakfast, and I couldn’t help but ogle Rush’s body. He had a lean, yet strong, muscular build. His pecs were sculpted, abs were chiseled into a six pack—or maybe it was eight—I definitely wanted to count the peaks and valleys with my tongue at some point, and his arms were corded and bulged each time he brought his coffee mug to his lips. I won’t even get started on that thin line of hair that ran from his bellybutton down into his sweatpants.
“What’s going on in that nutty head of yours this morning?” Rush had been watching me stare.
“I’m just checking out the merchandise.”
He arched a brow.
“What? You got to see me before you decided to ask me out on a date. I didn’t get to see you.”
His brows drew down. “When did I get to see you naked?”
“In the yellow bikini.”
He smirked. “That wasn’t exactly naked. Although I did see some areola and your entire ass. So it was pretty close.”
I don’t know what it was about Rush, but he made me bold. I shot him a devilish grin. “Well, I wouldn’t want to be unfair.” I promptly lifted the shirt I had on up and over my head, tossing it on the floor. I’d left my bra with my dress in the bedroom, so all I had on was a black lacey thong.
Rush’s fork clanked to the plate. “Fuck.” He swallowed. “You’re not making this easy.”
I tilted my head coyly. “Are you saying, I make it hard for you?”
His eyes trained on my breasts. I actually watched them darken to a deeper shade of green. “You have gorgeous tits.”
“Thank you.” I sipped my coffee, trying to act casual.
“I’d like to fuck them.”
I choked mid-sip and sputtered some coffee onto my plate. I’d started this, but Rush had certainly taken over. My mouth was suddenly dry, and it was my turn to swallow. “You’d like to…”
“Fuck them.”
“Umm. Okay.”
His eyes flickered to my neck, and he pointed at it. “I love your collarbone. It’s so delicate and pretty. The skin around it is so perfect and smooth.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m gonna come on it.”
“Pardon?”
“All over your neck. After I fuck those gorgeous tits.”
I squirmed in my chair. “And when is this happening?”
His eyes rose and locked with mine. They gleamed with wickedness. “Whenever I want.”
Maybe it should have upset me that the guy I’d just started dating had just told me at breakfast that he planned to have sex with my breasts and finish all over my neck whenever he wanted, but damn…I was game.
I jumped when Rush abruptly pushed his chair back from the table. He walked to where I sat and leaned down to kiss my lips. “Put your shirt back on. I’m trying to be good.” He scooped it up from the floor and held it out to me.
I pouted.
“Titty fucking requires at least another date or two.” He turned and started to walk out of the kitchen.
“Where are you going? You didn’t finish your breakfast.”
“Use your imagination, Gia. I’ll certainly be using mine.”
Rush drove me home. Even though I wasn’t ready to leave him yet, I really needed to write all day before working tonight. He idled out front instead of parking. “You’re on tonight, right?”
I nodded. “Six o’clock.”
“How about we do something tomorrow?”
“I’m working brunch starting at eleven.”
“I know the boss. I’m sure he’ll give you the day off.”
I smiled. “Okay! What do you want to do?”
“I was thinking of going in to see my mother. She wants me to meet some asshole she’s seeing, and you wanted to see her artwork anyway.”
My brows drew together. “She’s dating an asshole? How do you know if you haven’t met him?”
Rush deadpanned. “He’s dating my mother.”
I laughed. “And he’s automatically an asshole just because he’s dating your mother?”
“He starts out as an asshole and has to earn his way out.”
I leaned over and brushed my lips with his. “You’re lucky I find the protective part of you adorable, because some people really might think you’re the one who’s the asshole.”
“Go write, Shakespeare.”
I rubbed my nose back and forth against his. “Maybe I’ll write a scene where the hero goes down on the heroine since I have such a nice memory to borrow from.”
Rush groaned. “Get out of my car before I have to take another shower.”
I chuckled and opened the car door. “Later, boss.”