Rush (16 page)

“Yes, Lucas,” she near sobbed. “Only you.”

He kissed her, a firm seal on her promise, and then he was gone. A moment later the bed dipped and he was there between her legs, gathering her to him.

“I want you again.” She felt his tentative invasion. “I have to have you. Forgive me.” With a growl, he plunged deep, gripping her hip. He set a wicked pace, kissing her with equal fervor, whispering endearments in two languages. She could hardly keep up. She came again, but he held off, driving into her with a relenting force that demanded everything from her. As though he were trying to imprint himself on her with every thrust, he made her
feel
him. Understanding dawned. He was claiming her, commanding her to be his.

She pushed on him and he rolled them. Now she was on top. His gaze was hot and fierce, glittering up at her, daring her. She gripped his shoulders as he’d gripped her hips and rose up, then down, matching his intensity. Sweat beaded her brow, but she wouldn’t back down. She knew she couldn’t just say the words, that wouldn’t be enough. She had to declare them with her body. His. Only his. And in return, he was hers. Only hers.

He smoothed a hand up her thigh to where they were joined and used his thumb to touch her there, just there. Throwing her head back, she went off, crying out. He held her fast to him and pushed deep, grinding his release into her with a rumbling groan that vibrated through her.

They clung to each other, panting. She might have dozed, she wasn’t sure. Loose limbed, she couldn’t move if she tried. Or speak. She lay sprawled on top of him, arms and legs akimbo. He didn’t seem to mind. She should probably move. Or say something.

As their heated bodies cooled, reality set in. She opened her eyes to the perfect view of the sparkling Dallas skyline. Soon it would be morning. Dawn would bring back her problems along with the scorching summer sun. In the meantime, she had the twinkling lights and the strong, steady heartbeat of the man beneath her.

He caressed her back, languidly smoothing a hand down then up. He sighed and shifted. She propped her chin on her hand and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, but there was the faintest of smiles curving his lips. He seemed very pleased with himself. As he should be. Hell, she was pretty pleased herself.

They’d knocked together like a couple of crazed teenagers. She was bound to be sore in some very inconvenient places. A good kind of sore. The best kind. She touched a fingertip to a mark on his chest. She’d bitten him. Huh. She resisted the urge to turn him over and examine the scratch marks she was sure were there. He probably looked like he’d slept with Wolverine. She suppressed a giggle at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” He raised his other arm and reached for a pillow, pulling it down under his head. His dark eyes open, watching her.

“I was just thinking that your back probably looks like you slept with Wolverine, you know, the scratch marks. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Huh, not likely.” He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Are you hurt?”

“I’ll be, uh, sore. In a good way,” she quickly added. “But otherwise no. You’re not the brute you think you are, you know.”

“No?” He didn’t seem convinced.

“You can have a look. Examine me from head to toe. I bet there’s not a mark on me.” She touched the bite on his chest. “I wasn’t so gentle with you.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take you up on that exam later. When I can move.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why did you and Vanessa break up?”

He tensed at the name. “It’s complicated.”

She was immediately sorry for asking the question and then just as suddenly she knew the answer, could feel it vibrating off of him. “She cheated.”

“Yeah.”

She waited with the feeling there was more to the story and a rising dislike for the cool, red-haired beauty.

“With her personal trainer. She got pregnant.”

“Obviously not yours.”

“No.” His expression made it clear the subject was closed.

She made a quick topic change, opting for neutral ground. “Who do you think is behind the sabotage at the station?”

“My turn to ask a question.”

She tried to hide her reticence. “Shoot.”

“Who called you yesterday?”

“Yesterday?” Her heart sped up, cold dread pricked from the inside out.

“Yesterday morning. You came in here to take the call and then when you came out you were upset.”

She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and thought hard about what to say. Finally she decided to go with the truth… mostly. “My mom.”

“Your mom.”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And, well, she hasn’t been feeling well. I had asked Jason to keep an eye on her for me.” Her useless brother hadn’t ever gone by, only called. Once.

“Do you want to check on her tomorrow?”

“No.”

“No?” Incredulity turned that small word into a condemnation.

“It’s okay, really. Forget about it.” She scooted off of him, off of the bed. “Hey, you know what? I am starved.” She backed toward the bathroom. “Didn’t you say there was a Chinese place that delivers late?” She closed the bathroom door, ending the discussion she’d so stupidly started.

Lucas leaned up on his elbows and watched her go with that same sinking feeling he had when Malcolm had told him what he’d found out about her. He flopped back on the bed. The lights from the city dotted ceiling, creating an artificial constellation overhead.

What was she hiding? He scrubbed his hands over his face. Whatever it was, she wasn’t going to tell him willingly, maybe never. He rolled up into a sitting position, hanging his hands between his knees over the edge of the bed. He stared at the door, willing it to open and for her to come out and confess all to him.

Again he was tempted to call Malcolm and ask him to dig deeper into Mi’s background. He hated not knowing. Hated not being able to trust her. Hated that this situation reminded him of what he’d gone through with Vanessa.

Fuck it all. Why couldn’t he pick women who were an open book? With nothing to hide, no reason to lie?

He got up and took care of the spent condom. Washing his hands in the spare bathroom, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. She was right. He turned to examine the long line of scratches down his back. She’d left her mark on him in more ways than one. He leaned forward, one, two, three bite marks on his chest. Huh. He hadn’t felt them. Damn, she was a wild little thing. Frenzied and uninhibited, she’d knocked his world sideways. But it was the sharp contrast of her blunt honesty in bed and her secretiveness out of it that really threw him. What was he going to do with her?

Thinking about her got him hard all over again. But he’d have to wait and in the meantime figure out some way to gain her unfettered trust.

CHAPTER TEN

Lucas wasn’t sure which was more frustrating: the lack of leads on Doyle Gann’s whereabouts or Mi’s habit of moving his things around his closet just to see if he’d notice. He noticed. Then he’d move them back only to find she’d moved something else the next time he went in there.

He couldn’t figure out what she’d done this time, but something was definitely off. He counted his shirts. All there. Pants. Check. Then he turned to the shoes. Damn it. One pair was missing. He rummaged around and finally found them at the bottom of the clothes hamper. Grinning like an idiot, he put them back on the shelf where they belonged. He actually
liked
this game of hers. What was wrong with him?

Now that he’d figured out her trick of the day, he grabbed the pair of shoes he intended to wear and walked out into the living area. She wasn’t there, but the siren call of pancakes led him right to her, standing at the stove holding a spatula in nothing but an old t-shirt of his. It was so old and thin he could see through it, which was how he knew she had nothing else on. God bless cheap cotton.

“Aren’t you going to be late for work?” he asked, making a show of checking his watch.

It was Monday morning and they’d spent nearly all weekend in bed. But still, just the sight of her in that ragged t-shirt, her nipples clearly defined by the thin fabric, had him wondering what she’d do if he lifted her onto the counter top and stepped between her legs.

“Crosby called while you were in the shower. The shipment that was supposed to come in on Friday, came in today and it was all wrong. They sent Davy to the warehouse in Fort Worth to pick up the missing products for tonight’s show. So we have another hour or so before we have to leave.” She flipped a pancake. “Hungry?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Why don’t you get the plates and set them up at the bar?”

“Sure.” He turned and left the room.

“Ah, Lucas,” he heard her call after him. “The plates are in here!”

He returned a moment later and reached past her to turn the stove off.

“What are you doing? I wasn’t done cooking.”

In answer he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing his erection against her.

“Are you serious? I have to leave for work in less than an hour and I haven’t even showered yet.” He nibbled her neck, his hands roaming north and south. She made that little sighing squeak sound he loved. “All right, but make it quick. And good. It better be good.”

He found her already wet for him and moaned at the feel of her heat. He moved her away from the stove and lifted her onto the counter, wedging between her legs as he’d imagined. He slapped a condom down on the counter next to her and kissed her long and deep until she was squirming against him.

“You’re a naughty boy,” she panted, giving him a playful whack on the backside with the spatula.

He grabbed a fistful of her shirt in back and pulled it tight across her chest. Dipping his head, he captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking through the thin cotton. She gasped, and reached for the fastening of his pants as the spatula clattered to the floor. She managed to get both hands on him, stroking him. She spread a bead of moisture across the tip with her thumb. He patted the counter blindly, searching for the condom, his mouth now at her other breast.

“Looking for this?”

He broke away to find her twirling the condom between two fingers. He reached for it.

“Nuh-uh. I’ll do it.” She bit the edge of the foil and tore slowly, a naughty glint in her eye.

Damn, she was hot.

Using her feet she pushed his pants down where they pooled at his ankles. She scooted to the edge of the counter. “Now hold real still. I want to make sure I get this on just right.”

He widened his stance, gripping her thighs for balance. She made a show of getting the condom on right side up, faking a couple of false starts. He shifted his feet, watching her every move. She turned it one way, then the other swirling it over the crown, teasing him. She used both hands to roll it all the way down, slow as if she had all the time in the world. Wrapping both hands around him, she smoothed up then down, up, then down…

“It’s on,” he bit out.

“Just making sure.” She blinked up at him all wide innocent eyes.

Two could play at that game.

“I’m ready. Are you?” He asked, sliding a hand up her thigh. Gliding a finger across her slickness, he pretended not to notice how incredibly
ready
she was. Her breath caught, her fingers flexing on his shoulders. “No. Hmm. Maybe if I did this.” He used two fingers on her, scissoring over and around, but not quite doing what she needed.

“Oh, God, yes. That. Do that. Faster.”

“Faster?” He sped up just a little.

Wrapping her legs around his, she panted and arched her back. Reaching out, she grabbed a cabinet knob with each hand. “In me now.”

“I don’t think you’re ready,” he rasped, nearing the end of his control. He shoved her shirt up, pinning it to the cabinet over her shoulder. He licked the exposed nipple.

Her breathing grew rough, but still he held her right on the edge. He varied the rhythm, playing with her, never letting her get too close to coming. He wet her nipple with his mouth, but didn’t suck.

“God, damn it, Lucas. Do it now.
Please
.”

That did it. He withdrew his fingers from her, grabbed his dick, and thrust hard. She gasped at the intrusion. He pumped into her, holding her still with both hands. She chanted his name, but he knew she wasn’t quite there… he bent his head, sucked her breast, flicked the nipple, and she cried out. His orgasm slammed into him, weakening his knees. He held onto the counter, afraid he’d crumple to the floor and take her with him.

Her head flopped forward against his chest. He curled around her and they held each other as if they were the only survivors of a shipwreck.

“Okay, that was
good
.”

He let out an exhausted laugh. “Glad to be of service.”

“But if you don’t let me up I’m going to have to tell Crosby why I’m late.”

He looked down to where they were joined, then pulled out slowly. He always hated leaving her.

She watched too. “I still have no idea how you fit. I thought for sure you were going split me in two that first time.”

“I hurt
you?”

“A little,” she confessed.

“
What
?” His head jerked back as if he’d been punched. “Jesus, why didn’t you tell me?”

“It had been a long time for me and I didn’t know it would hurt that much.” She shrugged it off. “I lived and we went on to have some pretty spectacular sex. It was worth it. Don’t you think?”

“No.” He bent over and pulled up his pants. He remembered that second time when he’d practically taken her without her permission. He’d been rough, thinking only of his needs. His stomach knotted, he thought he might be sick.

He didn’t know where to look, what to do. “Do you still… does it still…”

She clasped a hand around his wrist, shackling him in place. “No.”

He looked down at their hands his so much bigger than hers and swallowed back the bile. He knew what damage big hands could do. “That second time—”

“I was sore at first and then, well, it was really good.” She smiled. “I forgot all about the pain.”