Page 21 of Unveiled

Chapter Eleven

The first time he said her name sent pulses of electricity firing through her overheated body. Rush was intense, to say the least. Impulsive, yeah. But then he seemed to swing the other way and backpedal just as fast. Even impulsive, he put thought into his actions, so maybe impulsive wasn’t accurate. He just thought through things at warp speed. Whereas Tatum analyzed everything to death.

Some might refer to him as kind of a bi-polar personality, but those same people would also call her methodical and anal. The most impulsive thing she’d ever done was run from her own wedding. That wasn’t true impulse, but rather instinct and survival.

This wasn’t merely impulsive, it was selfish. She gave little thought of her typical over analysis to long term implications; it was all about pleasure in the here and now.

Rush’s tongue assaulted her mouth, and she opened for the siege. No thought about consequences or what it meant for tomorrow or the next day. She was living in the moment and it felt amazing.

Not as incredible as his hard, hot body pressing against her naked one, slowly guiding her backwards. Her ass bumped the cool marble of the counter. Rush hoisted her up to sit. The juxtaposition of the temperatures was delicious. She stared, mesmerized, as he ripped the tee-shirt over his head. The movement of his muscles made her want to count his abs with her tongue, tasting every peak and valley. He looked even better than when he was dripping pool water. He caught her gaze and bounced his pecs. She giggled like a fool. Rush always made her laugh, even in the throes of passion.

Before he closed the distance again, she asked for what she wanted. She’d never done that before. . .ever. Tatum had always just let the man lead and never sought more than what he freely gave. Well fuck that. She was going to enjoy this. Maybe his rippling muscles produced some sort of airborne aphrodisiac. She rolled her eyes.

“I’m not one hundred percent on this, but I don’t think the woman you’re about to pleasure is supposed to roll her eyes when she sees your body.”

“Oh shit.” Tatum threw her hand over her face, embarrassed and a little sad he thought her reaction was to him physically. It wasn’t, not the way he thought, anyway.

“Hey.” Rush’s raspy but gentle voice spoke as his tender hands pulled hers down. “No shame here. You’re free to react however you want. Well, as long as you don’t laugh when I take my pants off, that is. That’s a game changer for sure.”

Tatum relaxed. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just. . .never mind.”

Again, Rush kept her hands from hiding her from his view. “Talk to me.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Even better. Spill.” Rush inquired, but seemed preoccupied with kissing every inch between her mouth and breasts.

“What have you learned about me over the last week?”

“That you make a joke of everything?”

He continued his maddening oral assault, sucking one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other.

“Yes, but not that, try again.” He kissed the valley between her now aching breasts before switching roles with his hands and mouth.

“Oh, God. Um, I don’t know, you’re really good with your mouth.” He stopped his erotic assault and pecked her cheek.

“Oh, Babes, you have no idea. Soon you will. But, um, no, try again.” Rush maintained eye contact with her while he knelt between her open thighs.

Oh, God. He was about to. . . “Ahhhhh.” Tatum screamed into the bathroom as his tongue swept up the length of her pussy and zeroed in on her clit. It was like he was the pussy whisperer. It took all of twenty seconds for her to start riding that edge of bliss. She would’ve come if his tongue hadn’t retreated.

“Still waiting?” He lazily kissed and nipped the inside of her thigh. What is he talking about? Oh right.

“That you’re relentless and you never give up.”

“Ding, ding, ding. Give the delicious lady a prize.” He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. A curse flew from her lips. “So, you might as well tell me now or I’ll never let it go.” He clamped his teeth to the crease of her thigh and stared up at her, waiting.

“Fine. I rolled my eyes because I was thinking that your muscles held some unholy power over me, emitting mind control goo or something.” She felt more than saw his grin. It was maddening. “I can’t believe I said anything, but now that I have, well, either get to work down there or I’m going to take you up on the offer of a vibrator and handle things myself.” She crossed her arms as best she could while balancing on the counter. She hoped her look was serious enough for him to continue because no vibrator could ever be better than what she had between her thighs.

His teeth bit down on her inner thigh before he released her sensitive skin. She’d have a mark in the morning, but she didn’t give a shit. “Bite your tongue. As long as you have me, Babes, you will not need battery powered assistance.”

Luckily, Rush dove back in right where she needed him. Within seconds, his name was echoing off the tiles in a higher pitch of her voice. She rode his tongue all the way to the finish line. Once her pleasure receded enough to think straight, she realized he’d stood and scooped her into his arms. As Rush strode to his bedroom, she wondered if he had any regrets about what happened. He didn’t give a single indication he had. That’s when she realized how conditioned she was.

Rush gently deposited her on the bed but kept his face just a few inches from hers. “Now that I’ve taken the edge off, are you sure this is still what you want? It will be a damn shame to do so, but I’ll walk out the door if you ask me to.”

Once again, she realized they were both damaged and vulnerable. She watched his face. While he tried to mask it, she could see a side of him that wasn’t present when the jokester was in charge. It made her heart melt. He not only wanted her consent, he needed to be wanted. And he liked vocal confirmation. It was like reassurance to him, and she understood that.

Tatum pushed her upper body forward, forcing him back enough to sit, then stood. Rush looked at her with puzzlement. When she extended her hand to him, he took it and rose. She snatched a pillow from the bed and dropped it at his feet. Realization skittered across his jade eyes. The masculine scent that was him seemed to get stronger. It surrounded her in a cocoon of expensive designer cologne and man as she collapsed to her knees and slowly removed his pants. He stepped from the legs and just stood there, still as a statue, staring down at her with intensity. Was he afraid to spook her? She heard his breath sawing in and out of his body as she took his dick in hand. “Tatum, you don’t have to—”

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