Page 16 of Rush of Insanity

She gave a sad smile, her gaze never leaving his. “Yeah.”

“I don’t have anyone else in my life like you.” His past hadn’t held a glimpse of crazy or intense. He was known for the sweet and demure women he dated. “Your energy is contagious—”

“Along with my bad habits?” She raised a brow. “I heard about your outburst against staff in a Seattle hotel.”

He cringed at the reminder of the last night he’d slept with someone other than Harper. That explosion was the exact reason he needed to remain reserved in the public eye. He wrote love songs. He wrote about emotions and women and affection. Acting like an asshole in public tore all credibility from his lyrics and sales plummeted, which resulted in irate calls from his label, not to mention his mother.It’s all about marketability, Judd.“You must’ve rubbed off on me. And I’m all the better for it.”

“I bet your assistant doesn’t agree. Or Tank. Or even your label.”

Yep. She’d nailed it. “They have no right to judge you. Or us, for that matter.”

She broke eye contact and nodded into the pillow.

“Why do you seem disappointed by my answer?”

She sucked in another one of those exhaustive breaths and then glanced over her shoulder to shoot him a full smile. A fake, flawless curve of her lips. “I’m not disappointed.”

Not disappointed, yet not telling the truth either. He could see it in her eyes.

She rolled onto her side, blowing his mind and hardening his cock with the exposure of her body. Her breasts were still as luscious, the patch of curls at the apex of her thighs trim, leading to the smooth skin beneath.

She inched closer and wrapped her hand around his neck. “You missed me.” She nipped his bottom lip, stealing every thought from his mind with the tiny pulse of pain. “Isn’t that sweet?”

Sweet?Fuck.He was already drowning in her seduction. She was a temptress. A witch. She dissolved all the gentlemanly pretense in his body and replaced it with need and addiction. “The things I want to do to you are far from sweet.”

“Mmm?” She nuzzled his nose and nipped at his lip again. “Prove it.”

“Gladly.” He palmed the back of her head and plastered his mouth against hers. Their tongues collided in a harsh dance while their hips rocked together in a slow tempo. His cock was pulsing with every brush of her skin, demanding more. Demanding everything. He could already feel pre-come beading at his slit, the precursor announcing his restraint was non-existent.

Her hair cascaded between their noses, a honeyed, allusive scent that he wanted to lick from her skin. And her taste.Fuck. Her flavor was sweet and tinged with lust while her tongue beat away his pride and made him pliable to her every whim. He didn’t know how or why she did it, but he was completely lost to her. He would never crave another the way he did with Harper.

“I’ve missed this.” She kissed him, all lips and tongue and teeth.

“Me, too.” He gripped her ass in his palm and squeezed the plump flesh. “You’re too damn perfect, princess.”

She nudged his shoulder with her hand, demanding he roll onto his back, then climbed on top of him with exquisite beauty that belied the evil temptress burning bright in her eyes.

She was one in a million. A gift. A fluke. He refused to believe this was everyday love. The world couldn’t function if it was. No man on earth would be able to hold a decipherable thought when they had a woman like this waiting in their bed.

God knew he couldn’t.

He’d been in a tumble dryer of bewilderment when they were last together. He didn’t pay attention to the outside world. He went through the motions—eating, drinking, sleeping—with one woman constantly on his mind.

The only thing that came naturally was his music. And the reason it was entirely effortless was because of Harper. When he sang, he sang for her. When he scribbled lyrics, he scribbled them about her. Even when he was on stage, he performed for her.

She was his restoration and his destruction.

He placed his hands on her waist and ran them down to her hips, relearning every curve. Her skin had always amazed him. So smooth, so soft. She rocked against him, teasing the length of his shaft with her moistened pussy as he traced his palms over her stomach to the mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were still the most alluring shade of deep ruby, tempting his tongue. He tweaked the peaks, eliciting a jerk from her hips and a gentle whimper from her mouth.

She held his gaze with confidence as he rubbed his thumbs back and forth over the side of her breasts, up to her neck and down her sternum.

“You’re awfully slow tonight,” she murmured.

“Just enjoying the process.” He slid his hands down to her hips and ground his pelvis into her. “You never know what you’ve got until it’s gone. But now that I have it back, I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of it.”

She smiled and rolled her pretty blue eyes. “You’re so sweet.”

“You want sweet?” He quirked a brow. “Like the truth of knowing I fell asleep with thoughts of you every single night since you’ve been gone?”

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