Page 18 of Rush of Insanity

Chapter Five

Everything inside Harperclenched as he thrust into her. He filled her, stretched her, and made every inch of her skin ripple with goosebumps.

She clung to him, gliding her nails along the skin of his back, increasing her grip with every lethargic undulation. His half-lidded gaze brought back memories. It reminded her of the pain of love and the heartache of leaving.

“Stop staring and kiss me.” The taunts poured from her. She didn’t have conscious thought of their arrival. They simply flew from her tongue. She circled his hips, grinding into each of his movements to add more friction to her pulsing clit.

“I like staring.” He leaned closer, the mingled brown and green of his irises blazing. “But I like kissing you even more.”

Her heart constricted as his lips brushed hers, lazy and deliberate. She sank everything she had into that kiss—her heart, her agony, her longing. She dug her nails into his back with one hand and wove the other into his hair, holding onto him for dear life.

Their tongues tangled, stoking her pleasure, inspiring a faster pace of her hips. Her core contracted with each thrust, clinging to the sensation, begging for just a little more. Her release was close, hovering on the edges of every movement.

Unable to breathe, she pulled her head away and gasped to fill her lungs. His hair brushed her cheek, the chin-length strands tickling her as his lips trailed a path from her neck to her shoulder.

“I don’t want to lose you again, Harper,” he murmured against her skin. “Don’t let me lose you.”

Too late. She was already lost—to passion, to pain, to panic.

“I’m close.” She ignored the hopelessness and tightened her legs around him, bucking her hips harder. “So close.”

He growled and wove his arms around her biceps to grip her shoulders from behind. His thrusts became harsh and delirious. She could stay like this for hours, walking the tightrope of ecstasy, if it meant not falling into the aftermath.

“Harder,” she panted, trying to push away the fear for tomorrow. “Faster.”

“Bossy,” he whispered into her ear.

She anticipated retaliation, instead she received blissful acquiescence. He increased his rhythm and gripped her thigh to plunge deeper. He kissed her everywhere—her jaw, her neck, her cheek, and eventually her mouth, sending her toppling, not only into an orgasm, but into unstoppable renewed love.

“Judd.” It was all the warning she could give.

“I know, princess.”

He increased his rhythm, holding her tighter as her pussy spasmed and reality blurred. She whimpered through the torturous pleasure knowing it would be short-lived. Knowing that as soon as the endorphins wore off, she’d be broken and scarred with a breathtaking man collapsed on top of her. And still she couldn’t stop grinding into him, closing her eyes to the guttural sound of his release and the intensity of his grip on her thigh.

“Mine,” he growled, over and over and over, making the word sink into her brain, making it tattoo her soul.

Yours.

She was. Entirely.

Her pussy constricted with the last pulses of orgasm, and she released her nails from his skin. His thrusts slowed, the decreasing rhythm warning of the solitude that was to come.

He panted into her neck, his hands still gripping her shoulders. “I wish you knew I loved you before today.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “We had a different way of communicating than most people.”

“We won’t anymore. I’ll tell you every day if I have to.”

She sighed, long, loud, and full of frustration. “I had sex with you, Judd. It doesn’t mean we’ve fallen back into old habits. You’re still leaving tomorrow.”

“You can come with me.”

Her chest clenched, squeezing every ounce of blood from her heart. “No.”

“I’ll win you over if it’s the last thing I do.” His lips moved against her collarbone. Pure laziness. Pure confidence.

“No.” She pushed at his pecs and met his gaze. “Just stop, okay?”

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