Page 9 of Rush of Insanity

She met his gaze, her chest rising and falling. “Judd…”

“Just one kiss.” He placed his mouth on her cheek, then the corner of her lips. “Just one.”

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the door, wordlessly succumbing.

Thiswas why he’d been blindsided by her walking away.Thisintoxicating, undeniable attraction wasn’t meant to be ignored.

They were meant to be together.

There was no one else. It was only her. Only him.

All that stood between them was the time it would take to convince Harper of the truth.

He slid his mouth over hers, and clamped his eyes shut at the burst of sensation far deeper than arousal. Her lips parted and instinctively their tongues began to dance. She was everywhere. She was everything. And he’d never get enough.

He pressed his body harder against hers, enjoying the feel of her breasts against his chest. Slowly, he worked his fingers again, stroking the inside of her pussy, pressing firm against her clit.

Her arms circled his neck and those beautiful hands were still in his hair. She clung to him, made him her savior, and he was more than ready for the role. He added another finger to her heat, stretching her. His reward was instantaneous, with the first shuddering spasms of her core.

She sucked in a breath, her pussy clamping down on his digits over and over again. He leaned back, watching her, taking in every part of the show. As crazy as she was, he was equally crazy for her. He didn’t need another timid and polite partner. He craved her angst and spite and venom.

Nobody made sex look this good. She was a temptress with her teeth digging into her bottom lip and the luscious strands of her hair tangled about her shoulders. The pulse of her hips slowed, and she sighed, long and weary.

She slumped against the door and lazily blinked as she stared straight ahead. There was no bliss in her features. Any glimpse of release vanished under her stony expression.

“Harper?”

Her lips began to tremble; her hands, too. “Are we done?”

He jerked back at her meek tone and struggled to come up with words to soothe the pain in her features.Fuck. Who was this woman, and what had she done with his strong, callous Harper? “Did I do something wrong?”

She stepped to the side, elbowing him out of the way. He was too stunned to stop her. Maybe he didn’t know her limits after all. Maybe he didn’t know much of anything, because at the moment he felt entirely clueless.

“I succumbed. That’s what you wanted, right?” She raised her chin and knocked him on his metaphorical ass with a sadness he’d never seen from her. “Now let me go home.”

Chapter Three

Harper blinkedthe betraying moisture from her eyes. To hell with that. To hell with him. It was shock, that’s all. She hadn’t expected to come face-to-face with him tonight, let alone have him delving into her underwear to pull out a mind-blowing orgasm.

A few deep breaths and she’d be fine.

“What’s going on, Harper?”

Tell him.Tell him you can’t do this again. Tell him you’re sick of playing the role of this feisty, psychotic woman. Tell him you can’t live with the pressure of being the partner at his side.Tell him.Tell him before you become addicted to the lust in his eyes all over again and it takes you too long to walk away.

“I. Want. To. Leave.” She pronounced the words succinctly. She’d been too fearful of rejection when they were last together, and those feelings hadn’t changed with time. She continuously had to bat above her average with Judd. He was a celebrity after all. And his popularity didn’t come close to how daunting it was to be with someone overflowing with his amount of talent. “How hard is that to understand?”

He took a step back, scrutinizing her, seeing things she didn’t have the strength for him to see.

“Now, Judd.” She ran a hand along her collarbone, making sure the chain around her neck was covered by her shirt.

“Fine. You want to get out of here, then let’s go.” He grabbed the crook of her arm with gentle fingers and yanked the door open. “After you.”

“No.” Of course he had to be shirtless and glistening with sweat when he took her prisoner. He couldn’t be dressed in sweats and a loose shirt that cradled a beer gut. Oh, no, he had to excel at being awesomely gorgeous. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Too bad.” He jerked his chin at Tank, who stood flanked by two security guards. “Get the tour bus ready. You, me, and the little princess are going for a drive.”

“No!” She yanked her arm from his grip and was automatically surrounded by a wall of muscle. All four men closed in on her as if she was a psych patient trying to escape.

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