Page 17 of Rush of Insanity

She diverted her gaze to his chest.

“Or that I couldn’t answer questions from the crew of where you were for weeks because I couldn’t admit to myself that you weren’t coming back?”

“Don’t ruin this,” she whispered.

“I’m not trying to.” He was only being honest. Evidently, his feelings still weren’t a topic for discussion. “Why don’t you lean those gorgeous breasts toward me and reach into my top drawer for a condom?”

She did as requested with relief heavy in her features.

Fuck.He was flying blind. She wouldn’t talk, and he didn’t know why he suddenly felt the need to push for it. But he’d take her pleasure over her sorrow any day. There’d be time to demand answers after.

He arched his neck and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her gasp filled him with pride. Damn it, that emotion would be the death of him.

“Don’t stop,” she demanded, rustling in his drawer, knocking over things and scattering others.

Her sex rubbed faster along his length, back and forth until the friction alone was enough to have him clenching his ass to fight the need to come. He continued sucking, inching closer to the brink, slipping further under her spell.

He released her flesh with a pop and smiled at her responding whimper. “Condom.” He held out a hand.

She sat up straight, the heat of her sex still positioned over his shaft, and ripped the packet open with her teeth. “I think I can handle this part,” she drawled.

His cock jerked with anticipation as she leaned forward and gave him a chaste kiss. She descended, crawling down his body, until those delicious lips were poised in the kill zone.

“Would you like me to put this on for you?” She raised a brow, her taunting mouth curved at one side.

Fuck, yes.Fuck, yes.Fuck, yes. “I guess.”

She snapped her teeth and instinct made him flinch.Damn her.

“Viper,” he breathed, clenching the bed covers at his sides.

“I thought I was your princess,” she cooed.

She gripped the base of his shaft and placed the condom at the tip of his cock. He was shaking—his legs, his arms, his vision. He never thought he’d be back here. In heaven. About to be blown by an angel. His relief was palpable. He could’ve pulled buckets of it from the air between them.

With delicate fingers, she lowered the protection a mere inch, her confident gaze eating him up as she did it. She licked her lips and he had to close his eyes to fight the fantasy brought to life. Her chuckled breath heated his crotch mere seconds before the warmth of her mouth engulfed the head of his dick.

“Fuck.” He clenched his fists tighter, demanding self-control. He could see her in his mind, could envisage the way her sensuous mouth worked to push the condom down his length. She nudged further, over and over and over again until the tip of his shaft was poised at the back of her throat.

She pulled back, leaving him senseless and forsaken.

“Don’t stop.” He opened his eyes to find her smiling back at him.

“You know, I remember making the same demand not long ago.” She climbed up his body, bringing them chest to chest. “I didn’t get what I wanted. So neither do you.”

He growled and wrapped his arms around her. He dragged her down to the mattress and onto her back, caging her beneath him. “You’re such a witch.”

“Nope.” She shook her head. “I’m a princess.” She wove her legs around his waist and pulsed her hips in an endless taunt he couldn’t deny. “Now fuck me.”

“Jesus Christ.” He couldn’t deny her. He didn’t even want to pretend he could.

He tilted his hips and closed his eyes as the head of his shaft glided through her slick heat. He’d forged a successful career through his lyrics, but for once, twenty-six letters weren’t enough ammunition to form a worthy explanation of this moment. Nothing could describe what it felt like to be home. To be happy. To be entirely content with the prospect of one specific woman for the rest of his life.

“You’re mine.”

He was going to do his best to destroy her before he left Denver. Destroy her for any other man. And any other future.

“Mine, princess.”

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