Page 54 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
“The sex does? Or I do?”
If he’s worried I’m already falling for him, he should be. “You do. I want to be with you…and no one else. I’m a?—”
But I don’t get a chance to finish telling him about my total lack of experience before he cuts me off with a kiss. As I drown in the way he makes love to my mouth, he tears off my cami and tugs away his boxers, tossing both to the floor. Then somehow, he’s between my spread legs and the blunt head of his cock is butting impatiently against my slick folds.
He lifts his lips, panting hard as he studies my face. “This means a lot to me, too. You mean everything. I want you to know that. You’re worth whatever happens next.”
I’m not sure what he means by that, but it makes me gooey. It makes me sound important to him, like he would move mountains and destroy obstacles to be with me. “Rush…”
His hands map my body like he’s memorizing every curve, every reaction. “I’ve dreamed of touching you like this.” His mouth finds my neck, my collarbone. “I’ve watched you and imagined having you beneath me, around me, taking me so fucking deep.”
His words alone make me tremble, my heart lurch. “Show me everything you’ve imagined.”
“Are you sure? Once I have you, there’s no pretending this didn’t happen. No going back to the way things were.”
“I don’t want to go back. I want this. I want you.”
“What were you saying earlier?” He cups my face, looking as if the moments it takes to wait for my answer are so protracted they’re painful. “You’re…what?”
Honestly, with him on top of me, moments away from making me his, I don’t remember what I was going to say. And is there anything more important right now than him being inside me?
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
He groans and slides the head of his cock between my folds and settles at my opening. One good push and…
“I remember,” I pant.
But he’s speaking, too, through clenched teeth. “I need you so fucking bad, little girl. Take all of me.”
Then he covers my lips with his, grips my hips, and pushes forward with a fierce, insistent thrust, plowing deep into my body.
That one plunge lances my sensitive tissues with shock, pain, and awe. “Rush!”
“Oh, shit. You’re a virgin?” He looks stunned. “Is that what you were going to tell me?”
Numbly, I nod. “Are you mad?”
His face softens. “God, no. Why would I be? You chose me.”
I know he’s not perfect…but right now he seems to be. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”
And he has no idea I’ve felt that way since high school, when I first kissed him at the end of my disastrous prom date with Ridge.
“Good. After this, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine, and I won’t let go, Vanessa,” he grinds out before he lays his mouth over mine again.
His kiss is gentle. He prods me slowly, experimentally. He’s shaking. I feel the effort holding back costs him, and I love him all the more for it.
Beneath him, I spread my legs wider, bending my knees, lifting my hips—making myself more vulnerable. Offering more of myself to him. “It’s okay. I won’t break.”
Rush gnashes his teeth, trying to resist. “If I’d known, I would have?—”
“The only regret I have is that I waited this long to be with you.”
He breathes into me, tunneling deeper as he closes his eyes and stills, his breathing ragged. “I fucking regret that, too. Are you on the pill, little girl?”
Being with Rush is so overwhelming, I didn’t think of anything that practical. “No.”
And I know I should care very much…but right now I don’t.
