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instant. A fire like nothing in his lifetime flooded him and he held on, muffling his gasp
against her body as lightning stole his sanity for a heartbeat, tearing through him. Like
a piece of him had been missing his whole life, she filled him more than he filled her.
Gradually, the sensation of her fingers reawakened him to her within his embrace,
demanding yet gentle.
Perfect, he managed through a single growl as his body took over, sinking into
the pleasure that was Kay, thrusting into her heat like he wanted to crawl into her very
soul and stay there, safe and warm and loved.
Slender hips rose, and he sank deeper, lights exploding as air rushed from him.
Her pussy clenched down on his shaft and he shuddered. Oh, shit, Kay. He couldn t
help it. He was going to tear right down the middle with each stroke, bringing him
closer to the edge.
Yes, she cried, pressing her lips to his throat, licking and sucking between
bursts of gulped air. He tipped his chin, and she raked his throat with her teeth. His
wolf snapped his head up and howled within.
Rush exploded, pounding into her welcoming body like it was his home, taking
her with him when the ecstasy overpowered him. The universe as he knew it, vanished.
Chapter Twelve
Kay nuzzled the warm arm beneath her cheek. The sun was beginning to streak
the sky outside the window of Rush s room, making her blink as the gray brightened. It
would likely take a few more days for her vision to completely square itself. She really
needed to call Mr. Savrenson and let him know how she was doing. He d told her to
take all the time she needed, considering the attack she d suffered. Her work was
commission and cost, anyway. If she missed a week, it wouldn t kill her or his store.
Rush s easy breathing rustled the strands of her hair over her ear. He was
completely healed now. After watching over him for four days with Sheridan, watching
in awe as he healed from the wounds on his body, she knew it was time for her to get
back to her life. Their fun was over, if she could call what had happened to her having
fun. He didn t need her now, and she needed to go home before she allowed herself to
feel anything more for the man.
She liked him, and hadn t been able to stop herself from wanting him last night,
a clear sign to evacuate and quickly. Liking him was okay, sleeping with him was even
better, but at the same time? She couldn t do it. She didn t use men the way her mother
did. She had no idea what her mother was looking for or even needed when it came to
men. Kay knew to keep any sex separate from any feelings, friendly or otherwise, that
she may feel toward them.
The problem was she was scared. She felt too much for Rush already, a clear sign
to end this before it spiraled out of control. She could like him, and did, but she couldn t
love him. She refused to let her heart fall into the same patterns as her mother. Falling
in and out of love as often as the rise and fall of the sun. With a sneer of distaste, Kay
knew her mother went through men and boyfriends faster than Brittany Spears
appeared in gossip rags.
With the press of his chest to her back, she indulged in a few more minutes
before facing the inevitable. Her one luxury was to not hurry through this last morning.
She sighed softly, snuggled in his embrace. His hand splayed across her stomach
in sleep, holding her close, her back flush to his chest. He hadn t let her go all night,
keeping her pressed to his body like a warmer.
Carful to not wake him, she lifted a hand and ran it over her face. She d hardly
looked at herself while caring for Rush, but the pain was gone and except for soreness
around her eye, she was back to normal. Even the split in her lip had healed. She knew
the bruises were still there, but they d begun to discolor, breaking down to disappear.
Gliding up her side, his hand captured her fluttering one. Stop, he mumbled.
You re beautiful.
I look like a science experiment gone wrong, she replied.
It s already fading, baby. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He surged
forward, pressing his groin into her ass, molding them together like two peas in a pod.
The man was not lacking, she mused. She still ached with pleasurable memories. And
he was definitely a morning person. Kay grinned, tucking into his curved elbow to try
to hide her smile.
He sighed, dropping kisses to her shoulder. I need to call work, find out what
Sheridan told them and get my time straightened out.
I think she told him you had a family emergency.
Rush didn t reply, only nodding. She hates lying, he said quietly a few minutes
later.
Well, it was an emergency, and you are her family, she offered, trying to find a
way to validate his emergency.
He chuckled. You probably signed your own absence slips at school.
I ll never tell.
His laughter was deeper, richer, rocking her within his embrace.
I need to get back, too, she told him as the silence filled the room comfortably.
She rubbed against him again, loathe to really get up and leave, not after the night
they d shared.
She d been with Rush for almost a full week now. Not that anyone would miss
her if she wasn t at home, but she needed to get back to her life. Stacee was probably
tapping her toes right now, impatient to let her know how things were since last
Saturday, and with Rush s condition. Kay hadn t told her how he d been hurt, only that
he had been and she was staying with him because he d done the same for her.
When are you coming back?
Light as feathers, Rush s lips danced along her shoulder, his tongue flicking out
to hit her pulse every few seconds. She was pretty sure he d given her a hickey. She
tingled every time his lips or touch came close to it. She didn t mind. What was one
more bruise among the mess she already wore?
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