Page 70 of Rush

Then, he’s back on me, skin on skin, and it’s heavenly.

My hands roam his broad chest and back while he kisses my neck, nipping my jaw with his teeth, and then he covers my mouth with his.

His tongue slides against mine, hot and hard, fucking my mouth like I want him to fuck my body. It feels like a promise of what’s to come.

And, boy, do I really want to come.

I’m starting to writhe beneath him, needing more, wanting all of him.

His hand moves between us, fingers firmly sliding over the crotch of my jeans, pressing right where I need him. The relief of the pressure has me moaning out loud.

“You want me here, Ari?” he asks in a guttural voice.

“Yes.”

“Say it. Tell me exactly what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”

I meet his blazing stare. “I want you to make me come.”

“How?”

He’s going to make me say it. I’m not shy, but I’m also not used to vocalizing what I want. I usually just direct the guys or go with the flow.

But then I was drunk every time I ever had sex. Even when I lost my virginity, I was drunk.

This is the first time I’ll have sex sober. The enormity of it hits me like a freight train.

“It’s my first time,” I blurt out.

His hand stops moving, his face slackening with shock. “You’re a—”

“No! God, no! I mean…” God, this is mortifying. I cover my face with my hands. “This is the first time I’m having sex sober. All the other times, I was…” I trail off, not saying the words because he’ll know exactly what I mean.

“Ari.”

“Mmhmm?” I reply, not moving my hands from my face.

They’re moved for me and pinned to the bed on either side of my head.

“Look at me.”

I open one eye, peering up at him. His expression is hot and fierce.

“Both eyes.”

I sigh and open the other.

“We don’t have to do this yet, if you’re not ready. We can wait.”

“I don’t want to wait. I’m ready.” So ready. “But I just realized that I hadn’t ever…and what if I’m not very good at it…sober?”

“I don’t think that’s even remotely possible.”

“It’s possible to be bad at sex.”

“Not with me, it’s not.”

“Cocky bastard,” I utter.