Page 96 of Rush

A hot tongue runs up my center, making me gasp. My hands reach down, running through Ares’s silky hair. He moves up my body, pressing kisses as he goes, his hand pushing his jersey up my body. I lift my arms, and he pulls it off over my head.

“I like you in my jersey,” he says, voice low in the dark.

I smile. “I know.”

“But I like you better out of it.”

“I know that, too.”

His lips meet mine in a gentle kiss. I can feel his erection, hot against my thigh.

His hand comes up, covering my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple, making my hips jerk up.

“I want you,” I whisper.

His hips circle, cockhead rubbing over me. Then, he slowly pushes inside me.

I’ll never get used to the feeling. The euphoric sensation of him filling me so completely.

When he’s seated to the hilt, he stays there, unmoving, eyes staring down at me in the dark.

I can feel the fast beat of his heart thrumming through his chest into mine.

“Ari…” My name is like a whispered plea on his lips. “I…” A kiss. “I’m…crazy about you.”

“Back at ya, babe,” I tell him, sifting my fingers through his hair.

“And I…” A deep breath. “I think you should leave some things here, like a toothbrush.”

Huh?

Another kiss.

“A toothbrush?” I murmur.

“For when you stay over. And I’ll leave one at yours.”

“Okay…but are we actually talking about toothbrushes while your dick is inside me?”

He chuckles. “Sorry.”

He shifts his hips, withdrawing to the tip, and then pushes back inside, hitting me right in that sweet spot.

My legs come up around his hips, my eyes closing, while I revel in the feel of him inside me.

“Maybe a drawer, too,” he says.

I pop an eye open. “A drawer?”

“For your stuff, to keep it in,” he explains.

“Okay.”

“And I’ll have one at yours.”

“Okay…” I repeat, dragging out the word. Then, I squeeze his ass with my feet to urge him to start moving.

“Maybe a key, too. For here. And I can have one to your place. Or is that too soon?”