Page 29 of Wicked Rush

“I need you inside me,” she heard herself beg. As her pleading eyes caught the rejection in his, her stomach dropped.

“Not now, sweetheart. Not like this.”

“What?” she asked with a confused sigh. Although she’d come, another orgasm lingered as he withdrew his fingers. “Please. Lars.”

“Not like this,” Lars repeated. He pressed his closed lips to hers and pulled away.

She startled as both his hands went to her waist, lifting her clear out of the water onto the ledge. With her legs spread open to him, she shivered as his fingertips trailed down through her crease to her inner thighs.

“You’re going to learn that you can trust me. But Dr. Rollins, there will be no secrets between us when I fuck you.” Lars backed away into the water, his hands falling to his sides. “And be assured, that beautiful pussy of yours is going to be mine.”

“Lars,” she said breathlessly, watching him swim across the pool to the stairs.

“No secrets,” he said, climbing the steps.

Braelynn’s heart pounded in her chest as he rose from the water, his firm buttocks coming into view. Holy hell. Breathe, Braelynn, breathe. She’d expected him to turn, to reveal himself to her but instead he reached for a towel, quickly wrapping it around his waist. Rendered paralyzed by his touch, his words, she sat still, waiting for him to come to her.

“Your clothes. I’ll leave them in the guest bedroom. It’s on the left. Change,” he told her with a devious smile. “I’ll be down in a few minutes and I’ll drop you off at your car.”

“How can you just leave?” Shock rolled through Braelynn as she realized he wasn’t returning. “Why?”

“One way or another, you’re going to tell me the truth. And until then, you’ll have to wait.” He gave a wink, turned and walked toward the house.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Frustration speared through her. Fucking asshole teased her on purpose. He’d made her come, leaving her desperate for more. She tightened her legs, the ache between them still lingering.

“No secrets,” he yelled, continuing through the glass doors. “Get dressed.”