Page 47 of Wicked Rush

“Hey, yourself.” She met his gaze, her voice leaving a trace of sadness she knew he’d detect.

“I know you’re worried about…hell, there’s a lot to worry about. What’s happened, what’s to be done, but Brae,” Lars raised his glass into the air, “none of tomorrow’s problems will be solved tonight. So let’s focus on this moment. I want all of you.”

“You have all of me,” she stated without hesitation.

“How far do you want to go?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She laughed, noting the lights of a boat anchored in the distance. Her eyes darted down into her cocktail, the golden effervescent mist teasing her lips. Sex. Limits. There was something about Lars; she couldn’t say no, didn’t want to deny herself the adventure of indulging in the forbidden.

His fingers brushed over her thigh, reaching for her hand. She went quiet, her skin burning with passion as he held it in his. The sensual gesture was that of a lover; his forefinger brushed the inside of her palm, sending tendrils of electricity through her body. A streaming firework shot high into the sky, a boom echoing over the ocean. Her gaze followed his to an enormous arch of red twinkling sparkles that lit up the heavens.

Ignoring the spectacular display, she closed her eyes, blocking everything but his touch. More intimate than a kiss, the caress of his calloused fingertips to her palm melted her heart. The energy intensified, her chest rising with every deep breath she took. Arousal flooded between her legs, and her hard tips painfully strained against the fabric.

The warmth of his lips grazed over her cheek. Blind to the night, she gingerly set her glass on the ground. Engrossed in Lars’ presence, all her senses went on alert, and she took no notice as it spilled onto the grass. Her mouth parted, in anticipation of the kiss she couldn’t see.

“Lars,” she breathed, her voice drowned out by the cracking explosions. She swore she heard her name in return as his lips met hers.

“Brae.” His kiss brushed her lower lip. “I’m going to make love to you right here.”

“I…” Braelynn knew what he was asking. Like the couple in the tent, she’d be exposed. Nearby party guests could see them, watch them, hear them as they made love. Her pulse sped, the fantasy sending a spike of desire to her pussy.

She blinked, finding his eyes locked on hers. His penetrating gaze reached inside her soul, and her stomach twisted as she nervously waited for him to make a move.

“Are you ready for the rush?”

She gave a nod. “Yes.”

“Yes,” he repeated.

Braelynn gasped as his mouth crushed onto hers, and he shoved her onto her back, pinning her arms above her head. She shivered in relief as the pressure of his hard cock rocked up between her spread legs. Their lips frantically sucking and kissing, they melded into each other.

As he wrapped his hands around her wrists, she groaned in protest as his lips briefly left hers and moved to her neck. He shoved up her skirt, exposing her, and she sucked a breath. With one hand he tugged at the sides of her panties, dragging the fabric down her hips. She grunted as his fingers slipped through her slick folds, a thick finger entering her tight core.

“Lars…” The heat of her body sizzled against the cool air.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Please.” Braelynn arched her back as he plunged inside her. So close to coming, she lifted her hips, meeting his penetration.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, his gaze locked on hers. “This, you, me. This is being alive.”

“Lars, yes.” Braelynn struggled to maintain friction to her clit, the heel of his hand applying pressure. Shivering, teetering on the precipice, she begged. “Please, I need you…this.”

“Everyone can see you, Brae. Is this want you want?” His devious smile was amplified by the fire in his eyes.

Braelynn’s eyes darted briefly to Seth who sat nearby on his blanket watching. It’s wrong. Dirty. No. Yet, as his heated gaze lingered, her arousal flourished. Braelynn gasped as Lars peeled her cami upward, exposing her breasts. Seth never lost focus, and she moaned as Lars sucked a pink nipple into his mouth. Unable to reconcile her feelings, she closed her eyes, submitting to her dark desires.

“Ah,” she cried out loud as he teased the sensitive strip inside her pussy. With her orgasm shattering around her, she clutched his shoulders. Her eyes flew open to Lars, who gazed at her, his devilish tongue circling her aching pink tip.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Look at you. You’re amazing. I know it. Seth knows it.”

“Lars, I can’t,” she panted, unsure what she was saying. An enormous spray of purple fireworks fired into the sky. Embracing the surreal experience, she went silent, her heart pounding a rhythm as Lars tore her shirt over her head.

“Tonight is about you,” he told her, his lips pressed between the hollow of her breasts.

“I want your cock now,” Braelynn demanded. She could hardly believe the words she spoke, but she meant it. She’d never craved a man the way she had Lars. All the while, she knew he’d push further, harder, until she shed the conservative skin she’d worn for so many years.

“Do you now?” He gave a sexy low chuckle.