Page 93 of Rush (White Lace 1)


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“Don’t worry, no one will follow.”

I nodded and went with him down the familiar staircase, past another bathroom and the accomplishment room, to a theater room. A huge television sat along the back wall and four leather recliners were positioned in a semi-circle around it.

“Why have we not spent any time in this room?”

It was awesome. And I couldn’t think of a better place to watch movies with Max.

“We’re here now.” He pulled me to a stop and pressed his pelvis into me. His hands came up and cupped my cheeks before he pressed his lips against mine. The room was suddenly hot. Sweltering with the heat that burst between us. The heat that ignited every time he touched me.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he mumbled against my lips.

I snorted. Couldn’t help it. The idea was just completely ridiculous. “There’s a room full of double D’s and mini-skirts up there and you think I’m sexy?”

“You think it’s a lie?” He stepped back, his hands gripping my biceps, holding me steady. His expression was so serious. “Do you think it’s a line?”

I gaped at him. He was offended.

“I don’t need to use lines with you, Evs. It’s the truth.”

“Max.” I hung my head. I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye when I felt so inferior. A feeling I just wasn’t used to. “I’m nothing like those girls up there.”

“You’re right, you’re not.” His finger tapped under my chin and he lifted my head, his dark eyes meeting mine. “You’re the only woman in the room who makes me hard with just eye contact.?

? His finger slid along my jawbone then he wrapped a few strands of hair behind my ear. “You’re the only woman who gets my heart racing with the smallest glimpse of skin.” He smiled. “Like when your T-shirt rides up and I see that tiny slit of belly.” His other hand traced a line across my abdomen. “You’re the plainest Jane I’ve ever met…” He leaned in, his mouth pressing against my ear. “…and it’s sexy as fuck.”

I let out a heavy breath as my head fell back. My nipples hardened with his words, with every hot breath that caressed my skin.

“All I can think about every time we’re together is, how long before I can take your clothes off?”

He pushed me to a shelving unit the same height as my waist. His hands roamed over my body, urgently, just like his kisses and breathing. He’d never been so intense. So primal. And I fucking loved it.

He didn’t waste any time, and I didn’t ask any questions when his hand slid between my legs.

Chapter 27

Max

I didn’t even have the words to express how much Everly turned me on. The fact that she didn’t believe me cut deep. I had spent all this time trying to tell her, trying to make her realize that she was more than just textbooks and exams.

Something about the way she attacked me coming out of that bathroom had me revved up. I didn’t know where she’d gotten the burst of sexual energy. I had a feeling it had something to do with being locked up in the bathroom with Tara, but I shut it down.

She had let me position her in front of a shelf. More like drag her to a suitable fucking position. I wasn’t into dominance, but the fact that she let me manhandle her had my chest puffing out and my ego jacked up.

I pressed my hand to her back, my palm pressing against her spine as I pushed her down. She didn’t hesitate. She let me bend her body to a ninety-degree angle. No argument. No hesitation.

“Put your hands on the shelf.”

She did as she was told, knocking over a few of the items. The shelf housed my collection of DVDs from my childhood. Something about fucking her in front of Harry Potter was depraved and exciting at the same time.

I nudged her legs open with my foot, and she took over, placing them more than shoulder-width apart.

She was spread open for my admiration, for my claiming. And that’s exactly what I wanted to do. Claim her. I didn’t know if I’d be able to go through the rest of my life without her smile, without her unwavering belief in me and everything I wanted to do.

I grabbed her hips, probably a little harder than I should have, and pressed my erection into her ass. She wiggled, letting the beautiful cheeks of her bottom rub and caress my aching hard-on.

I wiggled under the fabric of her dress and gripped her thighs until I found bare skin. Securing her skirt above her ass, I admired the perfect, tight globes.

With my eyes transfixed, I pulled down the zipper of my jeans and released my cock from its prison. I just watched, letting my hand fist my length.

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