Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC 4)

Her legs spread a little wider all on their own.

At least some things remain the same.

Chapter 23

KARA

I told myself I wasn’t going to have sex with Rush now that I know he’s up to some diabolical scheme of some sort. Then he made me think he was crazy. Again. Now I don’t actually have a clue what state of mind he’s in.

I don’t particularly care, either, because my mind is mush. My hands keep slipping as my breaths fog and create condescension, and my forehead presses against the mirror as I actively work on swallowing my sounds.

I’m in a state of euphoric misery, if that is even possible. My entire body is on fire from teasing to chaste kisses he’s strategically peppered along my body. His hands deliberately slide so close to the unmarked boundaries, skirting the edges, and then leaving me bereft without crossing those lines.

For every ounce of unsated ache I’m agonizing through, there’s a steady build of desperate want I’ve lacked for a really long time. My vibrator handles things very quickly.

It’s not sweet torture with a fear of interruption that will have me screaming and possibly shooting someone for stealing this right now.

It’s like he’s intentionally kissing all my weak spots, and deliberately avoiding all my very desperate spots.

He’s pure evil.

I feel his smile against my hip, because I swear it’s like he can read my mind at every given moment. Well, sort of. I was thinking dinner and movie…maybe a few serious talks about how stupid it’d be to think we could be in an actual relationship, given our past and our present circumstances. Possibly some limited-boundaries sex for some stress relief…

I wasn’t expecting a genuine attempt at a date—romance via Rush.

I’d laugh at how ridiculous he’d sound to anyone living in the town I’ve called home, but—

I hiss out a breath of surprise when he spins me abruptly, and he pins my hands over my head as my back claps against the glass. His lips come down on mine so suddenly that it stuns me, and I don’t react at first.

The kiss is almost an attack, as though he’s angry he even started it, and he bites my lip just barely hard enough to sting as punishment when I don’t immediately kiss him back.

In the next instant, my eyes flutter shut, and I lean forward as much as I can, pressing skin to skin in a way that has him groaning against my lips. The kiss grows hungrier when I finally participate, and his hands slide down my back as he drags one of my legs over his hips with his free hand.

That hand travels up my outer thigh, roughly tugging me closer, while his other hand keeps my hands pinned at the crossed wrists.

He breaks the kiss, and my breaths come out in short, sharp pants as he starts kissing his way back down my neck, icing some of the intensity. I feel the bastard smiling when my leg works on its own to urge him on.

It physically hurts when I’m denied, and he casually begins teasing my weak spots down my front, slowly releasing my hands.

“Are you deliberately torturing me as a punishment, or do you just want to piss me off and ruin any shot you have of scoring on your cheap version of a date?” I ask, admittedly a little irritated when I feel him start grinning mid-rant.

“You used to enjoy delayed gratification,” he murmurs against my side.

My breath catches in my throat again when he drops to his knees, but I almost want to scream when he kisses his way down my thigh, instead of kissing his way up.

“I feel like you’re manipulating me into picking up where we left off, only with you being the one who’s wiser to all that’s really going on in Halo,” I murmur almost absently when he gently scrapes his teeth over the inside of my thigh, nipping playfully around another grin.

My entire body trembles, and I get really annoyed when I’m denied even his mouth where I want it.

“We’re too different for that,” he says. “They all should have seen this coming,” he adds, confusing me. “I shut down completely, biding my time, waiting on my opportunity, hanging on the fucking edge to find out if you were dead or alive. It was a motherfucking nightmare.”

I swallow thickly as my eyes open, and I stare down at him as he drops my leg from his shoulder. Slowly, he starts standing back up to his full, slightly intimidating height. He seems a lot taller in this small box.

“Then Eve came along, shook shit up, and made things a little interesting. Enough to pull me from the fog. Drex finally cracked, and I finally learned you’d called him. Not me—”

“He’s my brother, and—”

He spins me so fast that I don’t get my hands up to stop my face from hitting the glass. But his hand catches me at the throat in such a gentle way that it almost feels premediated, and my face stops inches from the mirror.