Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC 4)

This is the part where he’s supposed to tell me he loves me, but instead, he just starts kissing his way down the valley of my breasts, working his way lower.

I forget how to think when his mouth moves right where I want it. If I really am all he’s had, then he has taken exceptional notes.

“Has it just been me?” I blurt out. “Have you really only been with me?”

He goes still against me, shoulders tensing under my legs. Instead of responding, he slowly starts his ministrations again, and I stop letting my mouth run free as my mind tries to blank completely.

I feel his smile against me when I release a string of incoherent, nonsensical, random words. I may or may not be trying to ride his face right now.

He shoves me down to the bed with one hand on my middle, and even though I’m dizzy as hell, the orgasm that crashes through me is what gets blamed for me seeing double.

I’m not even sure what sounds I make, but it does no justice to the fireworks going off in all the fun places.

When I start giggling uncontrollably, Rush tears his mouth away, shoving my legs wider as he slides inside me.

His smiling mouth coming down on my neck, giving me no time to recover from all the sensations before he’s filling me with exactly what was missing.

I drag his lips to me, my giggles ceasing as I kiss like a savage.

He shoves my hands above my head, but instead of clamping them together, his fingers twine with mine. His hips move slower, drawing it out, as I dig my heels into his ass, attempting to force him to stop teasing me.

Our bodies are slick and he’s formed an easy glide against me by the time he finally puts me out of my misery and starts moving faster.

It’s as if he’s studied every single way a man’s body is supposed to move, or I’m really overthinking it and paying too much attention.

“You’re amazing,” I murmur against his lips, struggling to catch my breath.

His hips stagger, and he groans as he slides one of my legs higher, giving him a different, deeper angle. My head tips back, and I don’t even care what comes out of my mouth.

When he stills against me and presses his forehead to mine, both hands still holding mine.

“I want to do that again. So hurry up and recover,” I tell him, chasing his lips as he pulls back, a big smile on his face when lightning brightens the room.

I wince as he pulls back, just because I’m too damn sensitive, and I watch as he goes to scribble something on a piece of paper…

What the—

He flips a knife into the air, end over end, and catches it as he swings open the door. My eyebrows go up when he stabs the note into the door, using said knife…

“It’s a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, since we’re planning to be up a bit,” he says as he shuts and locks the door before coming back to me.

A smile is on my lips before his ever reach mine, and he drags me to him as he kisses and holds me. I wrap around him as tight as I can, not feeling close enough.

I’d forgotten how good it feels to really surrender.

Chapter 31

KARA

I hate my head.

More specifically, I hate the part of my head that always punishes me after I’ve had too much to drink.

What the hell did that lunatic Barbie have in that bottle?

Memories creep in when I realize I’m very much naked, and the sheets are a tangled mess around me. Jackhammering to the upright position is…the worst mistake ever.

“Fuck my day,” I groan, and then whimper as I clutch my head.

I whimper again when the very vivid memory of me confessing my undying love to Rush flashes into my head. Fortunately, it looks like I have the room all to myself.

Dropping back is just as painful as sitting up was, but I pull a pillow over my head so I can muffle my scream. Hours. I spent hours getting orgasms and giving love confessions of all sorts of sappy varieties.

Just like I did when we were kids.

I’m such an idiot. Such. An. Idiot. I couldn’t just stop with the first one. No. I had to pile on and freaking gush about how incredible he is. And I asked him a lot of questions I had no right asking.

And fucking hell. I think Sarah set me up by telling me I was the one and only damn girl he’s been with. Which has to be utter bullshit, and I’m a gullible fool.

“Kill me. Kill me now,” I whine into the pillow.

Frustrated and completely mortified, I sit up, dropping the pillow reluctantly. I’d like to wear that pillow over my head for the rest of the day.