Free Rush of Innocence (Rush Series #1) by LR Potter Page A

arch off the bed. He moved his lips back up the column of her neck
and plunged his tongue into her mouth as she moaned and writhed under his
expert touch.
    He
lifted his lips from hers and asked raggedly, “Are you on birth control?”
    She
stilled and gave a small shake of her head.
    “It’s
okay, I’ve got condoms here.”
    Rising
quickly, he stepped to a side-table, slid a drawer open, and withdrew a
packaged condom from a box. He moved back to the foot of the bed and began to
strip his clothes off in the bluish glow of the room. He raked her body with
his eyes as he snatched off his clothes. His body was magnificent. His shoulders
were broad and his chest and stomach muscles were finely chiseled and
well-defined. She couldn’t believe this gorgeous man wanted her . He placed the condom package
between his teeth and slowly tore it open. His eyes were nearly black with
desire and his stare promised her salvation from the intense yearning filling
her body. With practiced ease, he applied the condom and climbed over her,
settling between her thighs. Her heart began to pound. This was really
happening. She swallowed against the nerves which threatened to overtake her.
    He
caught her hands within his and raised them up above her head. As he positioned
his body against her, he leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly. “I hope
you’re as ready for me as I am for you,” he groaned. Her breathing was
laborious and her heart thudded almost painfully against her ribs.
    She
swallowed hard when she felt him pressed intimately against her. Even though it
felt as if fire were being forced through her veins, a small fission of fear
began to thread its way through her. She pulled her hands loose from his,
captured his face, and pushed it gently away from her own. Breathing heavy, she
whispered, “Rush, I’ve never been… done… this before.”
    His
body stilled and he stiffened immediately. Slowly, he opened his eyes to gaze
down at her with his jaw clenched. “You’re a virgin?” he asked incredulously.
    She
swallowed against the near accusation. “Yes.”
    His
chest was heaving as he struggled to rein in his lust. He swore softly.
    Not
liking the distance now between them, she withered and whimpered beneath him.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and tried to bridge the distance between
their bodies. “Please,” she begged. “I don’t want you to stop, I just wanted
you to know,” she explained.
    He
leaned his forehead against hers for a moment. Seeming to reach a decision, he
eased himself off of her. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.” He turned and sat once more
on the edge of the bed, his back to her, as he ran brutal hands through his
hair.
    Want,
need, frustration, longing, and unbelievable hurt flooded her. Embarrassment
came in as a close second to her other emotions. She sat up and drew her knees
up to help cover her nakedness. “I don’t understand,” she whispered.
    Taking
a deep breath as he panted to regain his equilibrium, he said, “I… I just can’t
do this. In a dead voice, he said, “Please get dressed and I’ll take you back.”
He rose as he spoke and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
    Shame
and embarrassment flooded her. She scrambled off the bed, and while keeping an
eye on the bathroom door, she snatched up Sundra’s dress and shoes. She searched frantically for her panties. Not finding them
right away, she turned a panicked eye to the bathroom door and decided to just
forget them. Struggling to hold back tears of mortification, she stumbled into
the doorframe and into the hall. She snatched her clutch purse off the side
table and with hands that trembled she pushed the elevator call button. She
scrambled into the dress and was tying it at her neck when the door pinged. She
fell through the doors as they opened. With frantic hands, she hit all the
elevator buttons, praying the doors would hurry and close. She leaned back
against the gold handrail just as she had