Page 23 of Forbidden Confessions, Volume 2 (The Forbidden Volumes #1)

Rush

L ife can’t get much better. Sure, there’s shit on the horizon.

I need to find out who the fuck broke into Vanessa’s place and why.

I also need to tell her father we’re together, no matter how much he might wish otherwise.

She and I should also have some conversation about whether she’s moving in with me or I’m moving in with her.

I’m fine with either, but she needs to choose.

I won’t let this woman out of my sight or allow her to slip through my fingers.

I curl my arm around her body, pressed soft and naked against me, her head resting on my shoulder. She’s thrown her thigh over mine and she’s tracing patterns on my chest. It’s only been a few minutes since I was inside her, but my interest—and my cock—are both rising fast.

Taking her hand in mine, I lift it to my lips and kiss her palm. “If you keep that up, you’re going to get fucked again.”

Vanessa turns her face up to me with a kittenish smile. “Promise?”

“Once, and you’re already a glutton?” I tease.

“When it’s that good, yes.”

“It was damn good.” I sigh. “But why didn’t you tell me it was your first time? I would have been a lot gentler.”

“I meant to…and then you distracted me.”

“So it’s my fault?” I raise a brow at her.

“At least a little. C’mon. You touched me, and my brain went to Jell-O.”

“What did you expect? You flashed me.”

She winces. “I didn’t mean to. I was so embarrassed.”

“Why? You looked beyond sexy. Besides, you couldn’t have been too embarrassed since you kissed me first.”

“Well, we were just standing there, staring at each other. I decided to do something about it.”

I grin. “If you hadn’t, I was going to—once I managed to stop ogling you. I liked whatever that was you were wearing.”

She presses a hand to her face with a grimace. “A cami. I didn’t realize it was so thin. I might as well have been naked.”

“Exactly.” Vanessa laughs at my response, and I love the sound of her happiness. Unfortunately, we have to get serious. Soon…but not yet. “And speaking of first kiss, ours wasn’t today.”

Horror spreads across her face. “You don’t remember.”

“But I do. I never forgot…little girl.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh, my gosh. That’s what you called me after I kissed you that night. I just remembered. You thought I was a stupid kid, didn’t you? Ugh, I’m embarrassed all over again.”

“Did I kiss you like I thought you were a kid?”

“No,” she says breathlessly, like she remembers me seizing her delicate nape in my hand, surging into her mouth hungrily, and not letting her up for air until she was flushed and dazed.

“Not at all,” I confirm. “After you walked up to me in your sparkly pink prom dress and laid a wet one on me, I thought about doing a lot of other things to you…all of which I would have gone to jail for.”

“Really? You thought that? I was sure you were completely annoyed with me.”

“I was annoyed for you. Ridge is the one who got trashed and spent all evening hitting on your friend. He was being an asshole and he deserved everything you dished out. I’ll be honest. Not much has changed.

Ransom, Rand, and I pile on him all the time, hoping he’ll freaking learn. But he’s still crazy.”

“Well, I didn’t appreciate his behavior, but going on a blind date to the prom was a bad idea. Kissing you in front of him was worse.”

“No. Ridge needed some payback, and if kissing me was the way to accomplish that…”

Vanessa bites her lip. “Actually, that isn’t why I kissed you.”

“It’s not?”

She shakes her head, then climbs on top of me to straddle my hips and lay her lips softly over mine.

“You did something to me the first time I saw you. You opened the car door and…I pretty much forgot Ridge existed. I’ve always wondered if he flirted with Anna to get back at me.

And when you opened the door after we got back, I just couldn’t stop myself. ”

I kiss Vanessa again. “I couldn’t help it, either. I wanted you even then. I still do.”

“But you never asked me out or…”

“How old were you that night? Seventeen?”

“Almost.” But not quite.

“I was twenty-three. And I knew if I put my hands on you, I’d stop caring about your age. Besides, I was only home for a couple of weeks, then I shipped back out. It wouldn’t have been right or fair to start something you weren’t ready for and then leave for months on end.”

“I get it. But I’m not a teenager anymore. We’ve been working together for seven months. I thought you just didn’t remember me.”

I’ve been wondering when she’d get around to this.

I’ll tell her that her father sent me to watch over her soon, but I won’t have her thinking I’m this close to her for any reason other than the fact I’m dying to be.

“And I didn’t think you remembered me. But since we’ve cleared that up, I’m impatient to give you everything you want. ”

As I kiss my way up her neck before taking her lips again, a rosy flush of arousal stains her cheeks. “You already are.”

“No. Everything .” I lean in and press my lips to her ear. “I know what you read. I know what you crave.”

She rears back, her blue eyes turning startled and wide. “How?”

To answer that, I have to tell her things I’ve put in the mental box marked later . She’s not ready to hear that I’ve cased her house many times in the middle of the night to ensure her safety and that I often perused her e-reader to satisfy my curiosity before settling in to watch her sleep.

But I don’t want to scare her, so I settle for a tamer version of the truth.

“I’ve been watching you, little girl. Learning everything about you.”

“You have?” She looks genuinely surprised.

“For longer than you know.”

Her jaw drops. Her cheeks flush. “That should scare me.”

It definitely should. “Does it?”

She shakes her head slowly. “It makes me feel…claimed.”

“Good. Because you are. I’m going to show you.”

I reach along the side of the bed until I find my pants. With a deep rumble of laughter, I grip the buckle and pull my belt free. Before Vanessa can even guess my intent, I capture her wrists in my grip, wrap the leather around them, then secure her to her headboard.

Her eyes widen even more. Yeah, she could probably wriggle free, but the way her eyes dilate, her lips part, and her nipples harden tells me she’s aroused. Even better, her torso is now stretched above me, her gorgeous tits in my face.

“What do you think, little girl? Want to protest?” I taunt as I lick her nipples, biting at one, then the other, loving the catch in her breath.

“No.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Good,” I whisper before I take her nipple in my mouth. “I wasn’t going to.”

Vanessa groans and wriggles on me. She’s fucking wet, and I can’t resist.

I slide my way up her body and align my cock against her pussy. Then I shove into her body as I push my way into her mouth.

In this position, she’s helpless to do anything except take whatever I give her.

I’m conscious of a few things. First, she’s still so tight and she must be tender, so I’m insistent but not rough.

Second, I’m still not wearing a condom. I have one in my pocket.

But you know what? I don’t want it. Am I unconsciously hoping she’ll get pregnant so her father has less incentive to kill me?

Maybe. But I also love the idea of starting a family with Vanessa.

Everything is moving fast, but I’ve known how I feel for a while.

Sounds like she has, too. Third, this is really turning her on.

And anything that flips her switch arouses the fuck out of me. I don’t see a downside here.

I grip her hips and rock in and out of her, every move tugging on her wrists, bouncing her breasts as she twists above me. Her eyes slide shut. Her lips part. She melts for me.

I want to stay here—just like this—for the rest of my life.

Under her, I thrust up, a slow, steady rhythm that soon has her panting.

I take a bobbing breast in my mouth and suck, swirling my tongue around her.

Vanessa is every bit as sweet as she was the first time I made love to her.

But she’s hardly passive. Her hips rock and swivel as she rises on her knees, then falls back onto my cock in long, increasingly frantic strokes.

Her hair falls around us like a cloud. As the sun begins to slant in, it lights her up. She looks like an angel…but she feels like a goddess. She’s perfect. And when the fire brewing in my balls swells and gathers, I know I can’t last.

I’ve got to fix that—fast.

“Stop,” I command, gripping her hips to stay her.

“Rush…” she whimpers.

“Do it, little girl.”

Reluctantly, she stills.

“Good. Now stand on your knees and rock your hips forward.”

She’s breathing hard and looks like she’s in pain, but she complies again. She really is a submissive little thing in the bedroom, and I’m going to have a shitload of fun with that later. But now, I have something beyond exciting to focus on.

Her pussy inches from my face.

With a hungry growl, I clasp her pert ass in my hands, then drag her up until her knees part around my ears.

I swipe my tongue over her slick folds, then dip between them, where she’s syrup-warm and all her secrets shimmer.

She tastes like spun sugar with a hint of tart.

Fuck, I can’t get enough of pure musky female honey on my tongue, but I sure as hell try, sucking her clit, lapping and lashing and loving it, like the animal she makes me.

“Rush!”

The way she cries my name, I know that’s not a plea to stop. So I keep assailing her most sensitive, tender flesh until she’s gasping, her back is arching, her thighs are trembling.

Perfect.

With one hand, I stroke my cock. With the other, I push her back down to it, angling it just right. “Bend your knees. Take me again.”

Immediately she pushes down—and gets a pussy full of me. In return, she rewards me with another pink-cheeked whimper.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. And she’s about to come. I know it in the way she moves. I feel it in the way she tightens on me. I’m sure of it when she looks at me with heavy-lidded alarm, like the sensations are more than she knows how to handle.

“Vanessa,” I grit out her name as desire undoes me. “Give it to me. Now.”

Because need has clawed past my restraint, and I can’t hold back anymore.

As she tosses her head back, arms tugging at my belt, she screams out in pleasure. I shuttle her up and down my cock as the lid blows off my restraint and I let go inside her, shoving myself as deep as I can.

And holy shit, this orgasm takes my breath, makes me dizzy. I fucking see stars. I feel my own heart pounding relentlessly for her—all to the soundtrack of her screaming my name.

Oh, damn. Never mind moving in together. I mean, we will. Like today. But I’m putting a ring on her finger the minute I find the right one. If she loves me and I’m both marrying her and giving her babies, her old man can’t off me.

Right?

“Oh, my gosh. Rush…” Vanessa wilts, but the belt securing her wrists doesn’t have enough give to allow her body to rest on mine.

With desperate fingers, I unbuckle it. She comes tumbling down onto me, eyes wide and thankful, kissing me as she presses her bare breasts to my damp chest and closes her eyes with a sigh.

We both want the comfort of closeness, so I roll her to her back and follow her over, pushing myself as far into her as I can while I nuzzle her neck.

My life will never again be complete without her.

“I love you, Vanessa.” And those are some scary-as-fuck words. I’ve never said them to any woman except my mother.

When I lift my head, she blinks at me. Tears well in her eyes. “I love you, too.”

Oh, thank fuck. I’m not the only one whose heart is totally snared. “Good. We’re going to do something about that.”

She frowns. “Isn’t that what we just did?”

“Besides sex. I’ll move in here if you want, but after what happened yesterday, I’m thinking it’s safer if you move in with me.”

Vanessa looks stunned. “Move in? Really?”

Why is that such a surprise? “Really. Do you want to keep living apart when we could be together all the time?”

It only takes her a few seconds to decide. “No. But Kitty Pie?—”

“She makes you happy. Bring her.”

She smiles brightly. “All right. I will. I just hope you don’t have leather furniture.”

I do, but I’m not attached to it the way I am to Vanessa. “We’ll figure it out. Let’s get cleaned up, grab some breakfast, then get you packed.”

“T-today? You want me to move in, like, in the next few hours?”

“Why wait?”

Vanessa pauses, then nods. “You’re right.”

“I’ll start the shower.”

“I need to make a phone call, then I’ll be right there.”

Reluctantly, I pull away from her body, leaving the sanctuary of her sweet, cozy pussy. Then I drop a kiss on her lips and pad off to her ancient shower. That’s another reason to move into my place. The bathroom is way bigger.

A minute later, I step under the warm spray and start lathering my hair.

And my brain starts working again. Who the hell would she need to call this early on a Saturday morning?

Sure, she has friends at the hotel, but not close ones.

She also doesn’t have any siblings, cousins, or BFFs that I’ve heard about.

Her mom passed years ago, and since my mother always wanted daughters, she’ll love spoiling Vanessa.

So I can only think of one person she’d want to talk to after making the momentous decision to move in with a man.

Her father.

“Oh, fuck!” I rinse the shampoo from my hair as quickly as I can, then grab the towel I found in the cabinet just before climbing into this claustrophobia-inducing box and wrap it around my body. “Vanessa!”