Page 139 of Rush

My heart swells at the words, at the meaning beneath them. He came for me.

For the right person, he’d move mountains.Philippa’s words come to mind.

I cross the room, grabbing his rumpled collar, and pull him hard into a kiss. His mouth opens beneath mine, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he drags me closer, his hands sliding up to fist in my hair.

“You came,” I breathe against his mouth in utter disbelief.

Broderick’s grin turns wicked. “Give me a few minutes, sweetheart, and we’ll both be saying that.”

He peppers needy kisses all over my face and neck. His stubble tickles as it brushes my skin, making me giggle. Broderick’s mouth meets mine, and we dissolve into another kiss—deeper this time, more desperate. I needed this. Neededhim.

He groans softly when I cup the bulge over his pants, gripping my waist guiding me backward until I hit the vanity. The countertop bites cold against my skin, but his body, solid and warm, melts away everything else. His mouth trails slow, teasing kisses down my neck, gentle enough to make me tremble.

“Miss me?” he murmurs, his breath hot on my throat.

“Maybe,” I tease, breath catching. My voice cracks with need, betraying me completely. “Shut up and fuck me.”

He chuckles, rough and low, lips grazing my ear as he whispers, “Only if you ask nicely.”

“Please,” I whisper, surrendering without shame.

He kisses me deeply, his hands roaming possessively over my curves, pulling me flush against him until every hard line of his body presses into mine. My hips shift instinctively, chasing friction, aching for more.

His fingers slip between my thighs, tugging down my stockings with maddening precision. Then they start the climb—tracing upward, dragging over sensitive skin, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake. Goosebumps rise as he inches closer to my center, teasing me mercilessly.

“Careful, your fans might hear you scream.”

I tilt my chin defiantly, meeting his eyes, daring him with every bit of stubborn pride I possess. “Hope they enjoy my encore performance.”

His eyes flare, desire turning them molten. Without another word, he spins me around so I’m facing us in the mirror.Broderick lifts my skirt and rolls my tights down even lower, runs his hand up my ass and slaps—hard.

I grunt, the sting feels incredible. Then he pushes a finger inside me in one steady, consuming motion, deep and possessive, stealing my breath—then another, as he thrusts in an out, rubbing my slick over me each time he pulls out. My fingers clutch at the edge of the vanity, knuckles white, pulse pounding desperately at the sudden, overwhelming feeling.

“Watch yourself come for me, baby,” he whispers against my ear. His eyes are wicked as his fingers move relentlessly. I stare at myself, moaning and whimpering, not recognizing the woman who looks back at me, wide blue eyes, completely unravelling, relinquishing all control to him.

Broderick applies more pressure, I bite my lip, muffling my cries as the feeling starts to rise, heat creeping up my thighs as the orgasm reaches its crescendo.

“Give it to me El.” At his command I let go, freefalling into ecstasy, screaming his name, watching myself come apart. It’s too much—my eyes fly shut, his wicked grin is the last thing I see.

My arousal coats my thighs.

Before I can catch my breath, Broderick’s cock presses against my entrance.

“Feels like you’re good and ready to take this now.”

He doesn’t hesitate, burying himself inside me in one hard, breathtaking thrust. My cheek slams into the cold mirror.

“Ah,” I cry, feeling the stretch of him, moving slowly at first, controlled and torturous, driving me to the brink.

“Fuck, you’re gushing all over me,” he growls, voice shredded by lust. Every thrust hits deeper, harder—each one a brutal stroke that knocks the breath from my lungs.

“That’s it El, make a fucking mess—just how I like it.”

The wet slap of our bodies echo, obscene and relentless—each ruthless move wrings more slick from me, my release splashing, smearing, dripping down our skin as he cracks me open.

“Broderick—”

His hand finds mine, gripping tight, anchoring us together. His mouth grazes my shoulder, voice raw, fraying at the edges. He grabs the nape of my neck angling me toward the mirror.