Rush of Innocence (Rush Series #1) by LR Potter

bluish glow of the fish tank. She saw Rush
standing, leaning against the windowsill, staring out into the clear, starry
night. He was dressed only in a pair of cotton shorts. Her eyes raked over his
well-chiseled body. How did she ever attract such a man as this?
    As it
had been in the car, his expression was pensive. She wondered what weighed on
his mind so much to cause him so much pain. She was amazed again at the extreme
difference between the cold man at the window and the man who’d been scorching
hot in both the tub and then later in the bed. Her body ached in places she
hadn’t even known she possessed.
    Not
able to bear his desolation any longer, she rose from the bed silently and
stepped up behind him, wrapping her naked form against his back. He stiffened
momentarily before turning to tug her around to wrap her in his arms, close to
his chest. He leaned his head against hers and kissed her head softly. He
stroked his hands up and down her back, striving to impart some warmth.
    “You’re
cold,” he said quietly.
    Placing
a kiss against his muscular chest, she whispered, “Come warm me up.”
    She
felt him grin against her hair. “What have I created?”
    “Insatiable
lust,” she murmured as she ran the tip of tongue against his salty skin.
    He
stared down into her face as he smoothed her hair. “Insatiable, huh?” he
murmured.
    “Yep,”
she replied.
    His
smile faded. “I… I didn’t expect it to be like this,” he said almost to himself
as he traced the bones of her face with his fingertip.
    “Me
either,” she whispered.
    “I
don’t know what to do,” he murmured almost desperately.
    She
gave a small shake of her head. “I don’t understand.”
    Cupping
her face within his palms, he pressed his lips against hers softly, and walked
her slowly backward to the bed. He followed her down, catching his weight on
his elbow. “Insatiable,” he grinned again. “Be gentle with me,” he quipped as
he intertwined their fingers and lifted her hands up above her head as he
lowered his lips once again to hers.

 
    Trinity
spent the entirety of her trip with Rush. He took her sightseeing during the
day and made slow, luscious love to her every night. He worshiped her body with
his own. And for the most part, it was the perfect beginning to a beautiful
romance. But sometimes she’d catch him staring off, lost in whatever
demon-filled world his mind went to. His demons scared her.
    He’d
insisted on driving her to the airport. She’d tried to veto this decision, but
Rush Drayton wasn’t a man easily dissuaded. He held her hand as he drove. She
lightly traced the veins in his strong hand. She would miss being with him like
this – it was like they were in their own little bubble. She raised their
joined hands to press a soft kiss to his.
    “I
have some business to take care of in Vail, but I’d like to see you when I
return to Savannah at the end of next week,” he said.
    “I’d
like that,” she murmured. She tried to push away the thought of how her father
would feel about that.
    His
lips twitched. “You won’t try to be insatiable with anyone else, will you?”
    “It’ll
be a struggle, but I’ll try to keep it reined in,” she teased.
    His
responding smile devastated her by its sheer beauty… as did its fade into the
now-familiar somberness. She stared out the window at the passing scenery for
several long minutes before plucking up the courage to ask once again, “Rush,
what’s wrong?”
    He
gave her a soft smile and pressed a kiss to her hand. “Nothing.”
    She
stared at his handsome face for a long time and wondered why he would lie to
her.

 
    He
walked her as close to her gate as security would allow and stood with her
until the last possible moment. He pulled her into his arms and held her close
with his head resting against hers for such a long time.
    “I
wish it could always be like this,” he murmured against her hair.
    “Why
can’t it be?” she asked, her heart