Too Far 01- Fallen Too Far

thing to do. Rush wasn’t and never would be anyone’s Prince Charming. I couldn’t ever let myself think he was the one who would love me and cherish me. He would never be that guy for me. But my heart had grown a little attached to him. It didn’t mean forever but for right now I wanted Rush to be my first. He wouldn’t be my last. He’d just be a stop along the path of life. A stop I might never forget or get over. That was what scared me the most. Not being able to move on.
    He reached up and brushing my hair from the side of my neck and then pressed a kiss to the curve of my shoulder. “Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you.”
    Rush would be my first. It just felt right. Inside I knew he was meant to be the guy that taught me about life. Even if he broke my heart eventually. I turned in his arms and slipped my hands around his neck.
    “I’ll forgive you on one condition,” I said, gazing up into his emotion-filled eyes that made me hope for so much more.
    “Okay,” he said cautiously.
    “I want to be with you tonight. No more flirting. No more waiting.”
    The worried expression was instantly gone and replaced with a hungry gleam.
    “Hell, yes,” he growled and pulled me against him.

Chapter Eighteen

    Rush didn’t start off easy. His mouth was forceful and demanding. I was glad. It was romantic. It was real. He was also wearing his tongue barbell. I hadn’t noticed it earlier but I felt it. The flick of his tongue was wicked with that thing involved. I liked tasting something I knew was unattainable.
    Both of his hands cupped my face. His kisses slowed and then he pulled back still holding my face in his hands. “Come with me upstairs. I want to show you my room,” he flashed me a naughty smile, “and my bed.”
    I nodded and Rush dropped his hands from my face. He slipped one of his hands into mine and threaded our fingers then squeezed. Without a word, he led me to the stairs pulling me gently up them in his hurry to get there. Once we got to the second floor, he pressed me up against the wall and kissed me fiercely, nipping at my lips and stroking my tongue. He jerked back and took a deep breath. “One more flight of stairs,” he said in a gravelly voice and pulled me toward the door at the end of the hallway. We passed my room and he paused. At first, I thought he might want to go in there instead but he didn’t stop until we reached the narrow door at the end of the hall. I’d wondered if that was the staircase leading to his room. He pulled out a key to unlock it, then opened the door and motioned for me to go ahead of him.
    The stairwell was hardwood like the other set but there were walls on either side as we climbed the steep steps.
    Once I reached the top step, I froze. The view was breathtaking. The moonlight highlighted the ocean giving the room the most fabulous backdrop imaginable.
    “This room is why I had mom buy this house. Even at ten years old I knew this room was special,” Rush whispered from behind me wrapping his arms around my waist.
    “It’s incredible,” I breathed in a hushed voice. I felt as if talking too loud would ruin the moment.
    “I called my dad that day and told him I’d found a house I wanted to live in. He wired my mother the money and she bought it. She loved the location so this is the house we spent our summers in. She has a house of her own in Atlanta but she prefers it here.”
    He was talking about himself. His family. He was trying. My heart melted a little more. I should stop him from edging his way any more into my heart. I didn’t want it to hurt when it was over and he walked away. But I wanted to know more about him.
    “I’d never want to leave,” I replied in all honesty.
    Rush kissed my ear softly. “Ah, but you’ve not seen my cabin in Vale or my flat in Manhattan.”
    No, I hadn’t and I never would. However, I could picture him in those places. I had watched enough television to know what they looked like. This winter I could see him by a roaring fire in an elaborate cabin in the mountains with snow covering the ground outside. Or relaxing in his flat overlooking Manhattan. Maybe from his windows he could see big Christmas tree they always put up every year.
    Rush turned me to the right until I was facing a king size bed. It was solid black. The bed itself and the quilt that covered it. Even the pillows were black. “And that’s my bed,” he said walking me toward it with his hands on