Pull You In (Rivers Brothers #3) - Jessica Gadziala Page 0,67

weight came fully down on me for a long couple of moments as Rush struggled to bring some order back into his body.

I hadn't been able to breathe anyway, so I didn't much mind the weight as my arms and legs wrapped him up, held him closer as my heartbeat slowly returned to normal, as my mind cleared of the after-effects of the orgasm.

Rush's head turned slightly, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck before planting his arms, taking his weight back, pushing up enough to look down on me.

"That was worth the wait," he told me, a satisfied little smirk toying at his lips. I couldn't fault him for it, either. He'd earned it. "I'll be right back," he added, sliding out of me, off of me, then the bed entirely, walking toward the door, then moving off into the hall.

Alone, with the lack of his body heat on me, a shiver coursed through me as goosebumps prickled up all over my skin, making me scramble up the bed, sliding under the blankets up to my shoulders.

"Don't hide," Rush said, walking back into the room, naked and completely unbothered by that fact, his head tipped to the side a bit.

"Not hiding," I insisted, shifting to the side so he could climb in with me, feeling a delicious ache in my inner thighs. "Just cold," I told him.

"Let's see what I can do about that," he offered, hooking an arm around me, yanking me up onto his chest, his warmth sending a shiver through me. "Better?" he asked when I settled, his warmth on my front, the heavy comforter on my back. It was pure heaven, truth be told.

"Perfect," I told him, because it was, because I didn't care if he knew I felt that way.

"Good," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "How's your head?" he asked, tone light, teasing, even. "Might have knocked it around more than I intended to," he added.

"Well, I owe the author of that book a debt of gratitude for the headboard idea. I'd probably have a concussion if not for her," I said back, teasing, happy. God, yes, happy. That was the warm sensation blooming across my chest. It had been so long since I felt it that I almost didn't recognize it when it showed back up. But there it was. Strong. Undeniable.

A chuckle moved through Rush and into me as his fingers started to absentmindedly touch me—one stroking up and down my spine, the other my arm. "I meant for that to be nice and sweet," he admitted. "It's not my fault you like my dick too much for that," he added, hand landing a weak slap to my ass.

I didn't like being teased. It had always been a triggering point for my anxiety. Especially with men.

But, somehow, I felt myself smiling at Rush's words.

Because he was safe. Because I knew he would never be cruel, would never use my fears or insecurities against me.

"I should get going," I said a few moments later, feeling a swirling sadness inside at the very idea of untangling myself from him, getting dressed, walking away.

"You're not going anywhere," he told me, arm going around my hips, imprisoning me.

"I have to work tomorrow," I reminded him.

"Fuck work."

"Fiona might not agree with that mindset."

"Fiona set all this in motion. She will have to deal with the consequences of me needing to take you to bed for a week straight until neither of us have any fluids or strength left."

A giggle moved through me at the absurdity of that statement, but it made that warm sensation feel even hotter.

"You have work too."

"Stop making valid points," he demanded, tugging my hair. "We're staying just like this tonight," he added, shrugging. "Maybe we both ended up with food poisoning from dinner," he suggested.

"I just got back from being sick," I reminded him.

"Fiona can't be mad at your terrible immune system," he declared, making another laugh escape me.

"She will know why I called out."

"So what. She'll be busy collecting her money from Mark. She won't be too pissed about it."

"You make some interesting points," I relented. "Not good ones," I added, getting a chuckle out of him, "but I'm too tired to rebut them."

"Good," he declared, giving me a squeeze. "You can use your brain tomorrow," he suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," I agreed.

Normally, the longer I lay there, the more the worries would set in, the to-do list that would keep racking up, but