The love between Rush and Bailey was so innocent and so pure…and more passionate then either knew how to handle.
Watching him slowly approach her, Rush tried to avoid him. She knew if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to refuse him.
When he looked to her, his stare confused and pained, Rush knew he didn’t understand what she was doing, or even why.
“The other night shouldn’t have happened, Bailey.”
His stare became serious. “Yes, it should have, Rush. It should’ve happened a long time ago.”
Still she avoided him, suddenly realising he wasn’t quite as drunk as she first thought.
“It can’t happen again,” she tried softly, her eyes avoiding his stare. “I’m not some whore you can casually have your way with. If we’re found…if it’s ever discovered what we’ve done…I’ll be sent away both from you, and the only home I have left.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Rush, or how you felt that night.”
Her eyes darted to his. “It was just sex, Bailey.”
“No, it wasn’t,” he said seriously. “I made love to you.”
He stopped in front of her then, his hand reaching forward and gently resting on the swell of her breast.
“W-What are you doing?” she asked weakly, her once strong defences quickly crumbling.
“Making love to you, Rush,” he answered, his tone also weak.
“If we are found…”
His other hand rested on her waist, pulling her to him, her body rubbing against his own. “Then we’re found,” his said, his lips trailing soft kisses down her neck.
“I’ll be sent away.”
He shook his head. “I won’t let that happen.”
Raising his head, his dark stare held hers. “I want you, honey. I need you.”