Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

“What? This isn’t fun?” I joked.

“I-I … why do you want this so badly? Why do you keep showing up? Why do you keep trying? This can’t lead to anything good for either of us.”

My hands were desperate to hold her. My fingers burned to touch her. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t know how to put in words how I reacted to her or why.

And I wanted to prove Eric wrong. I wanted him to know he had made a mistake not hiring Sierra. I wasn’t going to wreck or ruin her. He didn’t know what in the hell he was talking about.

I had run out of patience. I was tired of playing games.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against my body. She fit there in my arms as if she had always meant to be in my hold. Her eyes widened as my lips came crashing down on hers.

At first she wiggled, but as my mouth moved, her lips parted and I slipped my tongue between them, dancing and flicking my tongue over hers. The flowers I had given her fell to the floor in a scattered mess as her arms clasped the back of my neck. The sounds from her throat became moans and her lips kissed me hungrily.

Fuck, she was a good kisser. My hands slid down her back, over the firm curves of her ass, squeezing every inch of her as I explored her backside.

“Such … a … bad … idea,” she whispered.

I ignored her warnings and scooped her legs under my arms, carrying her to the bed.

“But I have so many good ideas,” I growled into her ear.

I felt her shiver in my arms as I laid her on the mattress, raking my eyes over her body. Her breasts bobbed lightly under her tank top and I could make out the pointed outline of her nipples. I lowered my mouth to the fabric covering her skin and kissed one side and then the other, taking my time to let my breath heat through to her skin.

“Ohh,” she moaned as I traced my fingers over her collarbone. “This is so bad.”

I grinned. I liked bad. I liked forbidden. She had summed up everything I wanted in four simple words. It was everything that turned me on.

The more out of reach she was, the more I wanted her. The more people told me it couldn’t happen, the more I wanted to show them it could. With every moan and whisper that came from her lips, I knew she felt exactly the same way.

10

Sierra

One slow kiss led to another. I was breathless and hungry for more as Pierce deposited me on the tiny bed. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but at the same time every sensation in my body told me this was more than real. It was the kind of thing that happened in fantasies. Men like Pierce weren’t the kind of men to take their time and kiss with devastating passion—yet he did. Men like Pierce weren’t supposed to notice the details—yet he did. Men like Pierce didn’t make sure their partner was as turned on as he was—yet he did. It all seemed like a surreal dream.

The rain beat against the window and it felt as if he and I were in our own secret world. One where the Olympics didn’t exist. One where it didn’t matter what teams we were on. One where a night together was the best idea I’d ever had. One where our secret was the fuel to our fire.

I looked into his eyes, hooded with lust and a craving for me that I’d never seen from another man. It made my core do a triple somersault as if something epic was about to happen.

His hands pushed forward until my tank top was over my bra. I lifted my arms for him to peel the rest of the fabric off my limbs.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

I didn’t want to shrink away. It was exhilarating how he reacted to my body. The same quick hands worked the clasp on my bra until it was unhooked and joined my shirt on the floor.

I gasped when his teeth caught one of my nipples with a forceful tug. Oh shit. I liked it. I was on fire from one move and then the next. It was an avalanche of fire as he pulled the top of my breast into his mouth with a powerful suck.

As I tumbled into the loss of control I heard the snap on my jeans followed by the sound of the zipper as Pierce’s nimble fingers unlatched the front of my pants. His hand dove between my legs, shoving my panties out of the way.

I clung to his shoulders as he began to pry my slick folds apart. I was like one long nerve of ecstasy running from my breasts to my core while Pierce licked and massaged me.

I obediently lifted my hips when he urged the jeans off my thighs. He pulled them to my ankles and tossed them across the room, turning back to me with the look of a lion getting ready to pounce.

I rose forward as he took my lips with a deep kiss. His tongue flicked and played all the while, his hands were shimming what last bit of underwear I had, off my body. I was completely naked, vulnerable, hot, wet, and ready for anything Pierce had in store.

He groaned, taking my face between his palms. “How is this going to work?”

My eyes widened. Surely he didn’t want an anatomy lesson. We were too far gone for that.