One Night to Risk It All

“Liar. You are completely deadly. To my sanity. To my senses. I don’t even think I can breathe right when I look at you.”

His free hand roamed over her curves while he held her still. She arched and squirmed, trying to find satisfaction. Trying to find release. But he held her, held the power to bring her to orgasm or not. And he was definitely enjoying teasing her at the moment.

“Please, Alex.”

“Please what?” he asked, kissing her neck, the curve of her breast. He settled between her thighs, the denim rough on her skin. And she moved against him, desperate for satisfaction.

“Please let me...”

“Please let you...? Remember, you have to ask. Don’t hide from me, Rachel. Tell me what you want.”

“Please let me come,” she said, her cheeks getting hot with arousal, not embarrassment.

“Good things come to those who wait,” he said.

“I’ve been waiting. I’ve been waiting for two weeks.”

“So have I,” he said. “And I want to enjoy the experience.”

He moved away from her on the bed and tugged his shirt over his head. She watched the play of his muscles rippling beneath golden skin as he worked on his belt and shrugged his pants and underwear down his legs.

“I want you,” she said.

“I know.”

“I mean...get off the bed.”

“I don’t take orders.”

“You should take these. Now get off the bed.”

He obeyed, standing close, and she moved over to the edge, on her knees. “I want this.” She lowered her head, her heart hammering hard. And she realized she really did want this. She wanted to taste him. Not because it would pleasure him, but because she wanted it. Wanted him in her mouth. Her tongue flicking out to taste the head of his shaft.

Strong fingers gripped her hair, gently pulling her back. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know.” She met his eyes. “I want to, Alex.”

His hold on her loosened and she bent down again, taking him into her mouth. The sharp hiss of his breath, the tenseness in his whole body, sent a sharp pang of pleasure straight to her stomach.

She was so very aware that this was Alex. The past wasn’t with them. There was nothing shameful tied to what she was doing for him, because she wanted it. Because it wasn’t selfish taking and coercion on his end.

“Stop, Rachel.”

“Why?”

“We’re savoring, remember?”

“I know I am,” she said.

He growled and she found herself flat on her back. He had one arm wrapped around her, the other cupping her chin. “You push me to the edge of my control.”

His kiss was hard, demanding, his tongue sliding over hers, the slick friction sending a wave of lust through her body.