Worth the Risk (Worth It 2)

Without hesitation, he bent and gathered her in his arms, giving her lush bottom a pinch when she offered a halfhearted protest and begged him to put her down. He strode down the hall toward his bedroom, kicking the door open before he entered.

“Your wish is my command, my lady,” he said with all seriousness. “Whatever you shall desire, I promise to make come true.”

He sounded like a corny ass, but he meant every single damned word.

Chapter Four

His bedroom was large, the bed massive, not that she would expect anything less from Hunter Worth. He dropped her onto the bed, her butt bouncing on the mattress, and she scrambled backward, propping herself on the mound of pillows. She watched as he came down on all fours, crawling so he hovered above her.

Her entire body tingled from the way his hot gaze raked over her. The dress she wore had risen when she fell, stopping at mid-thigh, and he eyed her exposed legs with particular interest.

“I’ve waited for this—forever,” he confessed before he kissed her again.

And oh, the man could kiss. His lips and tongue could be declared lethal weapons, since they demolished multiple brain cells. She could feel them explode within her head with every stroke of his tongue, every assured, lingering press of his mouth.

Gracie couldn’t resist touching him, running her hands across his shoulders and chest, along his strong arms, down his broad back. He was so big, his body covered hers completely, and when she felt his hand slip between her legs and stroke her inner thigh, she gasped in anticipation.

He tore his mouth from hers to stare down at her, his hand moving higher. Higher still. His fingers brushed the front of her panties, feather-light, barely there. His gaze never left hers as he stroked.

Her entire body trembled and her legs were like jelly. She lay there, completely immobile, her breath leaving her lungs in irregular spurts. He teased, damn him, and a smile lit up his face as he continued to watch her.

“Spread your legs, Gracie,” he whispered, and she did as he asked automatically, spreading them as wide as she could within the confines of her dress. His touch grew firmer, a hard press against her sex and she shuddered.

“You want this as bad as I do, don’t you?” His voice lowered to a husky murmur and his eyes were hooded, his entire expression slumberous. He slipped his hand beneath her panties, his fingers brushing against her damp curls, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Tracing the seam of her sex with his index finger, he drew it back and forth, pressing harder with each pass until finally he parted her lower lips.

Dipping his finger into her wet sex, he searched her sensitive folds, his gaze heating when he slipped two fingers deep within her. She cried out, unable to hold back, and he smiled his encouragement.

“Close?” His murmured question was accompanied by a more firm touch. He drew circles upon her clitoris. Tighter and tighter they grew, and shimmers of pleasure shot through her. She’d never had a man watch her so closely, so carefully looking for her reaction, and she tossed her head back and closed her eyes, moaning when he quickened his pace even more.

“So—close,” she finally whispered, lifting up her head and opening her eyes so she could look at him.

Extremely close. She was about to come any second if he kept that pace up. He teased and taunted, his fingers working a sensual magic on her, and embarrassingly soon she was coming apart under his expert touch. Her entire body bowed, and she threw her head back against the pillows again as she cried out in ecstasy.

He dropped a quick kiss on her lips, then stood, shedding his clothes with a ruthless efficiency that was impressive. She watched him, her body still quivering, new surges of delight coursing through her at first sight of his bare chest, his legs, his…oh, my.

She widened her eyes and swallowed hard, drinking him in unabashedly. A naked Hunter Worth was quite the sight to behold. His arms were lean, defined muscles that radiated power, his broad chest lightly covered with dark hair th

at she yearned to touch. Flat belly with a hint of the washboard and a trail of dark hair that led from just beneath his navel to the most impressive erection she’d ever witnessed.

Heaven help her, she wanted to lick that intriguing little trail of hair until it led her to the promise land. His cock jutted toward her, thick and with a drop of liquid clinging to the tip.

A wave of emotion swept over her, strong and overwhelming, and her nipples tightened in anticipation.

His gaze dropped, as if he’d noticed that subtle change in her body, and she pressed into the mattress, sighing when he settled over her once more.

“So pretty,” he whispered as he dipped his head and swiped first at one nipple with this tongue, then at the other. “I could taste you all night.”

She didn’t want that, no matter how good, how perfect it sounded. She would demand her equal time if she had to, but he ignored her pitiful attempts at a struggle. He had her good and pinned, wrapping his big hands around her wrists like shackles and holding her arms above her head. The position thrust her chest out toward him, and he bent over her, continuing his sensual assault on her nipples and breasts.

She whimpered at each pass of his velvety hot tongue. Cried out when he bit her nipple with the sharp edge of his teeth. Bucked hard when he sucked and nibbled on her flesh in a continuous rhythm he used to drive her mad with need.

It worked. She was out of her mind with it, another orgasm barreling down on her with the intensity of a high-speed train rolling off the rails.

He slipped his hand between her legs once more, rubbing, thrusting. She ground against him with frenzied moments, absolutely out of control, but she didn’t care. Too eager to claim the second orgasm that swept over her and sent her over the edge of bliss.

Crying out, she shuddered against his hand, his lips still wrapped around her right nipple. Still in the throes of her climax, he briefly left her, rolling on a condom with jerky, shaking movements before he thrust inside her. Filled her to bursting, her inner walls still trembled, pulsating around his thick, hot erection while he began to thrust.

“Couldn’t wait,” he muttered, his voice ragged, his chest heaving against hers as he pounded within her so hard she moved up the bed. Inch by rough inch she moved up, up the mattress, and she opened her eyes. Watched in fascination while the big, carefully controlled man she was used to seeing day in and day out lost complete and utter control buried inside her body.