Worth the Risk (Worth It 2)

Hunter couldn’t dwell on it now. He had Gracie where he wanted her. Their mouths connected, their tongues tangling. He hadn’t even touched her yet, kept his hands firmly on the arms of the chair and he nearly collapsed to his knees when she pressed forward and wound her arms around his neck.

It was a sign of acquiescence. That she wanted him and wasn’t going to deny herself any longer.

Thank Christ. He’d been silently begging for this since she slipped out of his bed early that Sunday morning after the most momentous night of his life.

“Hunter.” Hearing her sweet voice whisper his name sent a bolt of lust straight through him that settled in his hardening cock. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“You want to.” He kissed her, then pulled away, watching with satisfaction when she followed him with a tilt of her head. “Just as bad as I want to.”

She didn’t deny it, allowing him to kiss her again. “Don’t talk, baby,” he whispered against her swollen, damp lips. “Just feel.”

The agonized moan that sounded from her tore at him, drove him on. He fell onto his knees with a hard thud and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in as close as he could get her. Attacking her throat, he licked and nibbled the elegant length of her neck, pausing at the open part of her shirt, breathing in her delectable scent.

Floral and a hint of sultry promise, her scent drove him wild. He tore at the buttons of her shirt, undoing them with shaky fingers. Whipping her shirt away from her torso, he drank in the beauty of her clad in only a pale cream bra. The garment was simple, no lacy adornments, no little pearl or stone accents or bows made of silk. Just creamy satin lovingly cupped her beautiful breasts.

He tugged the cups down, exposing her to his gaze. Pretty pink nipples came into view, hard little points that begged for his touch and he gave in. They were eye level and unable to resist, he drew one into his mouth, sucking it deep, swirling his tongue around her aroused flesh.

“Oh God.” She sunk her hands into his hair and held him there. Opening his eyes, he glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. She watched, her lips parted, her eyes glowing in the dim light of his office. He released his lips’ hold on her nipple, then darted out his tongue and circled once. Twice. Slow enough to draw a breathless whimper from her.

His cock strained against his trousers, and he reached with one hand for his belt buckle, undoing it with a quick flick of his fingers. All while he still laved attention on her abundant flesh, alternating between each breast until he had his pants undone and sagging off his hips.

She wore a skirt as usual, thank the Lord above, and he slipped a hand beneath the fabric, along the outside of her thigh, skimming his fingers on silky-soft skin. Shoving the hem of her skirt up her thighs, he revealed her matching cream satin panties. Noted the damp spot on the front of them and felt a surge of satisfaction.

“We shouldn’t—” she started to say, but he pressed his index finger against her parted lips, silencing her.

“Let me,” he whispered, drawing his finger along the plump softness of her lower lip. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Hunter, we’re in your office. Oh.” She quit her protesting when he slipped two fingers just between her lips, and a sensual glow lit her gaze. She teased the tips of his fingers with her tongue, and he groaned when she drew them deep inside her mouth, sucking them much like he imagined she’d suck his cock…

His entire body tightened at the image.

He ripped his fingers from her mouth and wrapped his hands around her waist, positioning her just so. “No one will see us in here. We’re all alone,” he reassured, his voice tight, his blood running hot. He was going to take her right here on this chair. Fuck it, he couldn’t wait any longer.

Rearing up on his knees, he shoved down his pants with one hand and pulled her to the very edge of the chair. He pushed her panties down her legs as she kicked, her toes connecting with his thigh, and he grunted.

Their gazes met, and they both laughed, coming together in a rush of heat and hands. “I—I don’t have a condom.” If she turned him away now, he wasn’t sure

what he’d do.

“I’m safe. I’m on the pill,” she whispered. “Are you safe?”

“Yes.” He would never lie about that. And he’d pull out before he came. Just to be safe. Grasping the base of his erection, he guided himself inside her, filling her so completely she gasped at the contact.

Her tight, velvety heat clasped around him, and he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth. Desperate to find some control, he breathed deep. Counted slowly to five before he opened his eyes.

She lay sprawled in the chair, her legs spread, shirt open, her bra tugged beneath her breasts. Her hair was in her face, her cheeks were flushed.

He’d never seen a more beautiful sight.

Carefully he took her, slowing his pace, watching with fascination as he pushed inside her body. His chest ached at the beauty of her, of the two of them connected, and he increased his pace, excitement racing through his blood when he heard her encouraging moan.

“Faster, Hunter,” she urged and he met her gaze, saw the intensity there glowing in her eyes. “Please.”

Leaning in, he took her mouth in a savage kiss and pumped over her, inside her, driving again and again into her welcoming depths. She quivered beneath him, her breaths quickening, her little hands frantic as they fluttered over his shoulders and back and he knew she was close.

Maybe just as close as he was.

Giving in, he took her fiercely, powering into her with the savageness of a feral beast. He should be more careful, treat her more delicately but it was as if something foreign took over him. And took her over too—she didn’t protest, in fact, she seemed to encourage him and when he felt her inner walls clench tight around him and heard her gasp of pleasure, he let the orgasm he’d been staving off wash over him completely.