Worth the Risk (Worth It 2)

He smiled up at the ceiling and then dropped his head, gazing at the floor, much like she had earlier. “You’re that eager to move past it.”

Not really, but she had no choice. “It’s what’s best.” She had to believe that.

“For who?” He finally lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. His gaze so full of heat she felt singed where she stood.

“For the both of us?” Her voice sounded weak. Her entire body felt weak.

Because of him.

Slowly, he shook his head, taking one step toward her. Then another. “Not for me.”

She backed up, trying her best to stay out of his reach. If he touched her, she’d be done for. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’m not ready to move past it.” He came closer and closer and she stumbled backward, her butt meeting the wall. “I don’t think you are either.”

“I am.” She nodded furiously, and she wondered who she was trying to convince. Herself or Hunter?

“I get near you and there’s a spark.” Reaching out, he settled his hand on her cheek, his thumb stroking down, sending a scattering of goose bumps all over her flesh. “I touch you and I can feel it all the way to my bones.” He moved in even closer, still cupping her cheek, and he dipped his head. “And when our lips meet, I want to consume you.”

She parted her lips, ready to protest, ready to tell him to stop, but he swooped in, taking her mouth with a passion that overwhelmed.

And like the weakling that she secretly was, she couldn’t deny him. She didn’t want to.

Ever.

Chapter Twelve

Gracie wound her arms around his neck, her hands diving into his hair. Stroking, sending a cascade of shivers all over his skin, and Hunter deepened the kiss. He darted his tongue inside her mouth, stroking it against hers in a timeless rhythm that made his cock ache, his entire body ache.

He wanted to take her. Brand her. Mak

e her his. The games, the confusion, all of it had taken a toll and he was sick to death of playing by her rules.

Tonight, right now, he wanted to give her a little taste of his rules. His demands. His wants. Show her exactly how he could treat her like a queen so she’d want no one else.

Only him.

“Hunter,” she murmured against his mouth, her voice a harsh whisper, her breathing accelerated. “Hunter, please.”

“Hunter, please what? Do you want me to touch you? Drive you wild? Make you come? I can, you know.” Proving his point, he pressed her into the wall with his body, chest to chest, hips to hips. Grabbing her thigh, he lifted her leg, rubbed his erection against her center, and she moaned in agony. “I can do so much to you. Make you feel so good.”

She leaned her head against the wall with a soft thunk, exposing her elegant, long neck. Dipping in, he pressed his mouth to her pulse, licking her sweet skin, nipping at her flesh with his teeth. She yelped, her hands tight in his hair.

“It’s so easy between us, Gracie. Why do you want to deny it?” he asked, his mouth pressed against her neck before he darted out his tongue to lick. She tasted sweet, so damn sweet and he licked again. Like he couldn’t get enough of her.

Hell, he couldn’t.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” she whispered. She wound his short hair around her fingers, gripping his head tight and dragging him back up so he had no choice but to face her. “This can’t happen. It’s a mistake we shouldn’t repeat.”

“You want to, though.”

She gave a little sound of frustration and stomped her foot, narrowly missing his. “I can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Because it messes with my head! You mess with my head.” She pressed her swollen lips together, her eyes pleading with him to understand. He got it, really he did. But logic wasn’t playing a part in his actions tonight.

He was reacting on pure emotion. And pure, all-consuming need.