Worth the Risk (Worth It 2)

It was a heady feeling. One she wasn’t willing to let go of.

The moment they slipped into his apartment, he had her in his embrace once more, pinned against the wall. His large hands held her in place, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her stomach. More thorough, breath-stealing kisses, his tongue licked wickedly at hers, and her entire body lit up.

She might regret it later, but she doubted it. She’d regret their eventual break-up, but never the sex, the intimacy they shared. Their connection was so strong, so immediate. She knew exactly what he liked, what he needed. And he knew her needs too.

“I wanted to take yo

u in the pub,” he murmured in her ear before he nipped it with his teeth. She hissed out a breath and her body throbbed at his words. “Reach my hand up your skirt, ease your panties down your legs and take you right up against the wall.”

Her knees wobbled. He liked walls. And so did she. Thank goodness for the wall now. She’d slide to the floor if it wasn’t there to prop her up. “What stopped you?”

He chuckled and slid his mouth down her throat in a wet, hot path. “I didn’t want you to be embarrassed if we got caught.”

That he thought of her first touched her. He really was too sweet. Nuzzling her cheek against his, she sighed. “Nothing’s stopping you now, though. No one can catch us.”

“You’re right.” He slipped a hand beneath her skirt, his fingers skimming up her thigh, coming closer, closer…until they brushed the front of her panties. “Mmm, you’re wet.”

She’d soaked through her panties, how mortifying. But he seemed pleased, if the note in his voice was any indication. And when he slipped his fingers beneath the front of her underwear and murmured his approval at what he found, she knew he was extremely pleased.

And so was she.

“Your skin is so soft,” he said just before he captured her lips with his. His tongue thrust in time with his fingers, and she whimpered, overcome with the sensations washing over her. She was going to come and quick, just like this. Hunter’s hand in her panties, his fingers touching her intimately, pressed against a wall.

A thrill moved through her, and she lifted her hips, trying to get him to touch her in just the right spot. He broke the kiss and smiled at her. “Tell me where, Gracie. Where do you want me to touch you?”

“Higher,” she whispered, shocked that she so easily did as he asked. He dragged his index finger through her folds at her direction, until he hovered just above her clitoris. “Yes, right there,” she sighed.

His touch was light, teasing as he circled the swollen nub. Holding her breath, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the wall, focusing solely on that one spot he touched. Her legs shook, and she slapped her hands against the wall, palms flat, fingers curled. She was close, so close…

“Come for me, Gracie,” he urged, and pleasure flooded her, filled her to bursting. A little cry escaped her lips, and she shivered uncontrollably with her orgasm, so thankful when he held her close until the quivering subsided. She plopped her head forward, leaning her forehead against his shoulder.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet.” He sounded amused but strained, and he released his hold on her, went to work on his belt buckle, pulling off his belt, throwing it to the ground. Before he could start on his pants, she dropped to her knees and knelt before him, undoing the snap, sliding down the zipper, exposing his black boxer briefs. She gazed up at him reverently, renewed energy suffusing her when she caught sight of his erection straining against the front of his underwear.

“You don’t have to do that,” he started, but she cut him off with a pointed look.

“I want to.” She stroked his cotton-covered erection, smiling at the strangled sound that came from him. Her hands shook, an after-effect of her overpowering orgasm, and she carefully tugged the front of his briefs down, his erection coming free.

A wistful sigh escaped her. He was so big and beautiful. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him the other times they were together. Most everything had happened in the dark per her request.

What a fool she’d been, to shroud his naked glory in darkness. She’d missed out.

Well, she wasn’t missing out any longer.

She wrapped her hand around his cock and came forward, dropping a delicate kiss on the tip. He moaned, and she parted her lips wider, taking him inside her mouth. He was hard yet soft, salty yet sweet, and she wrapped her tongue around the head, licking the underside and making him groan long and hard.

“Gracie.” His voice was full of agony. “Stop. Please.”

Ignoring him, she continued her ministrations. Why would she stop? He tasted so good and his gut-wrenching reactions to what she did thrilled her. She dragged her tongue down the length of him, lifting her gaze to find him watching her.

The smoldering intensity she saw in his gaze sent a jolt straight to her core.

“Stop.” His voice was firm, and he picked her up by her shoulders with ease, holding her against the wall. “I want to come inside you.”

Oh. Her insides loosened, his words touching her to the very depths of her soul. He entered her easily, sliding deep, holding himself there for a long, breathless moment before he withdrew almost all the way out.

They both moaned when he thrust back inside her, and he kept the lazy pace, driving her wild. He took his sweet time, ratcheting up the pleasure between them until it became almost unbearable.

Had she ever been so caught up in passion? So needy and eager to have a man inside her body? She didn’t think so. Hunter did something to her, made her feel so strongly, it was almost scary.