Page 63 of Worth the Risk

By the time he’s inside me again, he has kissed, licked, or softly bitten every square inch of my body. I didn’t know what it meant to feel ecstasy until now. My body feels like it’s floating through a cloud, every nerve ending alight.

His lips move between hovering over mine, his breath coming out in soft pants, to kissing me. He pins my hands above me again, this time, though, his fingers are interlaced with mine, his eyes staring into mine as he lazily pumps in and out of me.

He feels it building. Releasing one of my hands, he reaches down and grabs my ass, helping me lift my hips up to meet his strokes.

Nothing is said. Nothing needs to be said. Our bodies are doing the talking.

I’m not sure which of us comes first, but the other quickly follows. It’s intense, the pleasure drawing out so much longer this time. When I finally come down, my eyelids can barely stay open.

Against all my natural instincts, I let myself simply bask in the true postcoital glow I always hear everyone talk about. All of the sleepy, feel-good hormones released during and after orgasm are clearly pumping through me. The sudden urge to become one of those lovesick girls who stupidly saysI love youafter sex and then demands we elope and have babies right away flitting through my head briefly.

“What has you smiling?” It’s only when Austin’s raspy, sex-laden voice rumbles against my cheek that I realize I somehow ended up lying across his chest in our postorgasmic haze.

“Hmm?” I lift my head to look up at him.

“You’re smiling.”

“Sex tends to put me in a good mood.”

“Yeah? Maybe I should try it with you more often.”

I don’t rebuff his suggestion. Now isn’t the time for me to overanalyze and freak out about what this all means. Then again, there’s a strange calmness in me about the thing entirely. Like maybe all I needed was for him to fuck some sense into me.

My stomach rumbles.

“We never did eat, did we?” He brushes my hair from my face. “I’m not sure the Thai place is still open now but I’m sure there’s something we can find in my kitchen.”

“It’s okay.” I yawn, rolling to my side and sitting up. “It’s late. I need to take a shower yet once I’m home an?—”

“You can shower here. I’ll make us something downstairs.”

“I appreciate it, really.” I look around the room, realizing my dress is still downstairs and my underwear are in the wash. “Shit.”

“You’re not having a one-night stand with me, Taylor.”

I freeze at his sudden change in tone. “What?”

“I’m not letting you go home this late after fucking me for the last several hours. Even if it was the middle of the day, you’re not running out of here. You’re staying. I’m not a one-night stand.” He pulls the sheets back and gets out of bed. “Now, do you want to take a shower while I go downstairs and make something for us to eat?” He comes to a stop in front of me, his unapologetically naked body towering over mine. “Or do you want to take a shower with me?”

Suddenly, Austin’s no bullshit attitude that can sometimes really get under my skin and piss me off is a complete turn-on for me. He leans in, planting a featherlight kiss against my neck.

“Take a shower with you.” My response is instant, any anxiety that was starting to bubble up melting away the second I feel his warm lips against my skin.

“Good,” he murmurs, reaching around me and smacking my ass, “because I was going to drag you in with me either way.”

CHAPTER 18

Austin

“Oh, you really are an overachiever, aren’t you?”

She looks up at me from her knees in the shower, her eyes bleary, mascara running down her cheeks as she takes my cock as deep as she can down her throat.

“Really gunning for that best fuck I’ve ever had spot, aren’t you?”

My hand rests against the back of her head, my forearm pressed against the shower wall. I’m trying to hold back, to keep from coming after only a minute of her sucking me off, but I’m losing the battle.

I didn’t intend to use her mouth tonight. Fuck, I thought this would just be a gentle shower where I could tend to her, but she’s ravenous, her hands sliding over my body with intention the second she stepped beneath the water.

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