Page 73 of Worth Every Risk

The door to the sauna clicks open, cool air flooding the small space.Fuck. I open my eyes, raising my head, using my hands to cover myself.

Matt stands in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his hips. He’s so huge that he dominates the space entirely. I’m surprised he doesn’t have to duck to stand in here.

He stares at me, desire smoldering in his dark eyes. The air crackles with electricity. “My sauna’s never been this fucking hot.” A laugh bubbles through my lips, but he crosses the sauna in two steps and presses a finger to my mouth. “Don’t stop.”

I raise an eyebrow at him, but he doesn’t look away. “Let me see you,” he says, as he sits by my feet.

His gaze lowers to my very wet, very exposed, veryhot, pussy. With one large, warm hand, he nudges my bent knee so it fallsoutward. “You’re drenched.” His eyes widen with what looks like awe. “Tell me what you were thinking about.”

God, this is so fucking dirty. I’m not used to this unabashed sexuality when there’s another human being present, but the longing on his face is so exquisite, and the commanding tone of his voice so authoritative, that I can’t disobey him. “You. I was thinking about you.”

He lets out a groan, and the sound resonates with desire. It infuses me, and an internal heat roars through my body, mingling with the heat of the sauna. I’m slick with sweat; every inch of my skin is shining. My tolerance for the temperature is running out, but with Matt’s eyes on me, I know it won’t take a moment to come.

I begin to touch myself again, and in a couple of strokes, I’m exactly where I left off, teetering on the edge of orgasm. “Fuck. Oh, fuck,” I say. “Please, Matt. Touch me—”

He growls in response, his hands clamping around my ankles.

“That’s not what I meant,” I bite out.

“Keep going,” he orders.

I squirm and writhe, my hips shifting against my towel as I touch myself. “Please, Ma—”

His hands tighten, cutting me off. His breaths come hard and fast, his eyes glued to where I’m now slipping my fingers inside myself.

I’m desperate to feel him there instead, deep inside my body, to have that delicious fullness that only he can give me. It’s clear from the fierce grip he has on my ankles that he’s not going to give me what I’m asking for, but the low, frustrated groan that he lets out suggests he’s denying himself too.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he rasps, confirming my suspicion. “But watching you touch yourself…fuck. It’s almost as good.” He lets out another of those groans which only increases the need humming between my legs. I won’t be ableto hold back much longer and I work my clit harder. Matt’s eyes flare with desire as he notices the shift in my movement. “Come for me, baby,” he whispers, deep and greedy. “Let me see you come undone.”

His words send me plummeting over the edge into an orgasm that makes my legs shake against his hold. My back arches, my head thrashing against the bench, hair spilling loose around my shoulders.

It goes on and on and on, cresting and sinking and cresting again, Matt’s eyes on me the whole time, eating me up, drinking me down. So greedy.

When my orgasm finally dwindles, I lie still, my chest heaving. I’m seeing stars, my head is light from the heat of the sauna and the mind-blowing orgasm.

I cover my eyes with my hand, and blow out a loud breath. Matt chuckles, bringing his lips to the inside of my shin. He kisses his way up my leg, stopping at the knee. I creak my fingers apart so I can see him.

“How the fuck did you get to be so hot?” he breathes.

I smile. I can’t help it when he’s looking at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever seen. “It’s a sauna. It’s ninety fucking degrees in here.”

He snorts and looks me over, assessing and appreciating. He squeezes my thigh, then hops off the bench. “Let’s get you out of here before you pass out.”

His hands are lifting me, entirely naked, from the bench, and he’s pushing the door open with his hips.

The heat is deep in my flesh by now. I think I’m partially cooked. Not even the cool air out here makes a difference.

Matt lies me down on one of the loungers by the side of the pool. They’re huge and anchored to the floor. It’s warm against my back, a gentle soothing heat.

“Is this thing heated?” I ask.

“Yup.”

“Wow.”

There’s a fresh towel rolled up at the end of each lounger, like the house is a high end hotel. Which I guess isn’t surprising, given where the Hawkston money was made.

He sits at the end of the lounger, and his eyes sweep over me, taking in every inch of my bare skin. His gaze is like a soft caress; reverent, yet laden with longing.

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