Page 90 of Worth Every Risk

Wetness floods from my core, soaking the gusset of my tiny shorts. My body is oh-so-ready for this man, like I’ve spent the last few days waiting for this moment. I can feel the hard length of him against my hip as his fingers tease at my pyjamas.

“I’ve missed these ridiculous shorts,” he says, sliding his fingers over my exposed arse cheeks, “but I’ve missed what’s underneath more.”

I should be questioning him, but I don’t. I want whatever he’s willing to give me too much to risk saying anything that might put him off.

I wriggle out of my shorts and no sooner than they’ve hit the floor are Matt’s fingers sliding into me, claiming me, thrusting hard.

“I want you naked,” he murmurs, and I slip off my top as he keeps his fingers inside me.Oh, God.I want him so much, but the unease lurking below my desire snakes its way to the surface. I need to know if he’s just here for sex. If that’s all this is.

“Wait… wait,” I gasp, and inside me his fingers stop moving. “What is this? What’s happening?”

“Everything. It’s everything,” he whispers back, and my heart does another crazy leap.Everything. His eyes lock onto mine as though he’s searching for an answer to a question he hasn’t asked, but a response pours from me anyway.

“Yes.Yes,” I breathe.

“It’s you.You,”he murmurs, as though I’m the eighth wonder of the world. “You’re all I want.”

I push him away, just a fraction, and his brow arches. “Would you want me in a different body?”

He splutters a laugh. “What?”

“Would you?”

Something seems to click, and he knows I’m serious. “Yes. God, yes. But I fucking love this one.” His hand tightens on me, then he pauses, watching for my reaction. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

He nods as though this explains everything either of us might ever need to say, and the look on his face is pure adoration.

“Fuck, Aries. What have you done to me?” he questions softly, and his gaze rakes over my flesh like he wants to bury himself inside it. His eyes are so greedy, so full of want and need that they stoke the fire in me. I hook my arms around his neck,jumping up to swing my legs around his hips. His fingers slide out of me to hold my thighs. His hands are so big, so warm. I didn’t realise just how much I missed him holding me like this until he was touching me.

Crack.

Matt’s back slams against a shelf as he manoeuvres us. “Ow. Fuck, this room is tiny.”

“It’s made for small people like me.”

He lies me on the bed, spread out for him like a dessert trolley, inspecting me just as greedily. He fists both his hands in his hair. “What the hell are we doing here?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say ‘everything’ again, or to tell him there’s a damn good chance I’m falling in love with him, but instead I say, “You think too much. Shut up and fuck me.”

I sleep in Matt’s arms, both of us naked, entwined in my tiny bed. I never want to move. My muscles are plagued with a slight ache, but it’s a pleasant throbbing that reminds me how hard I worked last night. It was after four when we finally fell asleep.

My eyes are bleary when Matt kisses my temple. “Hey, beautiful,” he says. “I’m so sorry.”

“For fucking my brains out last night?”

“No. For messing you around. Charlie coming back threw me off. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’d never want—”

“You’re allowed to prioritize your kids. That’s kinda the whole point of being a parent.”

He sighs. “I know. I kept thinking, what if he’d come home a few minutes earlier? Walked in on us? I can’t do that to him. It felt like too big a risk.”

“Okay… so why did you change your mind?”

He kisses my temple again, his lips lingering there longer. “Because I decided you’re worth the risk.” He peppers the side of my face with kisses, his lips dancing over my skin. “You’re worth every risk.”

My chest swells as though he’s pumped the words right inside me. “So… what now?” I whisper.

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