Page 13 of Risk

FIVE

Ipress my hand to his toned chest. I can feel his heart beating as hard as mine is through the dress shirt he’s still wearing. Then, I lean in and kiss him.

His arms close around me, caging me in, as his tongue moves in my mouth.

There’s something inherently intoxicating about being naked and pressed up against a fully clothed man. The expensive fabric of his pants against my legs. The brush of his cotton shirt teasing my tender nipples.

It’s a huge turn-on.

But as much of a turn-on as that is, I still want him naked. I want to feel his skin against mine.

And I want it now.

“Get naked,” I murmur. “It’s my turn to see you.”

He bites down on my bottom lip, giving it a gentle tug before putting a minimal amount of space between us so he can undress.

With his eyes locked on mine, he starts unbuttoning his shirt, but he isn’t going quick enough for me, so I start to help. I tug his shirt out of his pants and get to work on the buttons at the bottom.

A low chuckle comes from him, and I look up at him through my lashes.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing. I just appreciate the enthusiasm.”

With his shirt undone, I can see a sliver of tan skin that I’m dying to kiss.

Kaden removes his cuff links, putting them in his pants pocket as I push open his shirt. Sliding my palms over smooth, unblemished skin, I feel him shudder beneath my touch, and I get off on knowing that I affect him in this way.

For as long as I’ve wanted him, always thinking that he just saw me as his friend’s little sister and nothing more…well, it’s an amazing feeling to know that I get to him like he does me. That he likes me as more than just a friend—because nothing we’ve done so far could be construed as friendly.

I move my hands to his shoulders and shove his shirt off, giving me full access.

Oh my.

He’s ripped. I’m talking strong shoulders and defined biceps, abs for days, and—thank you, Jesus—he has that sharp V-cut into his obliques that turns a woman’s brain to mush.

And I am a weak, weak woman.

Kaden might not fight anymore, but that hasn’t stopped him from maintaining his physique. And after the trauma his body and mind have been through, I know he must have worked twice as hard to achieve and maintain his body.

I lean in and press my lips to his chest.

His hand slides down my back to cup my ass.

I kiss my way down his body, licking a path over his belly button to the start of the trail of hair that will lead me to what I’ve been waiting a very long time to see.

Lowering to my knees, I pop open the button on his pants and drag down the zipper.

His dick is straining against the confines of his boxer briefs.

I lean in and press a kiss to his cock over the fabric, wanting to tease him a little, just like he did to me.

His hand cups my chin, and he tilts my face to look up at him.

He runs his thumb over my lower lip. “Take my cock out.”

I dart my tongue out and lick the tip of his thumb. His eyes flash with a dark promise, and then he pushes his thumb into my mouth, fingers still curled around my chin, holding me there.

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