Page 100 of Playing A Risk
“Not well. We fought the entire time.” She strolls into the kitchen, hiding her expression. “I feel terrible about his loss, but it doesn’t change how betrayed I feel. He tried to talk his way around it but couldn’t deny how upset he would’ve been if the roles were reversed.”
My anxiety falls away, and I take her in my arms. “I wish you weren’t hurting. It’s hard to see you in pain.”
She slides her arms around my waist and rests her head on my chest. “You’ve been incredibly understanding for a guy who hates him.”
“Jamison and I used to be friends. I imagine we would’ve stayed friends, but we both fell in love with you. That doesn’t work out well for two men who want to be on top.”
She peeks up at me. “Was that a pun?”
Just with her suggestion of a sexual position, I want to carry her to bed. Being intimate with her over the last couple of days has awakened a sleeping, sex-deprived giant who desperately wants to catch up on what he’s been missing out on.
“Beauty, I want to be in any position you’ll have me. But thinking of you with Jamison is something I avoid with all my willpower. So, no. That wasn’t a pun.”
A flash of crimson paints her cheeks.
Damn, I’ll never get sick of seeing that.
I lean over and kiss her soft lips. We both complained of jet lag all day, but a newfound spark of energy takes hold.
I pull her into me as our tongues caress one another. Her body close to mine is perfection. When I lift her off the ground, she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. I guide us to her bed and lie her on her back.
“Dorothy, I’m going to remove your clothes and make love to you. We can talk afterward.” I bend over and push her sweater up. To my surprise, she isn’t wearing a bra. “Your breasts are perfect.”
I dot kisses around them as I remove her shirt. Our gazes connect and her eyelids are lustfully heavy. If I had known that baring my soul to her would bring us this close, I would’ve done it from day one.
“Thank you for making me a better man. A man worthy of getting the honor of loving you.” I run my lips down her naked torso.
She subtly lifts her hips so I can remove her flannel pants. I love that she wants me; I wasn’t sure I’d get another chance after her talk with Jamison. The weight of that thought overwhelms me. A surge of flaming heat rises from my toes and shoots through my head.
“Hunter, you make my heart full. Thank you for trying so hard for me.”
She calms my worries, so I remove her pants and slide my hands up her thighs. “Spread your legs, beauty. I need to taste you.”
She does what I ask without hesitation. “I want you inside of me soon, so you might want to get undressed first. That way, when I’m begging you to give me more, you can do it quickly.”
I smile down at her. “Something tells me you’re a little wound up.”
“No. I just want to be with you.” Her gaze drops to thebulge in my pants. “You feel so good. I love being with you this way.”
“Your wish is my command.” I work myself out of my clothes and crawl on top of her. “You convinced me. I need to be inside of you now.”
With careful precision, I position myself right at her opening. It’s fucking heaven. I have to restrain myself from exploding. Skin-to-skin with her is almost too much to take.
I stare into her eyes. “Are you still okay if we don’t use condoms?”
“I am. It feels so much better without.” She presses her hips up, giving me the go-ahead.
“Damn straight, it does.” I glide into her and suck in a breath. “Fuck, beauty. How do you feel better each time I’m with you?”
She rocks with more force and pulls my lower lip into her mouth. I shut the fuck up and focus on pleasuring this amazing woman I’m head over heels for.
Her hands run down my back and she takes my ass cheeks into her palms, pulling them into her. She needs more friction, so I angle myself to stimulate her better.
“Tell me if you need something different.”
“Just stay right there,” she pants. “Oh my god, Hunter. Fuck me just like that.”
I give her exactly what she asks for as I kiss her breasts, neck, and mouth. She rakes her fingers through my hair and scratches my back, then she twists her hips. The movement coaxes my release closer to the surface. Too close.
