Page 61 of Worth the Risk

“It’s our future, that’s what is happening.” I guide her arms over her head against the wall.

“You want to know what makes me hesitate, what scares me?” I hear so much vulnerability in her voice.

I press my forehead against hers. “Tell me,” I whisper. My eyes lock with hers to encourage her to speak.

“We’re moving fast, but if I blink, I know I could have it all with you because I see it. I’ve never experienced this before.”

Her answer is exactly what I needed to hear.

We press our bodies against one another, and we kiss, hungry, before I drop to my knees and bring her foot to my shoulder, giving me ample opportunity to travel up her smooth thigh with my mouth, brushing my lips delicately before inhaling her scent and licking over the fabric of her drenched panties.

I feel her losing her balance, and her hands land on my head to brace herself. “What are you doing to me?”

A devilish chuckle escapes my throat. “Making you mine.”

“I’m already yours.” She breathes out as her hips curve in my direction.

I needed to hear that, which causes me to change our course. Standing, I hoist her up onto the counter beside us, and immediately I hook my arms under her knees to splay her out. Our mouths fuse together, and I feel the urgency to take her. I bend down and dive between her legs, yank her panties to the side, and get a taste.

“You’re soaking, Piper,” I mutter as I keep busy.

“And you’re eager,” she counters. Her breath is thick with an equal desire to get lost in one another.

“For us? You have no idea.” My tongue lashes out against her pussy.

Her hands wind into my hair. “Hudson,” she cries out.

I run my mouth back up to her lips and cover her mouth with my own. I feel like a man possessed. A man who wants to be consumed by her.

She begins to drag her shirt up and off, and of course, I assist her. When her shirt goes flying in the air, I'm already tugging her bra cup down her breast and suckling on her nipple. Her head falls back, and a soft moan escapes her lips. I move to her other little bud and twirl my tongue and nip her skin.

“Ah, so good,” she hums.

I pull back slightly, with her legs still hooked around my arms. “Good,” I chuckle under my breath. “It only gets better from here, baby.”

I unzip my jeans and pull them down just enough. In a rapid movement, I slide her to the edge of the counter. Tonight, I'm lacking a bit of finesse, but we have confirmations to make.

My mouth trails up her neck, causing her to lie back on the counter. I drag her arms up over her head and pin them down. Her entire body arches up against me, a sort of surrender. Our kisses are messy, and her breath is heavy.

“I want all of you. Don't you realize you’re mine? Your pussy will only ever feel my cock from this moment forward. So when you go to sleep tonight in my bed, next to me where you belong, lying against my chest, remember what you choose, because I want all in.”

I don't wait for her to answer. I plunge into her, and we both moan at the sudden movement. Her hands walk her upper body up to sitting, one arm encircling around my neck. I can feel her breath against my skin.

“I understand,” she gasps.

I continue to pump in and out of her without an ounce of grace. Reaching between us, I grab the edge of my shirt, and she helps me pull it up over my head, and soon it lands on the floor. Our bodies are inseparable, our hands glued to one another, wandering and exploring. But every kiss feels more intense. The emotional element is underlying which only makes our senses work in overload.

Every time Piper breathes my name, it only encourages me to fuck her a little harder. She isn't complaining either, because her legs wrap tighter around my waist with our bodies moving together in a rhythm.

A sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin and her hair is a mess. She looks like a woman at my mercy, but the fact she clenches around my length reminds me she’s an equal partner in our journey to bring each other to the edge.

Piper tightens her arms around me and buries her head into the crook of my neck before kissing the base of my throat.

I pause in movement but remain inside of her as I cradle her head in my hands. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I kiss her eyelids that hood closed. “I’m crazy about you.” I kiss her jawline. “It isn’t just infatuation; the damn future is with you because I’m in love with you.”

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