Page 108 of She’s Worth the Risk

Just thinking about it turns my cock to steel.

“If you don’t want to,” she begins, misreading my silence, and I crush my mouth to hers.

“I want to,” I rasp, guiding her hand to where my erection threatens to bust through my zipper. “That’s how much I want to.”

“Fuck,” she whispers, stroking me through the denim.

But I can’t wait.

“Take those off,” I grunt, motioning to her bra and panties.

We make quick work of the rest of our clothes, pausing only to kiss, lips hungry and searching, hands everywhere at once. I roll her onto her side, nestling against her back. She tucks perfectly into me, every curve like satin against my skin, the floral scent of her intoxicating. I sweep her hair out the way to bury my face in the back of her neck, unable to stop myself from grinding my iron shaft against her backside. She groans, quivering in my arms, and I slide a hand over her waist, her stomach, between her thighs.

“Jesus Christ,” I gasp when my fingers meet her hot, slick center. “You’re soaked.”

“Only for you,” she breathes, and my heart squeezes hard.

Only for you.

“Yes,” I rasp, hips rocking against her softness as I stroke her slippery clit. “Only for me.”

She glances back at me over her shoulder, cheeks flushed. I take her lips in a bruising kiss, and she whimpers, writhing against me.

“Nick,” she pleads, and I nod, reaching for the lube and squirting it into my palm. She bends her top leg to give me access from behind, and I slide my hand between her cheeks, finding that tight ring of muscle. Her breath shudders out when I make contact, my cock pulsing impatiently as I slowly circle the spot.

“Like that?” I ask, voice as rough as gravel.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly.

I kiss my way along her shoulder, her neck, up to her ear. “You sure you want me here?” As eager as I am to take her like this, I need to know she’s sure.

“Yes,” she rasps, arching into my touch. “I want you everywhere.”

Heat rushes through me at the desperate note in her voice, and I press against the knot of muscle, entering her. She moans, her channel gripping my finger as I pepper kisses over her neck.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan, adding more lube. My dick throbs eagerly as I slowly work her open, but I can’t imagine how it will fit. She glances back over her shoulder with a sly grin, as if reading my mind.

“It will fit, don’t worry.”

I arch a brow. “Have you done this before?”

Hesitation flickers in her gaze. “Yes,” she admits. “But not like this.” I frown, wondering what that means, and she softens, clarifying, “Not with someone I love. And never bare.”

My chest constricts. I lean forward to capture her lips, grazing my tongue over hers. Needing her to know what this means to me. What she means to me.

She trembles as I deepen my finger, adding a second. “I can’t wait anymore, Nick. I need you inside me.” When I draw away, her lips are swollen, her gaze pleading. “I need the man I love inside me.”

Fuck.

I swallow hard, nodding. My hands shake as I squirt lube into my palm to coat my length. She watches with heavy-lidded eyes, then guides me into place. My pulse accelerates when my head brushes her tight entrance, when she inhales a deep breath as I slowly enter her.

“Holy shit, Zinnia.” Pleasure blazes through me as she grips my shaft, and I still my hips, not even all the way in. “You’re so fucking tight, honey.”

She issues a husky, throaty laugh, flexing around my dick as she does.

Christ.

“No more laughing,” I warn with a low growl, fingers digging into her hips. “Or this will all be over right now.” Clenching my jaw, I slowly ease myself inside her until I’m buried to the hilt. Then I stop, giving myself time to adjust to the overwhelming sensation.