Page 62 of She’s Worth the Risk

She smiles, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from our kiss. “You’re so polite, Nick. It’s sweet, but you don’t have to ask. Honestly?” Her eyes smolder with desire. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

Jesus Christ.

Her words stir something primal in me, like a beast that’s been lying in wait, but I tamp it down. Somehow, I’ve gone from years of letting myself feel nothing to feeling everything at once, and it’s too much.

I’m afraid of what will happen if I let it out.

Zinnia keeps her gaze locked on mine as she casually, languidly lifts a leg, placing it on the other side of me, and I can’t stop my gaze from falling between her thighs, to her wet, swollen entrance. Her hand drifts down, fingers brushing her clit before spreading herself for me. I stare at that spot, dick so hard it hurts, in awe of her confidence. How easily—how readily—she bares herself.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I grate out.

I kiss my way down her stomach, inhaling the warm floral scent of her, burying my nose in those luscious dark curls between her thighs. Then I swipe my tongue through her slickness, heat streaking through me as her musky arousal coats my tongue.

“Fuck,” I rasp, gripping her thighs. “You taste so sweet, Zinnia. Fuck.” I devour her greedily, hungrily, relishing every moan, every quiver, every tug on my hair.

“Yes, Nick, yes,” she chants, hips lifting to meet my mouth. “Don’t stop.”

A freight train could hit me right now and I wouldn’t stop, not until I know she’s satisfied. I slide two fingers into her tight channel, loving the way she rocks against my hand, body tensing. My cock aches as I pleasure her, hoping like hell I don’t fucking lose it in my pants. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long to get her there, and she releases a long, shuddering moan as she comes, quaking against my mouth. I don’t let up until she gives a woozy laugh, fingers stroking my cheek.

“Nick,” she murmurs. “Get up here.”

I chuckle, relieved, and rise to my knees on the sofa between her legs. Zinnia’s gaze meanders over my bare torso, a long sigh gusting out of her.

“I still can’t believe your body.” Her gaze lifts to mine, dark and hazy. “I thought I was attracted to you before, but this…” Her fingers brush my abdomen, following the trail of hair to my belt. “God, Nick, I could eat you.”

My dick flexes at her words, even more so when she undoes my belt buckle and zipper, pushing my pants over my hips, letting my erection spring free. Then she gives me a naughty smile.

“I think I will,” she purrs, licking her lips as her hand circles my shaft.

I groan, throbbing against her hot palm, so fucking turned on that a stiff breeze could make me come. If Zinnia wraps those perfect lips around my cock, it will be game over, and I really, desperately, want to be inside her.

“Zinnia,” I say roughly, stopping her.

She looks up at me, brows lifted in question.

“I’ll come if you do that, honey, and I want…” I stop myself. It occurs to me I’m being awfully presumptuous, but a sinful smile slides onto her lips.

“I want that too.”

Oh, thank God.

I rise to my feet, shucking my pants, when I realize I don’t have a condom. Why would I? I never have sex.

“Shit.” I rake an agitated hand through my hair. “I don’t… I don’t have anything…”

“I do, but…” She hesitates, biting her lip. “If you’re comfortable with it, we don’t need one. I’m on birth control, and I’m healthy, so…”

Heat rushes through my bloodstream. “Yes,” I say, without hesitation.

A smile brushes her lips, almost shyly. “I’ve never done it bare before.”

My dick surges. That she’s doing this with me, and only me. That I’ll get to be so close to her. It occurs to me that if anything, a condom would at least ensure I don’t lose it the minute we begin.

“But it’s…” I shake my head, warmth creeping up my neck. “It’s been a while for me. I won’t last as long without one.”

Zinnia softens, holding her hands out. “I don’t care, Nick. I just want to feel you.” She smiles as I slide my hands into hers. “All of you.”

Fuck.