Page 63 of Hooked on Trouble

He starts on my other leg.

When he peels off my jeans, my uncertainty dissipates. He stares at me, takes his fill. The bulge in his pants grows, and he grabs his T-shirt and yanks it over his head, his jeans and boxers hitting the floor next. Like this—naked and glorious, inked muscles flexing with tension—I lose my sanity. I’m not sure when I fell in love with him. Probably Aspen. But knowing it, acknowledging it, spikes my arousal. Want swells deep in my belly, heat pulsing in waves. I need him inside me.

Instead of breaking the spell, I drag my fingers down my body, finding the center of my heat and moving my hips. I spread my wetness around, showing him what he does to me. His eyes spark, unrest brewing behind blue flame. So much turmoil in his heart. He rolls the condom on, then kneels again and lifts my ankles onto his shoulders, placing himself against me.

Help me, his eyes plead. Erase the pain.

I thrust upward.

He pushes in, and I gasp like always. So big, so full. So much emotion locked in my chest. Hiking me higher, he seats himself deeper, not a breath between us, and a ragged groan pushes from his throat. He rocks in and out, rolling his hips in an endless current, each wave taking me deeper. His lips and tongue and teeth are on my ankle, biting, tasting. I reach behind me and grip the arm of the couch, arching farther. In the past I’ve needed friction to take me that last mile—my hand or a man’s between my thighs. Not with Nico.

His size and the way he looks at me are a one-way ticket to nirvana.

He plants one hand beside my head, his even thrusts stoking the heat shooting up my legs. I grab his neck and pull him close, our eyes locked. This is love. This is the thing I’ve missed all my life. This is home. If he doesn’t feel the same, it will gut me, the rawness of it already breaking my walls. Pushing up, I kiss him, show him. Then he tilts his hips, and a string of dynamite lights under my skin, igniting in sharp bursts.

My orgasm blinds me.

It’s sudden and fierce, my cries strangled against his lips. He holds me tight as I clench around him, pulsing until I collapse, the warmth between my thighs exquisite.

Gradually, I stir and lower my legs. He stills his hips. Nico is a caring lover, always making sure I come first. Usually making me come again. And again. Tonight, though, the roles get reversed. The turmoil clouding his gaze is the stormiest I’ve ever seen it, and it’s time for the storm to break.

Nineteen

Nico

There it is: that look in her eyes, vulnerable yet fierce. The one I’ve been waiting for. To see how much she loves me. It cracks me open, makes it hard to breathe. I can’t swallow. Can’t speak the words I’ve wanted to say for weeks. In the past it was easy. I’d tell a woman I loved her, she’d say it back, and it felt right in the moment, but it was never hard. The unspoken words were never cut glass in my throat. But now’s not the time to force them out. Not with Josh and the trial and my ten thousand worries. When it’s just us, none of this bullshit in the way, she’ll get all of me.

But damn, do I love this girl.

Her pupils are glazed, her lids heavy with pleasure. I slide out and then in, moving slowly, easing her back. But she grips my hips. “Not like this. This time, you’re going to fuck me.”

My dick twitches, that dirty mouth of hers too hot. “Did I not make you feel good?”

She shoves my chest, and I slide out of her, immediately craving her tight heat, her body beneath mine. She moves to her knees, too, and grips my chin. “You make me feel so good, I worry I’ll never come down. But you always hold back. I want you to take me. Fuck me. I want you to let go.”

I curl my fingers around her hips, the tip of my cock pressing against her belly. “No. I’ll hurt you.” But the thought of moving without restraint the way I work a speedball at the gym, hard and fast, has me digging my thumbs into her inked skin.

She kisses me. Once. Softly. Then she smooths my brow. “You won’t hurt me, big guy. But I need this. You need this. Just take for a change.”

She peels off my condom and curls her hand over my length, pumping me, coaxing me. I move with the motion. Eyes closed, I push my day away. The fear in Josh’s eyes. The guilt hibernating in my chest. I forget about the thin line Nikki walks, and the father I put in jail. That I nearly broke the law for my brother. I move faster, guiding her, thrusting roughly. My lungs burn. I open my eyes, and Raven’s face is flushed with excitement. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, pushing me to break the shackles I wear.

What happens if I go too far?

But she mouths fuck me and something inside me snaps. The need to slam into her catches, sparks lighting down my spine. I flip her over and prop her ass in the air. I rip open another condom, rolling it on with haste. Positioning myself at her entrance, I hesitate, but she grinds into me, so I do as she wants. I let go. I detonate. I push into her. Swift. Hard. I tug her ass against my groin in a violent motion. She grabs the couch arm, and I grip her shoulder, keeping my other palm on her hip, anchoring her. I thrust hard—deep and dirty. My need for release surprises me in its ferocity. Our skin slaps. She cries out with each contact, her breasts bouncing and legs shaking. I move faster. I pound into her. Relentlessly. Heat sears my skin like needles, tattoos inked from within.

My grunts turn into growls, pleasure coiling up my thighs. “Oh, fuck. Oh fuck.” My words sound strangled, savage, my dick so hard and deep inside Raven, I nearly combust. A few more thrusts are all it takes. My orgasm rips a path down my spine as I slam the last of my energy into the woman I love.

Spent and winded, I barely hear her sob. Her fucking tears. My arms shake. My heart hammers in my ears. Oh, God. Oh, fuck no. I slip out of her, terrified to turn her over.

What have I done?

Tossing the condom, I rotate and slide under her, gathering her on my chest. I wrap my legs around her, my arms over her. I kiss her everywhere I can. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you. Babe, I couldn’t…I didn’t want to…”

She looks up, tears like fireflies in her eyes. “I’m fine.” She places my hand over her heart. It’s beating as wildly as mine. “That was just intense.”

Relief quiets my pulse slightly. “You sure?”

“I might avoid spin classes for a while, and that horseback riding lesson will have to wait, but”—she smiles, tentative and shy—“I’m okay.”