Worth the Risk by Karen Erickson Read Free Book Online

perfect it sounded. She would demand her equal time if she had to, but he ignored her pitiful attempts at a struggle. He had her good and pinned, wrapping his big hands around her wrists like shackles and holding her arms above her head. The position thrust her chest out toward him, and he bent over her, continuing his sensual assault on her nipples and breasts.
    She whimpered at each pass of his velvety hot tongue. Cried out when he bit her nipple with the sharp edge of his teeth. Bucked hard when he sucked and nibbled on her flesh in a continuous rhythm he used to drive her mad with need.
    It worked. She was out of her mind with it, another orgasm barreling down on her with the intensity of a high-speed train rolling off the rails.
    He slipped his hand between her legs once more, rubbing, thrusting. She ground against him with frenzied moments, absolutely out of control, but she didn’t care. Too eager to claim the second orgasm that swept over her and sent her over the edge of bliss.
    Crying out, she shuddered against his hand, his lips still wrapped around her right nipple. Still in the throes of her climax, he briefly left her, rolling on a condom with jerky, shaking movements before he thrust inside her. Filled her to bursting, her inner walls still trembled, pulsating around his thick, hot erection while he began to thrust.
    “Couldn’t wait,” he muttered, his voice ragged, his chest heaving against hers as he pounded within her so hard she moved up the bed. Inch by rough inch she moved up, up the mattress, and she opened her eyes. Watched in fascination while the big, carefully controlled man she was used to seeing day in and day out lost complete and utter control buried inside her body.
    Triumph surged through her, and she grasped his shoulders, wound her legs around his hips so he sank deeper inside her. They groaned in unison, Gracie clinging to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her fingers in his hair and tugged his head down, their open mouths meeting, tongues tangling. Panting, moaning, moving faster and faster until she broke away from their kiss, opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
    He paused, their gazes meeting, and lowered his brows. “What?”
    “I can’t smile at you?” She was having a total surreal moment, naked with Hunter, in his bed, wrapped up in his arms and having sex with him.
    It was, in a word, insane.
    And something she never, ever expected to happen, even if she’d nurtured a crush on him for months. Even after that one fateful night at the pub when they kissed.
    She still had never expected this.
    Slowly his lips curved upward in the most luscious, beautiful smile. Dipping his head, he kissed her, soft and sweet, sending a scattering of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Within her body she felt him swell, and she tilted her hips, urging him into a slow, sensual glide.
    It only lasted for minutes. He was too close, as was she. Again, and she couldn’t believe it. Had a man ever made her come three times in one night?
    No. She’d certainly remember a feat such as that.
    Soon their bodies were slapping together as they raced toward their climax. She came first, a smaller one, not as intense as the previous two but still deliciously wondrous. Hunter held back, the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief, his splayed hands braced on the mattress, resting on either side of her head. Everything about him was tense, and she smoothed her hands down his front, tangling her fingers in the scant chest hair that grew between his pecs.
    “Don’t hold back, Hunter,” she urged just before she lifted up and pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. His heart raced beneath her lips, and a secret smile curled her mouth. She did that to him, made his heart race, made him desperate to hold on to his control when he was so close to falling apart and letting go.
    She was glowing. Positively glowing at the realization.
    “God,” he moaned as he pumped furiously