Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line #4)(30)

Fuck. That thought had formed too soon, because his fast little learner wanted to get all of him inside her mouth—at the same time. She choked twice, but wouldn’t stop trying to reach his base. Over and over. Until nothing could stop Henrik from assisting her, pumping his length into the smooth entrance of her mouth. He leaned over her prone body and took two nice handfuls of her ass, squeezing the flesh as he thrust.

“Goddammit yes. You like having your mouth f*cked, baby?” He snatched up Ailish’s hands, crossing her wrists at the small of her back, that submissive position turning up the volume on his lust. “Can you tell how much I love f*cking it, you cock-hungry girl? I’m going to bust like a motherf*cker and it’s all your fault. So greedy and hot and tight. Suck it harder.”

Ailish moaned around his flesh, burying her feet in the bed to push closer, to take more of him. She pulled at his restraining hands, but Henrik refused to release her. Every buck into her mouth made her pretty ass shake, and yeah, that little shudder was going to bring him to the end, sure as shit. Ahhh, then he pictured those hazel eyes looking up at him, determining whether or not he was pleased, and a Goliath tightening occurred beneath his navel.

“I can’t hold on. I can’t…just stay right there.” His head was assaulted with a wave of delirium, his balls trying to climb inside his stomach. “Fuck, f*ck, Ailish. Your mouth is killing me. Just clamp down with those lips, baby…yeahhh. That’s real goddamn good. Feel how bad I want inside you. All the damn time.” He couldn’t pull out yet. It felt too good, so he held his breath and delivered shallow pushes into her waiting mouth, groaning in a voice so foreign, he almost couldn’t recognize it. Have to pull out. Too much inside me for her to take.

Adrenaline and animal instinct combined in a white-hot pool, twisting him down into the vortex they created. With his remaining sliver of clarity, Henrik removed his erupting cock from Ailish’s mouth, held her down on the bed with a fist of red hair…and came on her bare back, as far down as he could reach, roaring his satisfaction until he’d spent himself completely.

When reality surfaced, Henrik realized how punishing his grip was on Ailish’s hair and immediately let go, soothing her scalp with his hand and rasping an apology. They were equally out of breath as Henrik walked to the bathroom and retrieved a towel, cleaning the evidence of his pleasure off her beautiful body upon returning to the room, watching her turn over and stretch out like a contented cat. The bed creaked as Henrik lay down beside her, examining her expression for a hint of what she was thinking.

“I was rough, Ailish.” He trailed his lips down her temple. “There’s an apology dying to get out of me. But I’d have to apologize every time. I’m a big man to begin with, but it’s you, baby. I…need your body to remember mine when we’re done. Need it to feel reminders every time you move. And I need it so damn bad.” His palm molded to her hip, tugged her closer. “If you want me inside your body—if you want me to f*ck you—we might need to work up to it.”

Just when Henrik was about to panic over Ailish’s distant stare, she turned onto her side and spoke. “Um. W-when can we get started on that?”

Wait. Had he heard her right? Yeah…yeah, he had. A smile was pushing free behind her lips, those already-flushed cheeks deepening with even more color. Oh man. The landscape of his insides shifted, like two fault lines parting and relocating after an earthquake. This girl. She was either going to be his reason for living or the reason he died. It was all right there, shining in front of him like a spotlight.

Ailish went up on an elbow, making her tits sway like two tempting pieces of mouthwatering fruit, hidden beneath her shirt. “Henrik?”

Disliking the note of worry in her voice, Henrik leaned in and kissed her mouth, long enough that his cock started to harden again between their bodies, ready for another round. Pulling away from the promise of more Ailish wasn’t easy by any stretch, but they needed to talk. His career and her freedom—possibly her life—were on the line and they needed to be part of the solution together.

He wasn’t ready to tell her about the evidence he’d destroyed. Not quite. His feelings for Ailish had been given far more time to cultivate and strengthen, whereas she’d known him a grand total of two and a half days. He couldn’t risk her backing off when she realized he’d already given up everything. Time and patience were required here. Once they were free of danger and she’d spent more time with him, he’d reveal the full picture and pray she understood. Pray she didn’t resent him for taking away her choice.

“We need to talk, Ailish.”

She tugged on a strand of hair, eyes suddenly evasive. “Okay, but there’s something I need to tell you first.”





Chapter Nine


Pitiful, Ailish. A man gives you a bushel of orgasms and you’re ready to open the dam, allowing every secret to escape. Maybe she should have waited until her feet were on solid ground again, because right now, they were somewhere near the ceiling, performing a languid ballet dance. Wow. Henrik hadn’t apologized for being rough, but it hadn’t been required. Turned out…she liked being treated that way. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, really, after having a penchant for tantalizing men, that when one snapped and took what he needed, it felt like the ultimate payoff.

Ailish wouldn’t kid herself that sex—or as far as they’d gotten—with just anyone would be so mind-blowing. It was Henrik. In the midst of his aggression, there’d been cherishment. And it had been directed both ways. Which had to account for her immediate need to get closer, reveal the things she’d stored inside for so long, with no one to confide in. Now, though, with sweat beginning to cool on her body, the implications of what she wanted to tell Henrik grew like Jack’s beanstalk and wrapped around her neck. What she had to say could change everything.