Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line #4)(44)

When his index and middle fingers rubbed over her clit, Ailish’s thighs shot together, her moan echoing among the trees. “You don’t seem that concerned about it,” she managed.

“You don’t think so?” Having found her atrociously wet, Henrik pushed those two fingers inside her with a satisfied grunt. “I am concerned, Ailish. But right now, I’d let the world burn to get my cock inside this tight hole. I’d let it go to f*cking ashes, that’s how hot I am to come inside of it.” He shoved his fingers deeper without warning, putting Ailish so off balance he had to steady her with his body. “Christ, I don’t even have a condom to protect you with.” His tone was agonized, but aroused. So aroused. “How can I do this?”

“I’m on the pill,” she gasped, her head tossing on his muscular shoulder as her inner walls clenched around his touch. “OhhhGodsogood.”

Her permission made something inside him give way. She could feel it happen in real time, answering deep in her middle. “I’m clean for you, baby. Tell me you know that,” Henrik muttered thickly, his fingers working in and out, jostling her clit in the process.

“Yes.”

His groan shook her. “It’s going to be my dick this time. And I’m going to be mean about it, you understand? I wanted to go slow, but you ran. You ran.” Henrik exhaled in a rush above her head. “I must be one of the bad men, baby, because now that I’ve caught you, I just want to please that * until you’re docile enough to stay the hell put. Next time I say I’m handling shit, I want you to part your thighs, smile, and ask me if I want a quick f*ck first.”

Ailish’s mouth dropped open on a gasp. No one had ever spoken to her in such a base, sexual manner…and she loved it. Being the key to this giant man’s gratification, to the point he didn’t spare a thought for the world going up in flames around them, sent her on a high so glorious she never wanted to come down. Even though her body was still fully clothed, she felt naked and bathed in blistering sunshine, pressure building between her legs where Henrik’s fingers milked in and out, the heel of his hand beginning to grind on her sensitive nub between drives. “Tell me,” she husked. “Tell me you’re handling—”

“I’m handling shit,” Henrik growled right up against her ear.

She didn’t know whether Henrik spun her around or if she turned to face him in dire need of seeing his face, but when they locked gazes, pockets of lust seemed to explode in the atmosphere, landing on their skin with a sizzle. “If my hands were free right now, I would rip your stupid shirt off,” she breathed, shocking herself. Henrik, too, if his lifted eyebrow was any indication. He sauntered the last remaining step between them, took hold of the T-shirt’s hem and lifted it over his head, giving her an up close view of squeezing abdomen muscles, the sexy, shifting patterns they made beneath his skin.

“Thank y-you.”

“Stop being so goddamn adorable, Ailish.” He twisted both hands in the sides of her shorts and yanked them down to the forest floor, along with her underwear, his gaze devouring the sight of her exposed center. “I said you were getting it mean. Being cute won’t save you.”

Her pulse clamored through her veins, antsy for more touching. More of his hands. His mouth. Anything she could get. When Henrik lifted Ailish’s shirt to expose her breasts, his fingertips grazed the swell of her cleavage, nearly buckling her knees. “More, please. Touch me.”

“I’ll remind you about asking for more”—he tugged her bra down, allowing her breasts to bounce free—“when you’re screaming for me to pull out.”

“I can’t wait that long.”

Looking suddenly agonized, Henrik slapped a hand over her mouth. “Cute.”

She kissed his palm. Then licked it, side to side.

With a low curse, Henrik pulled his hand away, but held it in the air while working the button and zipper of his pants, shoving the garment to his ankles, along with his boxers. Then he took the hand she’d licked and used it to lubricate his erection, watching her as he stroked. Hunger for his taste flared to life in Ailish’s belly, so intense she started to kneel, but Henrik caught her under the arm, hauling her body upright. “Oh no. That mouth might be the only thing in the world that could make me forget how badly I need to f*ck you.”

Ailish had no time to prepare for Henrik wrapping an arm around her hips and lifting her body up against his bulk, flattening her breasts against his pecs. Her body moving on instinct to get as close to its pleasure source as possible, Ailish’s legs shot up around his waist, granting her the first experience of his plump arousal slipping through her naked female flesh. “Oh my God,” she whimpered, head falling back on her shoulders. “I need you.”

She felt Henrik’s hand moving beneath her backside, then his erection was being guided back and forth, dragging over her clit, teasing, testing. “You need this, Ailish?” He took a drag of her mouth, pulling her bottom lip away with him before freeing it. “Tell me how I’m going to give it to you.”

“Mean,” she whispered, hyperaware of her bound hands, not being able to touch him when he was so beautiful. Unfair.

“That’s right.” Henrik pushed his hard flesh up against Ailish’s entrance and loosened his grip on her body, allowing her to slide down and take a portion of his arousal. “There you go,” he grated, his breath accelerating. “Take a couple inches and earn the rest.”