Risk (Gentry Boys #2)(8)

“Do you want something to drink?” I asked.

He cocked his head. “What do you have?”

I thought about it. “Water.”

“I’ll take some of that.”

Tap water in Arizona is hideous and tastes like a public wading pool. I grabbed two glasses and started filling them from the filtered refrigerator line. I was so intent on watching the water rise that I didn’t hear him come into the room until his arms reached around me, his big hands spreading across the front of my body. I had to stop and set the glass down or I would have dropped it on the tile.

His fingers were pressing, kneading and finally ventured lower to cup the hot crevice between my legs. When I leaned back into him I realized he’d already removed his shirt. He was all heat and muscle, so big and broad he enveloped me easily.

When he took his hands from between my legs I let out a low moan of protest. Creed turned me around and backed me against the fridge before searching out my mouth. The heat of his skin was overpowering. I couldn’t wait to feel more of it. He teased my lips with his tongue before going in strong. Damn, that boy knew how to kiss. Creedence kissed in a way that tolerated no argument. The deliberate slide of his tongue was enough to turn me into something a little less solid than jelly. Somehow he’d managed to get my dress unzipped without me even feeling it. He slid the sleeves down and then pulled back a few inches.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, staring down at my body. I’d forgotten that I’d worn the black corset underneath the dress. It smoothed out the lines and flattered my figure. Best of all it was driving Creed berserk. He impatiently pulled the dress the rest of the way down and let it puddle at my feet. Then he flipped on the kitchen light switch and knelt before me, staring at my body with crazed hunger. With the light on I could see full well what an absolute work of art he was. There was a line of black script inked across his upper chest. I couldn’t read what it said. I really didn’t care what it said. I just wanted to run my tongue over every square inch of his skin.

Creed’s hands were everywhere as he remained kneeling. His voice was so thick with lust I knew he couldn’t hold it in for much longer.

“Shit,” he swore, “I knew you were it as soon as I f*cking saw you tonight.”

My back was against the cold door of the fridge and I was shivering underneath his hands. I wanted so badly to see him, to feel him. Creed’s fingers pushed underneath my panties and entered me smoothly. It had been so long since I’d been touched and Creed knew exactly what he was doing. I clenched around his fingers as they moved in and out of my body. I could barely remain standing. My head rolled to the side and that’s when I realized we were basically fornicating in a brightly lit kitchen next to a dark window where anyone could be looking in.

“Let’s go,” I gasped, trying to move him to my bedroom.

But Creed only smiled faintly and stayed where he was. “When you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now,” I moaned. “You know damn well I’m ready.”

Creed took his hands away and stood up. He stayed a few feet away and studied me. With trembling fingers I reached behind my back and began unfastening the corset. He didn’t help with the task. He just watched until it was loose enough to push down. Then his mouth descended on my breasts. Creed wasn’t about being gentle and I loved it. I clutched him behind the neck and spread my hands along the back of his head, pushing him to suck harder, first on one side and then the other. That put Creedence Gentry over the top. He groaned with a muffled curse and lifted me in his arms, carrying me through the first dark doorway he found. Luckily it was my room, although at the moment I was so focused on getting him inside of me I wouldn’t have had any qualms about using Stephanie’s bed.

Creed paused at the threshold, searching along the wall.

“What is it?” I panted.

“Lights.”

I found the switch and the overhead lamp lit up the room. “You afraid of the dark?”

“No,” Creed snorted and put me down, backing me into the nearest wall. My breasts were completely bare and instinctively I started to cover them. Creed swiftly pinned my arms on either side. Not enough to hurt, but enough to let me know he was running the show. “Just need to see you.”

“Creed,” I whispered, feeling every inch of his thick erection even through his jeans. “I need to see you too.”

He dropped his pants without hesitation. “You see me now?”

“Yes,” I breathed, transfixed by the sheer size of him as he pushed his thumbs under my panties, stroking me briefly before hooking the waistband and sliding them over my thighs.

Creed already had a condom in hand. He tore off the wrapper and rolled it on matter-of-factly. “Come here.”

He sank into a seated position on the edge of the bed. When I’d first seen him tonight, sitting in the bar all brooding and gorgeous, I’d been jolted by the forbidden thought of how it would feel to straddle him. Now I knew. It was easy. He slid right into me without a pause. I gasped and clutched his shoulders as he seized me around the waist so he could thrust hard and deep.

“Holy shit,” I yelled as every nerve in my body woke up and howled ‘Where the hell has this been?’ We’d barely started and I was already on the verge of shattering. “Creed,” I gasped, “Goddammit to hell.”