Risking it All (Crossing the Line, #1)(24)

body

seeming

to

spasm

simultaneously.

“Bowen.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.” He cupped her jaw and tilted it, so she was looking up at him. “You say my name when you come now, don’t you? Every time from now on. Again.”

“Bowen,” she panted. Before she’d fully formed the word, he’d reversed their positions, settling himself on the step with her straddling his thighs. With her legs spread, she knew the dampness he’d created was visible on her underwear. Maybe after what had just happened,

modesty

was

a

little

ridiculous, but she attempted to pull her skirt down anyway.

“Don’t even think about it. It makes me hot as f*ck to see what I did to you.”

He smoothed his palms over her breasts, then yanked her tank top and bra down in one swift, almost angry motion, exposing her to his eyes. She’d never shown a man her naked breasts before, but had always wondered what it would be like.

Her fantasies didn’t compare to the lust on Bowen’s face. His eyelids dipped as though he couldn’t hold them up, tongue snaking out to wet his lips. “I can’t have your *, but I’m going to make these mine. Right now.” He gripped his arousal and began to stroke. “Play with your nipples, Sera. Tease me.”

Seeing how she affected him made her feel so desirable in that moment. Their surroundings had faded into nothingness, leaving only Bowen and his deep, hypnotic voice. She traced her fingers up her

rib

cage

slowly,

excitement

blooming once more as she watched his mouth fall open, letting out a groan. As she’d only ever done by herself, she pinched her nipples, tugging them a little between her thumb and forefinger.

Between their bodies, the pace of his stroking accelerated along with his harsh breaths.

“Tell me you wish I’d f*ck you,” he demanded. “Tell me you want it bad.”

“I…”

“Say it, baby.” He sucked in a breath, eyes beginning to look glassy. “We both know it’s true.”

He was right. She did want him. In a way that startled her. But once she said it out loud she wouldn’t be able to take it back. Still, the words climbed her throat, wanting to escape. She desperately wanted to see him climax. To be the reason he lost control. Let go, Sera. Just once.

Keeping her gaze locked on him, she squeezed her breasts tight, then let them fall out of her hands and bounce. “I wish you’d f*ck me.” She leaned down, bringing their mouths close. “I want it so bad, Bowen.”

“Oh, God.” His body reared up, hips pumping, a growl erupting from his throat. He worked his length up and down so fast his hand became a blur, then she felt warmth between them, coating her throat and breasts. It shouldn’t have turned her on or filled her with feminine pride, but it did. Seeing the physical result of her touch, her voice, it made her feel powerful. Sexy.

Two feelings she’d never experienced until now. With Bowen.

When his body stopped shuddering, he looked at her through hooded eyes that coasted

down

her

body

with

appreciation. Then stopped. As if a switch had been flipped inside him, he jerked upright and began wiping her off with his T-shirt.

“Dammit. You make me crazy, Sera.

You know that?” Color still high on his cheekbones, he shot her a look, half disbelief, half amusement. “By the way, I didn’t think you’d actually say it.”

Heat crept up her neck. “It worked, didn’t it?”

His lips tipped into a smile. “Yeah, Ladybug. It worked.” He dropped his Tshirt, then leaned forward to press a kiss to her mouth. “What the hell am I going to do with you?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

Just then, the door at the top of the stairs began creaking open. In a split second’s time, Bowen wrapped his arms around her and jerked her into a protective hold. With her face pressed against his throat, she felt his neck turn to see who’d interrupted them. When she heard Connor’s familiar voice, she sagged into Bowen.

“Jesus, Driscol. Control yourself, huh?”

He only drew her closer. “What do you want?”

“A couple of Hogan’s guys just walked in. I don’t think it would be wise if they saw you two coming out of here together.” Bowen tensed at Connor’s warning. After a moment, Connor added, “They’re not going to care that you just came down here to mess around.”

Keeping her blocked from Connor’s view, he tried to fix her clothing, but she slapped his hand away and did it herself.

After giving her a look, he relented and pulled his own T-shirt back on, seemingly

unconcerned

about

the

dampness at the hem. “Do you have a suggestion or did you just come down here hoping to get an eyeful?”

Connor snorted. “There’s another staircase leading to the hatch we use for deliveries. Down the hallway, past the office. Use it.”

They were already on their feet, moving down the stairs.

“Thank you, Connor,” she said, pausing at the bottom, watching a silent communication pass between him and Bowen.

Connor nodded. “Listen, Driscol?”