Risking it All (Crossing the Line, #1)(34)

And felt like he’d been cold-cocked.

Lust. It expanded her pupils and blocked out all the beautiful chocolate brown. Her face flushed red, lips swollen and parted. Her nipples were sharp points pressing against her thin shirt; her thighs squeezed together on and off, on and off. The sight was so goddamn stunning, it sent his already-pounding heart into overdrive. It filled him with wild determination, purpose.

Give her pleasure. Give her relief.

When he wedged his hips between her thighs, she moaned so loudly, so impatiently, he couldn’t help but match it. Her pain equaled his pain. Her pleasure, his pleasure.

She was mine before. Mine doesn’t even begin to cover it now.

He ran a hand down between their bodies and cupped her *, growling when he found the material of her tights damp. “Ah, sweetheart. Did you get wet while sucking me off?” Using the heel of his hand, he ground circles into her heat, his dick getting hard again from watching her hips writhe. “You have any idea how good you are with that mouth?”

He leaned down and kissed her gently, knowing it would frustrate her into deepening it. She did. Fuck yes, she did.

“Those lips are the best f*ck I’ve ever had. But not for long. Isn’t that right, Sera? We both know it’s only a matter of time before I’m pounding the purity right out of you.”

Without waiting for a response, he yanked the tights down her legs and threw them across the room. He said a prayer of thanks when she ripped her shirt over her head, revealing a black bra and tiny matching panties. Jesus. He could barely handle her fully clothed.

Half naked? It hurt to look at her.

“Bowen, please. I need something to stop the hurt.”

The fact she didn’t even know what she needed set off an odd burn in his chest, but it also filled him with hot, pumping anticipation at the idea of showing her. “I know what you need, but that’s not what I’m about to give you. I’ll always give you more than you need, Sera. Every time.”

He peeled the scrap of underwear down her legs, his vision fraying around the edges when he finally saw her uncovered *. Mine. It’s mine. She’s mine.

Mine.

His

instincts

were

screaming at him to pin her down, spread her open, and f*ck her. But he couldn’t let the urges win. After what she’d given him, he owed her pleasure.

Still, this need to claim her in some way had him reaching for his thinnest paintbrush. He dipped it in purple paint and brought it to her lower belly.

Knowing she couldn’t wait much longer, he wrote his name quickly, but clearly.

Bowen.

It

might

be

insignificant

compared to how he wanted to mark her as his own, but it would have to do for now.

He tossed the paintbrush aside, blowing on the drying paint as he ran his hands up the insides of her smooth thighs. When they met at the sweetest part of her, he ran a knuckle down her seam to find her wet. His cock surged against his belly, his body begging to be inside her, to use the wetness to his advantage. Instead, he pushed his middle finger into her tight heat, groaning at how little room he had to move it.

In the hopes that kissing her would remind him to go slow, he crawled up her body, sinking into a kiss as he fingered her. “Let me ask you a question, baby. What kind of dickless morons have you been around your whole life that not one of them made a play for you?

For this?” He added a second finger, pushing a little deeper than before. “Not that I wouldn’t want to end their miserable lives for them right now if they had.”

Finally, he’d loosened her up enough that he could massage her G-spot with his middle finger. “All-girls’ school,”

she gasped, her hips jerking off the floor.

“Do that again.”

Bowen obliged, keeping his fingers working between her legs as his open mouth skated across her cleavage. “You like that, don’t you? I haven’t even touched your clit yet.”

“Maybe you sh-should?”

“Not yet.” He moved back down her body, his tongue licking a path along her shuddering stomach, circling her belly button. “My tongue wants the first stroke.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he grew impatient to do exactly as he’d said. Losing his battle to be gentle, he shoved her thighs wide, taking a moment to look her over. Memorize the moment.

Her back was arched off the floor, her eyes on him wide and trusting, hips shifting with the need he’d built with his fingers. What had he called her when they met? A stunner? How f*cking inadequate. He didn’t have words to describe her. She glowed. She’d somehow fallen out of the sky and landed in this unworthy place, with an unworthy man.

He threw her legs over his shoulders, lowered his head, and took the first delicious taste of her. Firming his tongue, he licked up her center and went right to work, worrying her sensitive bundle of nerves. Fast, slow, fast, slow.

She liked it both ways, begging for one, then the other. Her fingers pulled frantically in his hair, making him even hotter to get her off.

“Bowen. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He worked two fingers into her, never pausing in the worshipping of her clit.

Already she was beginning to tighten up, contracting around his fingers. One suck of her nub into his mouth, a pinch of her flesh between his lips, and she went flying, screaming his name in a way he knew he’d replay every damn day of his life. He’d never seen anything like her, the honesty that twisted her body, blanketed her beautiful face. She climaxed with every part of herself, wringing each drop free as if it might be the last time she experienced it.