Risking it All (Crossing the Line, #1)(41)

Her breath rushed out. “Yes. I want to.”

“Loved how I tasted, didn’t you?” He placed a hand on the inside of her knee, drawing slow patterns with his fingers.

“Don’t worry, you’ll taste it again soon.

If I wasn’t dying to touch between your legs, I’d put you on your knees right now and tell you to open your mouth for it.”

Her bare thighs rested on his, so when he spread his legs, the space between her legs widened, too, giving him ample access. He could tell having her legs open wide excited her; the hips suddenly writhing in his lap told him so.

“Quit it, baby,” he growled at her neck. “I’m already f*cking insane for you. Don’t make it worse.”

“Touch me, please.”

Christ, he couldn’t deny her anything under normal circumstances, but when she begged in that husky voice, the need to please her became his sole mission in life. His hand traveled the remaining distance to the barrier of her panties, cupping her and squeezing once. She moaned and tossed her head back to rest on his shoulder, thighs flexing on top of his. He opened his mouth against her ear and breathed with her, his fingers slipping beneath the cotton of her underwear.

What he found made his cock swell painfully in his jeans. “Jesus. How long has your * been this wet?”

“I-I don’t know.”

His tongue teased her earlobe. “Who made it wet?”

“You.” She whimpered. “You did.”

“Why? How?” He didn’t ask out of vanity. No, he needed to know so he could keep doing it. Find out what turned her on and become the only one who did it right. He expected her to say the way you touch me. Or it happens when you kiss my neck. But he never expected the actual answer she gave.

“You don’t have to do anything.” Lust-drugged eyes met his as she lifted her hands, sliding her fingers into his hair.

“It’s just you. Being with you.

Everything about you does this to me.”

His heart rate skyrocketed, pounding furiously against his rib cage, trying to free itself so it could lie bleeding at her feet. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. She’d opened a hole in his chest and if he thought too hard about what she’d said, it might bury him alive.

“Tell me I’m your man, Sera,” he demanded.

“You’re my man,” she rasped, rocking her hips. “Please, Bowen.”

“I love turning you into a little beggar.” He hated himself for needing to make this about sex, but it couldn’t be helped. That was where his confidence lay. Not in beautiful words or promises.

The things she deserved. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he traced her damp seam with his middle finger. “What were you thinking about? That day at the beach, looking at those shirtless motherf*ckers?”

“I…nothing. I don’t know.”

“Nothing?” Bowen knew his jealousy was irrational. It didn’t matter. Every emotion amplified itself where she was concerned. “Were you hoping they’d try to get under your hiked-up uniform skirt?

Were you hoping they’d do this?” He pushed his middle finger past her entrance, both of them groaning in the enclosed space of the photo booth.

“Answer me.”

“No. I promise.”

He pumped his finger in and out slowly. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, Sera?”

Frantically, she shook her head.

“Who’s the only one who gets under your skirt?”

“You. Just you.”

“That’s right.” He started rolling his hips in time with his fingers, the weight of her gorgeous ass on his lap driving him crazy. If she weren’t a virgin, he would be balls-deep right now. No question. She’d be feeling every inch of his frustration. Knowing he didn’t have much longer before he lost his tenuous hold on control, he brushed his thumb over her clit, making her moan. “Who touches you here?”

“Y-ou do, Bowen.” Her thighs clenched around his hands. “Oh, God.”

He turned his head and captured her mouth in a wild kiss. A kiss so raw and sexual, it shattered something inside him.

Fire licked over his skin, engulfing him until he couldn’t see his way free. He ached. He ached so bad. For more.

Everything. Touching her with his hand suddenly wasn’t enough. He needed more. No, no, you can’t. You can’t have her, you bastard. Especially here, like this. But he needed something, needed to get closer. Before he knew his own intentions, he surged off the stool and pushed her against the wall of the photo booth, already tugging the panties down her legs.

“Baby, you trust me?” He barely recognized his own voice. “Please say yes.”

“Yes.”

He’d never seen anything in his life as hot as Sera, hands braced on the wall, underwear around her knees. The sound of the zipper of his jeans being pulled down made her moan and that reaction somehow drove his already blistering need higher. “Push your ass up and spread your legs,” he directed her. “I won’t take you, but when you come I need to feel it where I hurt.”

When her sweet ass perked up, Bowen gave in to the urge to smack it. Would have done it again, but her hands were flexing

impatiently

on

the

wall,