Risking it All (Crossing the Line, #1)(51)

When he pulled away to draw air, she got a split-second glimpse of his frenzied expression before he dived back in, kissing her with enough force to knock her back a step. She kept the momentum going, relieved when he followed her progress toward the bed, never letting up on his assault of her mouth. Using what little functioning brainpower she had left, Sera shoved the jeans

down

his

hips,

excitement

drumming through her when he stepped out of them.

She fell back onto the bed in time to watch him strip his shirt over his head.

The action left his hair standing on end, creating such a mind-numbingly sexy effect, she had to press her legs together to ease the throb. Such a hefty amount of danger radiated from him, a Hail Mary involuntarily popped into her head before she shoved the prayer aside. No room for that here. Not with this gorgeous man staring down at her as if he were deciding exactly where to start.

She’d only just reached out for him when he fell on her with a harsh curse, wedging his hips between her thighs and finding her mouth again. “Same as last time, okay?” His Brooklyn accent had grown thicker. “I get to pretend I’m f*cking your tight-as-hell * and you get to come inside those lily-white panties. Ready for it, baby?”

“No.” The word burst past her lips. If he started doing this his way, she would get lost. He needed to be inside her. The way she felt about him made anything less feel like a sham. Something unworthy of them. Bowen looked down at her, sweat dotting his forehead, as if he couldn’t believe she’d put the brakes on, but when she reached down and started to peel off her panties, recognition dawned.

“Ah, please. Come on, sweetheart, don—” A savage shout erupted from his lips when the length of his erection slipped against her naked core. He shifted his hips as if he had no choice, working himself closer. “Jesus. Jesus Christ. You get so wet. All for me.

Right, Sera? Say it.”

“All for you.” Sensing him about to give in, she found his ass with her hands and hauled him closer, the friction making them both cry out. “I’m all for you. Have me, Bowen.”

His strong arms shook on either side of her, perspiration beading on his shoulders. “Please,” he growled through clenched teeth. “I can’t hold out. Need to f*ck you so bad. So hard.”

“Yes.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, using all her strength to bring him close. “I want you to.”

He pressed their damp foreheads together, warm breath fanning her face.

“The idea of hurting you makes me crazy,” he said in a harsh whisper. “I’ve got a little too much crazy in me already tonight. I don’t think I could go easy. I know I can’t.”

“Bowen.”

Her

fingers

threaded

themselves through his hair. “You’re hurting me more by saying no.”

The flare in his eyes told her he didn’t like hearing that. Hated it, possibly. A beat passed where she could practically see the wheels spinning in his head.

Then he kissed her hard once and reversed their positions. She went from flat on her back to straddling his waist, looking down at the most breathtakingly handsome, insanely complicated man she’d ever met. His cheekbones were high with color, slate-colored eyes blazing with lust.

“It has to be this way, Sera. Otherwise you’ll end up with your ankles behind my neck, screaming while I pound you.”

His teeth sank into his bottom lip. “And that’s just how it’ll start. When I feel myself coming, I’d hold it back. I’d flip you onto your hands and knees and start all over.” He ran his hands up her rib cage to grasp her breasts. “On second thought, maybe you’d like that. Catholic girls spend a lot of time kneeling already, don’t they?”

Oh, wow. Why wasn’t she taking offense? Why did his taunt only make her infinitely hotter? She planted both hands on his shoulders and slid up his thick erection, then worked her way back down with little writhing motions of her hips. His sharp curses and quick intakes of breath told her he liked it, so she did it again. “I think I like it this way, actually,” she gasped.

He fisted her hair in his hands, dragged her down to his chest to ravage her mouth. “Tell me again that it hurts when I don’t f*ck you. Make it okay for me, Sera.”

“It hurts.” She rubbed her breasts against his muscular upper body. “It hurts.”

Bowen inched them up the bed and grabbed hold of the wrought iron headboard with both hands. “I’m going to stay still as long as I can to let you get used to me. But…ah, baby, I’ll be going crazy for you to ride it hard. Try to move as much as you can, okay?” His hands flexed and tightened in a white-knuckle hold. “There’s no going back after this.

Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want this, Bowen. You.”

His eyes burned. “I can’t go back, either, Sera. Not once I have you.”

She dragged her fingertips down his naked body. Watching for his reaction, she took his hardness in her hands and guided him between her legs, moaning at the slippery contact.

“Wait.” Looking as though he were in severe pain, he jerked his chin toward the bedside table. “Condom. In the drawer. God, please hurry.”

Silently berating herself for not even sparing a thought for protection, she leaned over Bowen and opened the drawer, impatient to get back to touching him. As she drew out a foil packet, his tongue swirled enticingly over her nipple before sucking it hard into his mouth. He drew so deeply on her, she cried out and nearly collapsed. Her hands flew to the headboard for balance, sensation rocketing through her body.