Risking it All (Crossing the Line, #1)(52)

Between her thighs, she could feel him pressing at her entrance, thick and huge.

“Give it.” He snatched the condom out of her hand, ripping it open with his teeth. His gaze burned into hers as he rolled it on in one smooth motion. “Let’s get me inside you before I f*cking die.

How does that sound?”

She nodded shakily. “Good.”

Bowen’s hands went back to their death grip on the headboard and she took him in her hand once more. His jaw went slack as she squeezed him once, twice. “Rub me against your clit, baby. I own that spot, don’t I? Use me to touch it.”

Her thighs shook as she followed his instructions, shallow breaths echoing in her ears. It only took a matter of seconds for the emptiness to take up residence in her belly. That need to be filled she’d always experienced with him. “I can’t…

I want—”

“I know what you want. Take it.”

Need him as close as possible. Need all of him. Not giving herself a second longer to psyche herself out, she pushed the head past her entrance and sank down with one hard push. A shockwave of pain reverberated through her, making her cry out.

“FUCK.” Bowen threw his head back on the pillow, neck and arm muscles straining. He slammed the headboard against the wall with his hands, nostrils flaring as he sucked in several deep breaths. “Christ, Sera,” he grated. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Hmm.” She tried to answer his question, but her sole focus was the gradual lessening of pain. The worst was beginning to dull, leaving behind only the pressure of him inside her, the need to test the feeling. Slowly, she circled her hips, gasping when her clitoris grazed the base of his erection.

Pleasure sizzled across her nerve endings. “Oh, G-God. I think I can move now.”

“Good girl.” A low, primal groan broke from his lips. “Find where it feels good and I’ll find a way to make it better for you. You trust me?”

“Yes.” When she leaned forward and braced her hands on either side of his head, more of the discomfort fled. Her lips hovered just above Bowen’s as she rocked her hips up and back, grinding down where their bodies joined. In the beginning it felt good…then it started to feel great. The pressure stopped feeling like a hindrance to her movements as she worked her sensitive flesh against his, finding the perfect angle. Beneath her, Bowen watched her under heavy eyelids, his body flexing with the effort to keep his hold on the headboard. He looked ready to shatter and for some inexplicable reason, that turned her on even more. She wanted to shatter him.

Wanted them to shatter together. She planted her hands on his chest and increased her pace, bucking her hips one minute and circling slowly the next.

“Fuck. I have to touch you.” One hand left the headboard to grab hold of her bottom, goading her into moving faster.

With the other, he reached between their writhing bodies to stroke her clitoris with his thumb. She cried out as a tightening in her abdomen started, working its way lower, encompassing her thighs and the suddenly needy place between them. “Don’t stop, Sera. Give it up to me. Give it up.”

Instinct took over, making it her mission to find out where this ache ended. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt, stronger than any pleasure she’d found on her own. She was suspended over the edge of release, but felt suddenly unsure about taking the leap.

This would change something inside her.

She could feel that with perfect certainty, yet she couldn’t deny it, either.

Her confusion escaped in the form of a whimper.

Bowen jackknifed into a sitting position, as if propelled by her chaotic thoughts. His mouth found hers for a hard kiss, the rough hand on her backside forcing her to slow down. “Hey, you look at me. I don’t know where you went, but get the hell back here. Now.

You don’t get to drive me out of my mind, then disappear. I’ll drag you back kicking and screaming.”

Having his warmth pressed against her, his mouth so close, sent reassurance pouring over her, bringing with it a renewed heat. Even the course, blunt way he spoke to her boosted her confidence and once again, she started to roll her hips, desperate to find the edge again. His answering groan sizzled through her bloodstream.

“I’m driving you out of your mind?”

she whispered.

“You like hearing that, don’t you?” He bit her bottom lip and tugged. “Does it make you hot to know how f*cked up I am over you? Over this *?”

Her hips pumped faster, of their own accord. “Yes.”

Bowen wrapped her hair in his fist and tugged her close, so he could speak against her ear, hot breath sending a shiver down her neck. “You don’t f*ck like no virgin, Sera. You don’t get on your knees like one, either.” He leaned back slightly, thrusting up into her at a new angle that made her head spin. His expression was pure lust, the filthy kind that she didn’t realize she’d been craving. “If you weren’t choking the hell out of my cock, I wouldn’t believe it.

You a natural, baby? A tight little natural?”

She moaned loudly and let her head fall back. The need for relief came charging back, her mind going blank except for Bowen and the promise that he could provide it. She arched her back and widened her thighs, riding up and down on his slick, rigid length. One calloused hand palmed her breasts, squeezing, before his greedy mouth found her nipples. He growled as he licked and sucked, sending the final dart of pleasure through her she needed to climax. It felt like drowning and being rescued at the same time. Not being able to breathe, but somehow her lungs had never been so full. Bowen’s hands on her backside urged her to ride it out fast and hard, as he drove himself up high and deep with forceful thrusts, making her scream.