Risking it All (Crossing the Line, #1)(71)

“Ask for it, now.” He rubbed the smooth head against the seam of her lips.

“Say, please, Bowen. I want you to own my mouth. Make it yours.”

She repeated the words back in a rush.

Not wanting to wait another second to drive him out of his mind, she wrapped her hand around his arousal and guided him into her mouth. She pulled on him deeply, reacquainting herself with his taste, his texture, his size. Above her head, she heard his palms slap down on the floor, putting him on his hands and knees, with only his hardness making contact, dipping into her mouth. It felt illicit and wrong, but she raced toward the promise of a new experience with no fear. Fear didn’t exist with Bowen.

“I’m only going to give you what I know you can take, baby.” His voice sounded like gravel. “Tell me you trust me.”

He lifted himself away long enough for her to answer. “I trust you, Bowen.”

Slowly, he lowered his body again, his rigid length pushing through her lips.

“Fuck, f*ck. I shouldn’t be doing this.

Not with my girl.” He pumped himself into her mouth with shallow thrusts, so much restraint behind them she knew what an effort he made to hold back.

“Oh, God. Make me stop.”

Instead, she tightened her lips around him and urged him deeper with a hand on his ass. Her eyes teared a little when he reached the back of her throat, but she took a deep breath through her nose as he withdrew, and focused on Bowen’s reactions to what she was doing.

Beneath her hands, his muscles flexed; filthy curses fell from his lips every time she sucked him deeper. It only served to drive her need to please higher until she’d taken all of him and he was able to enter her throat fully.

His inner thighs spasmed against her ears as he pushed deep and held. “Oh f*ck, oh f*ck, oh f*ck. You’ve got all of me in that perfect mouth. I can’t…I’m dying.” He drew back and slid himself into her throat again with a choked curse. Then again. And again, until it turned rhythmic. “Eyes on your man while you take it, baby. Show me you want it. Show me you want to be as ruined as I am.”

Ruined. Yes, she wanted to be ruined.

With him. Forever. Keeping their gazes locked, she dug her nails into his thighs and swallowed around his rigid flesh.

His entire body jerked, shuddered. One strong hand slipped on the hardwood floor, forcing him to catch his weight on an elbow, hips never ceasing in their movements.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he said, voice cracking. “Get ready for me, because I am about to f*ck you out of your mind.”

Anticipation went wild in her belly, and she didn’t hesitate to follow his command. Her hand slipped down between her thighs and tugged aside her panties. Dampness greeted her, but she didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. Her body flamed, crying out for relief from the heat that continued to build like an inferno. Bowen pushed into her mouth one final time, and then withdrew with a hissed breath, his erection in his fist.

He dragged himself down her body, removing his shirt as he went to reveal a wall of mouthwatering muscle. Sera had no time to prepare herself before he flipped her over onto her stomach and yanked her hips up, putting them level with his own. She heard the metallic rip of the condom wrapper and a grunt as he rolled on their protection. “Hang on.

This is going to be rough.”

“Yes, I want it. Please.”

In one dizzying movement, he yanked aside her panties and rammed himself deep. He tested the angle once, twice, then drove deep once more. She felt his hands at her knees, yanking her legs wider. “You want it hard? Give me some room to work then, baby.”

A calloused hand gripped the back of her neck, urging her cheek down onto the floor. The position pushed her bottom high in the air, leaving her open to receive his savage thrusts. “Look at you, skirt up around your waist, still wearing your cock-teasing panties while I satisfy that *.”

“Oh, God,” she gasped. Pressure built in her stomach, between her thighs.

Close. So close. “Bowen, please.”

“You like it rough, Sera?” He anchored a fist in her hair and quickened his pace. “Did you think I could give it to you any other way after you let me f*ck your mouth?”

“No. Yes.” Release screamed closer.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He increased his pace with a growl that told her he was close, too. Knowing his edge loomed sent her spiraling, sobbing into the hard floor as pleasure overtook her. He sank deep one final time, shaking against her as he came, a litany of curses echoing through the room.

When she expected him to collapse onto her back, he surprised her by turning her around and gathering her close, so close she could hardly breathe.

His mouth moved in her hair, hands stroking along every inch of her skin.

Twice, she sensed him start to speak, then stop. Finally, he picked her up and settled her into his bed without losing contact. After he disposed of their protection in the bedside wastebasket, they lay there in a sweaty tangle of limbs, regaining their bearings for a time. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep, lulled by the sound of Bowen’s heartbeat knocking in his chest.





CHAPTER


TWENTY-THREE


Seraphina.

Bowen sprang awake in bed, his lungs seizing with the need for oxygen.

Breathe, breathe . No, he wouldn’t allow himself a breath until he touched Sera. His hands tore through the tangle of sheets, searching for her mass of brown hair. No matter that he could feel warm, naked skin pressed against him, after the things he’d dreamed, he needed to get eyes on her.