Risky Play (Red Card #1)(10)

I leaned down and grabbed a condom from my pocket. I wasn’t wearing briefs but I’d at least come prepared.

“Presumptuous?” she said against my mouth.

“Absolutely,” I said honestly as she ground her hips eagerly against me. I groaned when she raked her hands down my chest, her fingernails leaving trails of red all the way to where our bodies were about to join. I hissed in pleasure and grabbed her hair, pulling her body closer to me with one hand, the other placed on her hip.

“This is crazy,” she whispered.

“I love crazy,” I said back.

And our eyes locked again with something I didn’t fully understand, something that told me the universe was giving us a chance, a moment in time, to come clean, to confess before it was too late.

And then the moment shifted.

And she was shifting beneath me.

And I was inside her.

Wondering where she’d been my entire life.

“Oh wow, okay . . .” She gripped my biceps like she was either in extreme pleasure or extreme pain. I stopped moving, letting her body adjust, letting mine slow the hell down.

I slowed my movements, I felt her everywhere, her body sang to me with each pump. I was drunk on her feel, the way she clenched onto me each time I tried to push or pull—she was everywhere and everything. “Hugo . . . faster . . .”

I hated Hugo.

Was gonna kill him off soon.

But not now.

Not when she was clenching tight around me.

Not when she was crying out with each thrust.

Not when my own control finally snapped as I sang praises to Ashley and her quirky mouth and her impulsive kiss.

The high that followed was unparalleled, I reached heaven in her arms, and I vowed to visit again and again and again.





Chapter Seven

MACKENZIE

“You should have told me,” Hugo said in that delicious accent as he stood from the bed and walked naked into the bathroom. I wasn’t a prude, but the fact that he was so free with his body shocked me a bit, even though I’d just touched every inch of it. Even though he’d literally been inside me seconds ago.

The bathroom light illuminated his path back to the bed as he grabbed a warm cloth and rubbed it down my legs. I clenched them together and squeezed my eyes shut only to be on the receiving end of another wonderful kiss that tasted like the Mexican heat with a heavy dose of wine. I licked his lips and relaxed as his hands moved between my thighs.

“Stop clenching,” he whispered against my mouth. “Had I known you were a virgin, I would have . . .”

“You wouldn’t have,” I said softly. “And it’s a long story.”

“A long story that makes absolutely”—he rubbed the cloth between my thighs and then lay down next to me, propping a pillow beneath his head—“no sense.”

I leaned on my elbow, wincing as my fingers caught in my hair, which was a tangled mess. I didn’t even want to know how horrible I looked, but the feeling in my soul? Hot. So hot. I was ready to jump all over his olive skin and kiss my way down his body. “How about I just had a very . . . careful . . . boyfriend?”

“Are you asking me?”

I laughed. “No, I’m telling. It’s not important, though.”

It was important, but something about sharing those intimate details felt far riskier than sex. Maybe I had it all backward, but I wasn’t ready to go there, not yet.

“Hmm.” He flicked my lips with his fingers and then pulled me against his chest until I was on top of him, skin against skin, straddling his legs. “I guess his loss is my gain.”

“Glass half full.” I winked.

He ran a calloused hand over my ass and squeezed. “Absolutely.”

Suddenly nervous, I cleared my throat and waited. I was in completely unfamiliar territory with this stranger. Six months ago I wouldn’t even go on a vacation by myself let alone jump into bed with a guy who could be a potential serial killer.

“What are you thinking about?” His grin was both gorgeous and teasing all at the same time. Where did they make guys like this? Clearly not in the US, but still. His beanie was off, allowing me access to his hair. I tugged a few pieces and then leaned down and brushed a kiss across his lips.

“You know.” I kissed him again. “You should model.”

His lips twitched. “Is that so?”

“Yeah.” I ran my fingers through his hair again and locked onto his golden eyes. “You’d make millions, though you’re clearly not struggling if you booked the penthouse, hmm.”

“Fishing for information?”

“Yeah, but in a passive-aggressive way that sounds more cute than stalker.”

“Or more stalker than cute?” he teased, nipping at my lower lip before bringing it into his mouth and sucking. “How about we kiss . . . we make love—”

He just said make love.

My heart thudded against my chest then started skipping.

“And then we’ll just do it over again . . .” he whispered in my ear. “That is, if you aren’t too sore and tired.”

“I’m ready.” I said it so fast I nearly crawled under the bed and disappeared.

His eyes almost closed completely as he slid a hand down my ass and then found my core. I jerked in surprise.