Risky (Torn Between Two Lovers #2)(18)

“Mine,” Trace demanding as he lifted his head from my breast.

At that moment, he owned my body, could do anything he wanted to me as long as he satisfied the excruciating ache inside me. “Yes,” I agreed.

Slowly, his mouth explored the valley between my breasts, and he tongued his way down my belly. I thrust my hands in his hair roughly, pulling on the strands as my hips lifted, frustrated by the denim between us as I tried to get friction where I needed it most.

His hands tore at the zipper of my jeans, as though he was desperate to get me bared to his hungry eyes.

I lifted my ass as he yanked at my jeans, taking the tiny pink panties down my legs along with my pants.

“Jesus, Eva. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said hoarsely, reverently.

I’d never considered myself beautiful. At best, I thought I managed to be mildly attractive. But for one second, one instant, I let myself believe him. Immersing myself in his wild gaze, my breath stopped in my lungs and I was trapped in his intensely beautiful eyes, wishing I’d never get free.

A moan escaped my lips as he spread my legs wide, placing one of my calves over the back of the couch, and the other on the floor. When I was completely open to him, his fingers traced the lips of my *.

“You’re wet,” he rasped.

“Yes.” It wasn’t like I could deny it. The dewy moisture coating his fingertips was positive proof of how much I needed him.

“I love seeing you like this. You need me. It shows in your eyes.”

It was obvious that he needed me, too. His gaze broke from mine, and he looked down to where his fingers were playing.

“I do need you. Fuck me, Trace. Please.” I didn’t care if I was begging.

His fingers delved through my cleft, and his thumb did a tantalizing circle around my clit.

“I plan on it, sweetheart. But I’m getting addicted to watching your face. I want to see it when you come.”

His words set my body off like a human firecracker, electrical waves sizzling from every nerve ending.

“Touch me.” I needed him to stop teasing me.

“I can do better than that. I have to taste you.”

In the moment it took to process what he was saying, he’d slid down on the couch and lowered his mouth to my core so it could join his teasing fingers.

Unable to stop myself, I screamed his name as his ravenous mouth invaded my *, licking, sucking greedily like he never wanted to stop.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” I was chanting the same mantra, stunned by the sensation of his mouth feasting on me, his tongue replacing his finger on my clit.

I could hear the sound of my own wetness as he buried his lips, nose and tongue in my core. He tasted, teasing, and then flicked the tiny bundle of nerves that needed his attention, driving my need to the point of insanity.

“Trace. Oh, God. Please. Make me come now.” I yanked on his hair, then urged his face to my *, letting him know how desperate I really was.


My body tensed unbearably, and I arched my back in agony.

I climaxed on a pitiful, loud, incoherent moan, babbling about how good he made me feel. Waves of ecstasy overwhelmed my senses, and I had no choice but to ride them as Trace lapped at my orgasm like he was trying to savor every drop.

My hands fisted in his hair as I hung on, helpless against the spasms that exploded from my body while Trace wrung every drop of pleasure from me that he could get.

I had achieved release, but I wasn’t sated. I watched as he got up and tore off his jeans and boxer briefs, setting his engorged cock free.

I was a bit daunted as I stared at him, but I wanted him inside me worse than I’d ever wanted anything else in my entire life.

Trace fumbled in his wallet and tore out a condom, rolling it on in what I was sure had to be record time.

He came down between my open thighs and kissed me. I sighed into his mouth as our bare skin finally met and slid together, creating a sense of closeness that had my body starting to burn all over again.

My taste was on his lips, and that spurred me on. Right now, he was mine. I loved the fact that my scent was on him everywhere.

Tearing his lips from mine, he started a trail of open-mouthed kisses down my neck.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded gruffly.

I obeyed, loving the feel of him trapped between my legs.

The feel of his cock straining for entrance into my body consumed me. I flinched as he pressed harder, trying to breech me.

“Fuck! You’re as tight as a virgin, Eva,” he said, his voice graveled and desperate.

“Trace, I am a virgin.” Maybe I should have told him before, but I didn’t want him to stop.

“Shit! Why the f*ck didn’t you tell me?” His expression was fierce, his stare accusing.

“Fuck me. It doesn’t matter.” I lifted my hips, wanting him buried inside me.

“It sure as hell does matter. Hold on to me. I can’t stop.”

I was already running my hands over his damp skin, caressing his back. I stopped and grasped his shoulders. “Do it. Please.”

Surging forward with a groan, he pushed his way through any barriers that would keep us apart and buried himself inside me. The pain was momentary and slight compared to the fullness and satisfaction I got from knowing he was connected so intimately to me. My muscles balked, and then gave way to his cock, relaxing as they lovingly enfolded him like a glove.