Risky (Torn Between Two Lovers #2)(39)

I breathed in his masculine scent as I buried my face into his neck. Jesus! How was it that he always made these declarations just when I wanted so much to be indignant?

“You haven’t slept? You’ve been awake?” I lifted my head to look at the clock. It was almost five a.m. I assumed some hours had passed since I’d woke up from my nightmare.

“No. I know I did the right thing, but I feel like an *. It obviously disturbed you.”

“It was just a bad dream. My issue is that you didn’t talk to me. I had a right to know.”

“If had told you, would you have met with Nora?”

I was quiet for moment before replying, “I don’t know. But I should have been given the option. I’ve had my choices taken away from me for years, Trace. Do you know what it’s like to be given no basic choices, to be told when to sleep, when to eat, when to work, when to take a pee, for God’s sake?”

Deep in my heart, I knew he hadn’t made the decision to be in control, even though he was a control freak. He’d done it because he’d known that I’d refuse to see Mrs. Mitchell. Honestly, I did know that would have been my choice. I would have shied away from that part of my life because all I wanted to do was forget it.

“I didn’t think about that, Eva.”

I rolled my eyes in the still-dark room. To give him credit, I did assume he was thinking about it now.

“It would be Hell,” he decided.

“It was worse than that. It was dehumanizing.” My experience was the reason I still didn’t quite know who I was or where I fit into the world. I’d never had the chance to find out. “I doubt you’ve ever lost control.”

Trace had always been in the situation to decide his own destiny. I hadn’t. Ever.

He rolled onto his back and pulled my upper body on top of his chest. As he situated my head on his chest, he answered unhappily, “Not until I met you.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I wondered if he was saying I could make him lose control. I’d never really seen it, but I’d like to. “So you’re human after all, Mr. Walker,” I teased, my irritation starting to fade.

“So it seems,” he said drily.

He’d made a hard decision, and although I didn’t agree with what he’d done, Trace had picked the most difficult option because he thought it would be best for me. I could forgive him. After all, nobody had ever cared about me enough to even bother themselves to think about my welfare.

I stroked a hand across his chest, savoring the feel of his warm skin over hardened muscle. Then, I let my hand smooth slowly over his abdomen until I could run a finger along the light trail of hair that led to what I already knew was an impressive cock. I smiled as I wrapped my hand around him, not surprised that he was more than a handful.

“Eva. Don’t start anything,” he rasped bossily.

“Why?” I answered innocently as I stroked him, fascinated by the feel of the soft head of his penis, and the satiny skin stretched over his hard phallus. “You feel incredible.”

I’d never groped a guy before, and I was enjoying the feel of Trace.

“I’ll lose it,” he groaned desperately.

Hell, that was the whole point. I wanted him out of control for once. “I’ll make you come,” I promised, even though I had no idea whether I could do it or not.

“Fuck!”

His needy curse convinced me to try. There was nothing I wanted more than to taste his pleasure. I moved my mouth down his body, dragging my tongue along his tight abs, delighting at the salty taste of his skin.

Boldly, I kicked the covers down to the bottom of the bed, and moved my mouth to his engorged cock. I licked the mushroom head, and I moaned softly at the taste of the droplet of moisture I swallowed. It was the essence of Trace, and he was absolutely delicious.


I didn’t care when he grasped my hair. “I need you to take me into your mouth, Eva.” His voice was already desperate and demanding.

“You need me?” I asked, wrapping my hand tighter around the root of his cock. I wanted to hear the same thing he did when he’d been pleasuring me.

“More than I’ve ever f*cking needed anything.” His voice was low and feral, scratchy and hoarse.

My heart soared, and that was all I wanted to hear. I wrapped my lips around his cock and took as much of him between my lips as I could handle.

I might be unskilled and inexperienced, but it wasn’t like I hadn’t heard and read about sex acts for years. I tightened my lips around him and sucked as I pulled back, only to have him push my head forward to take him again almost immediately.

I let him tutor me this time, use his grip on my hair and the strength of his hand to tell me what he wanted. And Trace wasn’t shy.

“Suck me harder, Eva. Fuck! I’m not going to last.”

He set a brutally fast pace, his hips coming up to f*ck my mouth as his hand pressed my face forward. The entire experience was carnal and raw, and I cherished every untamed moment of him as he cursed and groaned his approval.

“Christ. You’re making me crazy, Eva. I’m going to come like a f*cking horny teenager.” He sounded like he was struggling to breathe.

I didn’t care how he came, I just wanted it to happen. I wanted to give him the same ecstasy I’d experienced a short time ago.