Worth the Risk(68)

He wanted to cuddle her and at the same time was so hard he was near combustion. Wanted to reassure her and guard her and run his mouth over every inch of her sinfully sexy body. A man who never lost control, always thinking clearly either of the pleasure he was giving or receiving unless he was too drunk to think about anything. But now, with Hannah, he was stone-cold sober and completely lost.

His fingers tightened on her hip and he rested his forehead against hers. “Good God. What are you doing to me?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered, breathless.

No, he thought, catching his own. She didn’t. She had no fucking idea.

He tightened his hold on her and leaned forward to hit the intercom. “Take the long way.”

“Yes, sir.”

His mouth was on hers again before his driver finished the words. He pulled at the shawl she’d had wrapped around her like a shield and went to work on her neck. Focused on the slide of her smooth skin under his lips, the scent of her, the essence that was Hannah.

With a fingertip, he traced the draping neckline that had teased him since she walked out of the bedroom. His hand shook as he eased it down. His heart followed when he revealed her luscious bare breasts.

“I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress.” She moved to pull it up.

He caught her hand. “I’m not complaining.” And to demonstrate, he rolled one hard nipple between his fingers. A sexy sound vibrated through her when he moved to her other breast, this time using his tongue to tease, his teeth to make her wild. At the same time his hand began a slow journey, beginning at her delicate ankle. He shifted, moved higher, circled her knee, and ran his palm over her inner thigh. “So soft. Why are you so soft?”

Her only answer was a sharp inhale as he brushed two fingers along the damp silk between her legs. He thanked God she didn’t pull away. If anything she shifted closer, and he slipped under the barrier until he found her soft, wet heat.

He’d been with plenty of women, had a longtime girlfriend and fiancée, and still, he couldn’t ever remember being so moved. So consumed. He watched her expression change from surprise to pleasure, watched her head fall back on a sigh telling him he was hitting the mark.

With his arm at her back he pulled her up to feast on each breast. He dampened them with his mouth, then blew lightly. Felt them pebble with chills under his tongue. She shuddered and shifted, arched into his mouth, grinding against his crotch until he almost came.

He pictured laying her out on the seat and burying himself inside her. It would be so easy to rip the scrap of silk aside. He could sate this constant ache, drive home to an explosive release in seconds. But no. Her first time wouldn’t be in the back of a limo. Their first time. Because it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the last.

Street lights danced and soft music he couldn’t focus on mixed with their heavy breathing. He pressed, hit just the right spot. And even as she clenched tight around his fingers, he drove on until she went limp in his arms. Relaxed. Not a hint of tension.

And, like a miracle, she’d taken his as well.





Chapter 29


Neither spoke as they entered the suite. The heavy door closed behind her and Hannah walked to the middle of the room, shocked at what Stephen did to her. Taking her from sick and wishing herself into a hole, to bold and hungry in seconds.

She’d tried to get away from that disgusting man at the party but then he’d grabbed her, his fat fingers digging into her upper arm, and—she hadn’t wanted to dance with him, hadn’t wanted him to touch her. Had she yelled it?

Hot hands came down on her bare shoulders and her pulse jumped before she settled. Stephen, who made her feel safe and secure even as he made everything inside her quake. She heard the brush of fabric just before his jacket landed on the couch to her right. His tie followed, hit the cushion, and slid to the floor.

Warm lips pressed against the sensitive curve between neck and shoulder, held there, and it somehow did more than a thousand kisses. Like everything about Stephen and what he did to her was more. She let her head drop back to his chest.

He tugged the strip of silk from her fingers. “I’m tempted to order up some chocolate mousse, though somehow I don’t think they’ll get here in time.”

His voice rumbled through her and she felt his smile against her skin. Just like that, he chased away her insecurities, made everything right. She’d seen the anger in his eyes, felt the restrained rage in his body. Knew he fought it for her sake.

He smoothed his palms down her arms and back up again. Traced his lips along the line of hair at her nape. It was all she could do to breathe when he scraped his teeth along her throat. Shuddered when he placed hot, openmouthed kisses over the sting. Chills broke out on her arms when he traced the tip of his tongue around the outside of her ear, bit down gently on the lobe.