Page 30 of Worth the Risk

“We’re on it. Or aren’t you counting brunch? If not, what about roast beef sandwiches for lunch the other day?”

When he spanked her... But he didn’t say that, being a gentleman.

Bella’s heart raced as he leaned in for a kiss. It was brief and left her wanting more as they continued their stroll under the starlit sky and bright summer moon.

When Dan walked her to the door an hour later, she fumbled with her keys, nervous about what happened next. He noticed and took them from her—how could he not with all the jangling—and, with steady hands, let them in.

She switched on the lights and set her purse down. Not sure what to do next, she nervously licked her lips. Did she invite him to stay because that’s what she really wanted, or was that too aggressive a move for a man who preferred submissive women? Never having dated an older guy before, she wasn’t sure how this was supposed to work, but standing around in awkward silence for sure wasn’t it.

“Would you like something cold to drink? Or, I have coffee. But you know that. You were with me when we bought it. Rather, when you bought it.”

Bella snapped her mouth shut when she realized she was babbling.

Dan smiled, taking her hand. “Let me put it out there before your anxiety twists you into knots. I want you, Bella,” he said, his voice low and husky. “And I’d like nothing more than to take you to bed, but I’m okay with going slow. You’re in a new city, have a new job and a new home. Just about every aspect of your life is new. And I know you’ve never been with a man like me before. I won’t rush you because feeling safe with me is critical to whatever comes after.”

He leaned in and kissed her softly, his hands caressing her back. She melted into his embrace, feeling the heat igniting between them. When he pulled away, she looked into his eyes with a boldness that wasn’t her usual MO and declared, “There’s something about you. I don’t know what, but I’ve trusted you from the start. If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be standing in my amazing new townhouse. So... going on instinct, I have to say, I want you, too.”

A smile curved his lips. “Brave girl. I can feel you trembling. That wasn’t easy for you, I know, but you can trust me to take care of you, and to make it good for us both.”

Dan leaned in for another kiss. Knowing he had the green light, he took it deeper, his tongue hungrily sweeping into her mouth. One hand sank into her hair while the other curved under her ass. After going at it like sex-starved teenagers for several glorious minutes, he said into her mouth without breaking the kiss, “Wrap yourself around me.”

Then, with her plastered against his front, her ankles locked at his lower back, and the hard proof that he wanted her, nudging her belly with every step, he carried her upstairs to her bedroom.

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WHEN DAN KICKED THEdoor closed, a thrill raced through her. She had been wanting this from the moment she saw his margarita-soaked shirt clinging to his upper body and, rather than scolding or yelling, he had called her darlin’. Now, the nightly fantasies were about to become reality, and she was ready to let loose.

Rather than laying her on the bed, he set her down beside it. The hand in her hair kept her head angled back as his mouth claimed hers with deep breath-robbing kisses. The other slid under the hem of her dress, up her thighs, and over the curve of her ass, not stopping until it reached its true destination, the waistband of her panties. When his hand dipped into the back, he palmed one cheek. Bella gasped at the heat of his skin on hers and how he pulled her hips forward until she could feel every inch of his hard length pressed between them.

She moaned into his mouth, needing this, and him, so badly she ached.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes.” Dan’s lips left hers only long enough to whisk her dress over her head.

Everything moved quickly after that. Four hands worked his belt and buttons and zipper. They kicked off their shoes then he reached for his boxer briefs and she, her panties. He was quicker and brushed her hands away to peel the stretchy lace down her legs. She clutched his shoulders for balance when she stepped out and hung on to keep from melting at his feet. As he rose, his fingers roamed her curves. They glided up her calves and thighs then around her hips to her ass, molding to her full cheeks and squeezing briefly.

Standing face-to-face, completely naked, with nothing between them but the heat of their desire, he leaned back, gazing down at her breasts. He cupped them with his big hands, the edge of each thumb stroking an aching nipple.

“Beautiful Bella, your name suits you.”

She arched her back, leaning into his touch, her eagerness rewarded by a firm pinch and roll of her nipples. Slow and sensual was wonderful, but not after going without a man’s touch for longer than she could remember, and with her thoughts consumed by him and her fantasies of him taking her for days, she didn’t want a slow burn. She wanted raw, carnal sex, and she wanted it now.

“Please,” she moaned softly. Never the aggressor during sex, it was the best she could do to communicate her urgency.

But it was enough.

His fingers plunged into her hair, and his hungry mouth claimed hers while his tongue invaded. Bella whimpered, her fingers threading into his curls as she kissed him back, just as insistently.

She could have stayed there all night, her soft curves molded against his hard body, sharing kisses that took her breath away. But Dan had other plans.

He tore his mouth away with a groan, scooped her up in his arms. After setting her in the center of her wide bed with a little bounce, he lowered himself on top of her. She glimpsed his cock, long and thick and ready, and a shiver ran through her.

She wanted him filling her, doing every wicked thing imaginable to her body, and, yes, she wanted to experience his brand of dominance, hoping, as Hannah had described, that it really did hurt so good.

Dan’s hands were everywhere, touching her in ways that made her gasp and arch and writhe beneath him. When he knelt between her spread thighs and drove into her, she cried out with only pleasure. They moved together in an urgent rhythm. It wasn’t long before Bella felt herself spiraling out of control and enjoying orgasm number two in an embarrassingly brief span of time.

When her shuddering, heart-pounding climax receded and Dan still moved above her, she opened her eyes to find him watching her. Her cheeks burned hot, not from the pleasure of two phenomenal orgasms but because he’d held back and observed as she flew apart.

“Not just beautiful,” he uttered gruffly, very close to a growl. “Fucking gorgeous. But now it’s my turn.”

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