Page 131 of Risky Passion

“And Onyx,” I added, trying to lighten the moment, even though my chest felt like it might burst.

“Yeah,” she said, rolling back slightly. “And Onyx.”

Her palm brushed over the back of my hand, and she threaded her fingers into mine. “I’m glad you checked in on me.”

“Me too. Though I was a bit worried you might peg a shoe at me for waking you up.”

She giggled. “I threw out my only shoe.”

I chuckled. “Go to sleep.”

She wriggled back, making us even closer, and my cock twinged like it was getting ready for some action. As I tried to block my throbbing dick out of my mind, her breathing slowed as her body relaxed against mine.

For the first time in days, hell, maybe years, I felt something I hadn’t even realized I’d lost: peace. But with her warmth pressed against me and her scent lingering in the air like a quiet promise, my damn cock was reminding me that it hadn’t had any attention in a long time. Tory was pushing all the right buttons; buttons I wanted to press.

She nudged back closer, wedging her ass against my groin, and my heart skipped a couple of beats. Hot damn, this was a bad idea.

I’m not going to get any sleep with her sexy body tucked up against me.

Moonlight seeped through the curtain edges, outlining her body,and revealing the curve of her waist and swell of her hip. I longed to see her face clearly and her gorgeous lips that I’d been wanting to kiss all day.

She shifted again, and I couldn’t pretend I was content just lying here, pretending the heat between us didn’t exist. My restraint was a thread fraying at the edges, and with her curves pressed against me, warm and soft and real, I couldn’t resist her body anymore.

I slid my arm over her waist, slow and careful, curling my hand beneath the swell of her breast. The quiet moan she released was breathy and sweet, so goddamn sexy my body seemed to sizzle.

Her fingers trailed up my forearm, slow and deliberate, a silent answer to the question I hadn’t dared to ask aloud. She wanted this. She wantedme.

I leaned in, my breath brushing her ear.

“You sure?” I whispered.

She nodded, her cheek brushing the pillow. “Yes. Please.”

Her tone was tender and aching and beautifully desperate. That one word—please—hit me like an oath. I slid my hand higher, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her tank. She didn’t have a bra on . . . and that discovery had my cock pounding like a jackhammer. Her boobs were glorious . . . full, warm, and fucking perfect. She arched into my touch with a soft whimper, and I had to bite down a groan.

“Shh,” I whispered in her ear.

We had to be quiet. People were outside the door.

I pulled her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck, dragging my lips down the curve of her shoulder. A breath escaped her lips, and her body tensed before melting against me. I teased her nipple with my thumb, circling the peak, and she let out a quiet, desperate sound that made it damn near impossible to keep my head straight.

Her hips rolled back into me, and my cock throbbed in response, hard and insistent against the curve of her ass.

“Tory,” I said, my voice low and rough, full of everything I couldn’t put into words.

She turned halfway, just enough to meet my mouth when I leaned in. The kiss was slow at first, deepening as her hand tangledin my hair and pulled me closer. I pressed my body against hers, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me.

Her thighs parted slightly, an unspoken invitation that sent a jolt of heat through me. I slid my hand down, tracing the curve of her hip, brushing the bare skin just above the waistband of her shorts. The soft fabric clung to her as a delicious heat radiated from her body.

When her hips shifted toward my touch, I slipped my hand beneath the waistband, my palm gliding over the curve of her thigh as I fed my hand between her legs. My heart thundered and my cock throbbed as my fingers traced her folds, teasing lightly as I explored her, learning the way her body responded.

She was already wet. Hot, slick, and aching.

Her breath caught, a soft gasp spilling from her lips as her head fell back against my shoulder. Her body trembled beneath my touch, her thighs parting wider, wordlessly urging me on.

I stroked her slowly, deliberately, feeling her grow even wetter as I circled her sensitive flesh with my fingertips. Her hips moved with my hand, unguarded and perfect, like she couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to.

“God, Tory,” I murmured against her ear, my voice thick with want.

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