Page 45 of Risk It All
“Guess I’m an idiot, then.” Without allowing herself to think of all the reasons she shouldn’t be doing this, she closed the tiny gap between their mouths and pressed her lips to his.
As if he’d been waiting for her to take that final step that tipped them over the edge, he burrowed his fingers through her sleep-mussed hair and pressed down on the back of her head, sealing their mouths more closely together. Their kiss went from a gentle press of lips to a wild ravaging of mouths in less than a second, as if that initial contact was the spark igniting the banked heat that had been smoldering between them since their kiss the previous night.
Exhilaration rushed through her, lighting her up from the inside, and she knew this had been inevitable since the moment she first opened his file. It made no sense to get involved with this bail jumper who’d brought truckloads of trouble down on her, but it was too late for second thoughts. She’d driven right off that cliff with him. She was involved.
Without breaking the kiss, he rolled them both over so she was beneath him, being pressed into the mattress by his heavy form. It was her turn to wrap her arms around him, one hand cupping the back of his skull while the other clutched at the muscles of his unyielding shoulders. It wasn’t until he released her mouth to explore the line of her jaw that Cara was able to suck in a harsh breath, but breathing wasn’t that important a concern right now, not when Henry was teasing a sensitive spot right below her ear with just the slightest nip of his teeth.
Her fingers dug into his back, and she made a frustrated sound when the fabric of his shirt prevented her from touching his skin. She yanked at the T-shirt, trying to tug it up and off his body, but their closeness prevented her from removing it. He pushed himself up enough for her to drag it over his head, and then he finished pulling it off his arms before tossing it away.
The faint dawn light illuminated the hard surface of his bare, lightly furred chest, and she pushed at his shoulder until he was on his back and she was once again on top. Straddling his waist, she sat up so she could fully explore the skin that had just been revealed. As frantic and intense as their kiss had been, she felt as if she’d been waiting a long time to be able to touch him freely, and she wasn’t about to rush the experience.
From his agonized groan when she traced the muscled lines of his chest, Henry was very willing to rush things.
“Patience is a virtue,” she teased, flicking one of his nipples with the edge of her short fingernail.
His abs jumped, and his moan turned to a growl. “I’ve been patient.” Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, he yanked it up, and she willingly raised her arms so he could pull it off. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first spotted you tailing me. I’ve beenplentypatient.”
With that, their positions were reversed again, and his stubbly cheek brushed the underside of her chin as he nibbled down the side of her neck. The influx of sensations made goose bumps rise under his touch, and she shivered as he worked his way to the top of her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, clutching the strands convulsively when he finally drew her nipple into his hot mouth.
Releasing it, he blew out a breath that made her gasp as the hot air hit her breast. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined you’d be.” He made his way down to her belly, and she couldn’t believe that she’d just chided him about a lack of patience when she was about to scream if he kept up his torturously slow pace. Her stomach muscles twitched and flinched under the dual sensations of his smooth tongue and lips and the rasp of his stubbly jaw against her skin.
“You imagined me?” she managed to say, not caring that it didn’t make much sense. She was so lost to everything she was feeling that she was impressed she was able to get a few coherent words out.
He pressed his rough cheek to her lower belly and groaned, the sound vibrating through her. “All the time. Thoughts of you kept me awake at night.”
“Like a nightmare?” Her laugh turned into a hiccupping gasp as he yanked her borrowed pants down her hips.
“Youdohaunt me,” he admitted, although his low chuckle took any sting out of his words. Then he was sliding down her pants, pulling them off her ankles and tossing them in the same direction that their shirts had gone. His mouth followed a path up her calf to her inner thighs and then higher, and she lost any hold she’d had on the thread of their conversation.
His mouth and fingers brought her to the edge, erasing everything from her mind except the feel of him. She called his name as she reached for him, wanting him over her, inside her, as close as they could possibly be, but he resisted her insistent tugs on his hair. Instead, he continued touching and kissing her, seeming to know exactly how much pressure in just the right spot would drive her absolutely wild. Her back arched as the sensations drew her muscles tighter and tighter until her pleasure peaked. As her climax rushed through her, intensifying with every puff of his breath on her damp skin, she clung to him, needing to anchor herself. He allowed her grip as he rested his scratchy cheek on her belly.
As the pleasure ebbed, leaving behind a warm, pleasant lassitude, she ran her fingers through his hair and let her breathing return to normal. She felt him sigh, the rush of his breath hot against her skin, before he eased away from her and sat up.
“What about you?” she asked, pushing up onto her elbows so she could see him.
“No condoms,” he said with a rueful grimace, and she blinked, startled by the fact that she’d completely forgotten about the need for protection.
“Right,” she said, feeling a little flustered by how open his expression was, such a change from her normally reserved rescuer. “Too bad the cabin owners didn’t provide them along with the toothbrushes and board games.”
The corner of his mouth twitched upward as his eyes glinted with humor, and Cara felt a rush of affection. The Henry who’d just given her the most amazing orgasm of her life was the same guy who hadn’t flinched as he drove them off the cliff. There were so many facets to the man in front of her, and she wanted to know them all.
Just staring at him was rekindling the heat inside her. “It’s safe—pregnancy-wise, I mean. And otherwise, at least in my case.” She waved a hand at her body, even as she mentally sighed at her not-very-smooth delivery. “If you’re okay…?”
“I’m clear.” As if her words had flipped a switch, his need for her was burning in his eyes. “You’re sure? Even though I’ve brought you nothing but trouble?”
“There’s nothing I want more,” she said completely honestly. Then a grin tugged at her mouth. “And you haven’t just brought me trouble. You also brought me an orgasm. Any chance of repeating that?”
With a laughing growl that only Henry could pull off, he dove for her, flattening her to the bed in a way that reminded her of their play-wrestling the night before. Instead of tickling her, though, he kissed her everywhere, making her sigh and moan instead of laugh. The tension built inside her again, heat and pleasure rising until she was frantic for him.
She urged his face back to hers, needing him too badly for his light caresses. When she kissed him, his intensity matched hers. All teasing disappeared, leaving only raw hunger. She clutched his shoulders, digging her fingertips into the unyielding muscles of his upper back, trying to pull him impossibly close. Any space between them was too much.
When he slid into her, it was perfect, as if they were made to fit together. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him even more tightly against her, and he groaned his pleasure against her mouth. All her worries fell away, and she didn’t think about all that was wrong with being with Henry. Her entire being was focused on what was truly, incrediblyright.
The feel of him, inside her body and out, was simultaneously stimulating and comforting, and she felt at that moment that she could spend the rest of her life connected to him. She’d never felt like this with anyone else, not even a hint of the almost desperate connection that attraction and danger and proximity had caused.
He rocked into her again, and she arched, pleasure tightening her muscles and heating her skin. Her hands swept down his back, needing to feel as much of him as she could reach before he drove into her again. She clutched his shoulders, loving how broad and heavy andsafehe felt, as if he were a wall protecting her from the rest of the world.
His hips picked up speed, and she lost herself to the incredible sensations building and growing until it felt like her skin couldn’t contain that much pleasure. As she tipped over into another orgasm, she gasped his name, and his movements grew wilder, as if his ever-so-tight control had finally snapped.
