Page 57 of Risk Assessment
Anger and humiliation hit her like someone whacked her with her laptop. Was he serious? A flush clawed its way up her neck into her cheeks. “I’m sorry you think that,” she managed to get out between clenched teeth. She tried to twist out from underneath him, but he held her in place.
“It’s not what you think.”
She squirmed some more. “Isn’t it?” she demanded.
“Raleigh, I’m trying to tell you that I like you. I like you a lot.”
She stopped moving and stared up at him, eyes narrowed. “Well, if that’s true, then having sex with me shouldn’t be a problem.”
“It’s not a problem. I want to. God, do I want to,” he said, his voice still husky. “But you’re in a tough spot now. You’re tired and scared and frustrated and pissed off. I don’t want you to be with me and then regret it later.”
The anger dissipated as quickly as it came. She reached up and touched his cheek. “Thank you for being so considerate. It means a lot to me you are thinking of my feelings, but I have to tell you, what I need right now is this.”
She ran her hands down his back. “I need you. There’s so little in my life I can control right now, but I can control this, us. And I’m choosing you. I’m choosing to be with you, Dylan. Don’t let my stalker rob me of this choice.”
She wanted him to understand. She needed this. She needed his touch. She needed to feel like a normal person again. She wanted to escape in his arms.
“God, you’re killing me, honey. I want you so bad, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me in the morning. You mean too much for me to risk what we’re building here for one night.” Uncertainty gleamed in his eyes.
“What if I promise you tonight won’t be our only night? I like what we’re building, too. I don’t want to risk it either, but this isn’t a risk. I want to spend this night forgetting everything but us.” She pulled him down for a kiss before he could object again.
He tried to pull away, but she fisted her hands in his hair and deepened the kiss. His tongue, slow to respond, gradually joined hers in a familiar rhythm. His body relaxed on top of hers and she wrapped herself back around him.
He ran his hands down her thighs to grip her ass tighter. She lifted her hips and moved back and forth across his crotch. When she reached for the button of his jeans, he caught her hands.
Pulling back, he asked, “Are you sure?”
She reached down, grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt she wore, and pulled it over her head. His eyes went down to her breasts and then came back up to lock with hers.
“Absolutely,” she said.
This woman was going to be the death of him. She tasted so good, felt so right against him. He was powerless to say no, nor did he want to. He wanted to be a gentleman and do the right thing, but the naked lust he felt was reflected in her eyes.
It was his undoing.
He dipped his head and captured one of her taut pink nipples in his mouth. He sucked and pulled at it, her moans and whimpers spurring him on. He moved to the other breast. She arched against him. He moved down her body leaving a trail of kisses across her stomach and hips, only pausing to drag her lacy panties down, over her knees and off her legs. Then he hovered above the apex of her legs. Glancing up to make sure she was still with him, his cock leaped as she bit her lip. Catching his gaze, she reached for him.
He gently pushed her hands away and dropped his mouth over her hot center. She moaned in response. He slowly rotated his tongue in little circles, alternating sucking and nipping the sensitive area. Her breath came in small gasps. He used his fingers in tandem with his tongue. Her breath came faster. He heard her nails scrape as she fisted her hands in the sheets.
“Dylan,” she gasped. “Dylan.” She repeated his name over and over, faster and faster, until her core tightened on his fingers and then her whole body shuddered with her release.
She lay limp on the bed as he made his way back up her body, dropping kisses along the way.
She smiled up at him and ran her hand down his chest. “That was amazing.”
“Glad you enjoyed it,” he said. Then he dropped kisses onto her neck. He touched her breast, rubbing his thumb over the nipple. She bit her lip again. He was so hard it hurt. She reached down, and released the button of his jeans. She helped him push them down. She grabbed his boxer briefs and pushed those down as well. He shifted his weight and pulled everything off. Then he rolled back on top of her and continued to circle her nipple while nibbling on the hollow of her neck.
She reached down and closed a hand around his girth. He groaned. It felt so good he couldn’t help it. She moved her hand slowly back and forth over his length. He claimed herlips again and she immediately deepened the kiss. The blood thrummed through his veins as the tempo of her hand matched the movement of her tongue.
He broke off the kiss. “You’re killing me,” he growled.
“Good.” Her smile was sexy and filled with promise.
“Just hold that thought.” He rolled off and sat up. Grabbing his jeans, he pulled out his wallet and got the condom he kept there. Dropping his jeans, he tore open the foil and started to put it on.
Raleigh sat up and brushed his hands away. She took the condom and rolled it slowly over him. No woman had ever done that before, and it was the sexiest thing Dylan had ever experienced.
He pushed her gently back onto the bed and covered her with his body. Laughing, she nudged him until he flipped over. “Now it’s my turn.”
