Page 132 of The Risk Taker
He leans in, brushing his mouth right next to my ear. “You like that?”
My body breaks out into shivers when he kisses that spot. “I think you know I do.”
I drag my hands up his sides, brushing my thumb along his ribs, and he kisses me again, slower this time, his teeth scraping gently across my bottom lip.
We lose the rest of our clothes piece by piece between kisses. He rips off my shirt, pulls my pants down my legs, joining his on the floor, and then we’re on the bed, rubbing against each other like teenagers in the back of a car.
He rolls his hips against me, the pressure of his cock grinding against mine making me curse under my breath. His hips keep moving, giving me just enough friction to drive me insane, and I grip his waist to keep myself grounded.
Logan’s always confident; he has been since the first day I met him, so when he pulls back slightly, looking almost… nervous, it catches me off guard.
He swallows, keeping his eyes on mine. “I want you inside me tonight.”
I freeze. Because…fuck. I wasn’t expectingthat.
He watches the look on my face, and his brows shoot up. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says quickly, his thumb brushing my hip.
“No,” I cut in, voice low and hoarse. “No, that’s not it. I just—are you sure?”
“Am I sure about you pushing that big cock of yours inside me?” He smirks. “Fuck yes.”
I let out a laugh, my dick twitching at the idea.
“I trust you.” He squeezes my hip. “I want this. With you.”
My heart’s beating out of my chest and all I can do is stare at him for a second, my brain trying to catch up to the reality of what he just offered me.
Something in me cracks and I breathe hard, curling a hand around the back of his head. “I love you,” I say, my heart bleeding for him.
His breath hitches slightly, and for once he doesn’t joke or deflect. He just smiles and presses his forehead to mine. “I love you too, Nathan. So fucking much.”
I swallow hard, my throat dry from those words. I didn’t think I would ever get to hear them. From anyone. Least of all, him, but it feels better than anything I imagined it could feel like.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say with a shake of my head. “Or screw it up or?—”
“You won’t.” He leans in, brushing his mouth against mine. “You could trip over your own feet and break the headboard and I’d still think it was perfect because it’s you.”
A laugh bursts out of me. “That’s the worst reassurance I’ve ever heard.”
Sure, it’s not my first time. I’ve slept with women before, but I’ve never fucked a guy. And I’m terrified of doing something wrong.
He smirks, grinding down on me again, breaking me out of my thoughts. “I remember you telling me you wanted to fuck me.”
It feels like a lifetime ago when I uttered those words to him. Back then, I was so confused, so conflicted about what my body was feeling anytime my eyes found him. And even though I love feeling him inside me, owning every inch of my body, I’ve thought about the reverse for so long.
“Yeah,” I admit, with a shaky laugh. “I do.”
He hums, leaning into me until our lips are stacked. “Then stop spiraling and do it.”
I smile and kiss him again, harder this time, rolling us so I’m above him, his hands sliding down my back to tug me closer.
I kiss him like I’m learning him all over again, tracing the line of his jaw, the hollow of his throat, the sharp edge of his collarbone. He’s so beautiful. Every inch of him is so fucking gorgeous.
Logan lifts his head and presses a soft kiss to my chest, just over my heart, which is beating like crazy, and then another lower, and another, until I’m practically trembling. He drags his mouth back up to my neck, kissing the spot underneath my jaw. “Take what you want. I’m yours tonight.”
Fuck. Those words light me up from the inside. I kiss him hard, wanting to tell him that he’s right. He’s mine. But not just for tonight. Forever.
He gasps under me when I kiss down his body, tracing the lines of his muscles with my tongue. I lift my head to watch himexhale hard when I follow the line of hair below his navel as I pull his boxers off.
