Risking it All (Crossing the Line, #1)

Everything about you does this to me.”

His heart rate skyrocketed, pounding furiously against his rib cage, trying to free itself so it could lie bleeding at her feet. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. She’d opened a hole in his chest and if he thought too hard about what she’d said, it might bury him alive.

“Tell me I’m your man, Sera,” he demanded.

“You’re my man,” she rasped, rocking her hips. “Please, Bowen.”

“I love turning you into a little beggar.” He hated himself for needing to make this about sex, but it couldn’t be helped. That was where his confidence lay. Not in beautiful words or promises.

The things she deserved. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he traced her damp seam with his middle finger. “What were you thinking about? That day at the beach, looking at those shirtless motherfuckers?”

“I…nothing. I don’t know.”

“Nothing?” Bowen knew his jealousy was irrational. It didn’t matter. Every emotion amplified itself where she was concerned. “Were you hoping they’d try to get under your hiked-up uniform skirt?

Were you hoping they’d do this?” He pushed his middle finger past her entrance, both of them groaning in the enclosed space of the photo booth.

“Answer me.”

“No. I promise.”

He pumped his finger in and out slowly. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, Sera?”

Frantically, she shook her head.

“Who’s the only one who gets under your skirt?”

“You. Just you.”

“That’s right.” He started rolling his hips in time with his fingers, the weight of her gorgeous ass on his lap driving him crazy. If she weren’t a virgin, he would be balls-deep right now. No question. She’d be feeling every inch of his frustration. Knowing he didn’t have much longer before he lost his tenuous hold on control, he brushed his thumb over her clit, making her moan. “Who touches you here?”

“Y-ou do, Bowen.” Her thighs clenched around his hands. “Oh, God.”

He turned his head and captured her mouth in a wild kiss. A kiss so raw and sexual, it shattered something inside him.

Fire licked over his skin, engulfing him until he couldn’t see his way free. He ached. He ached so bad. For more.

Everything. Touching her with his hand suddenly wasn’t enough. He needed more. No, no, you can’t. You can’t have her, you bastard. Especially here, like this. But he needed something, needed to get closer. Before he knew his own intentions, he surged off the stool and pushed her against the wall of the photo booth, already tugging the panties down her legs.

“Baby, you trust me?” He barely recognized his own voice. “Please say yes.”

“Yes.”

He’d never seen anything in his life as hot as Sera, hands braced on the wall, underwear around her knees. The sound of the zipper of his jeans being pulled down made her moan and that reaction somehow drove his already blistering need higher. “Push your ass up and spread your legs,” he directed her. “I won’t take you, but when you come I need to feel it where I hurt.”

When her sweet ass perked up, Bowen gave in to the urge to smack it. Would have done it again, but her hands were flexing

impatiently

on

the

wall,

desperate noises falling from her lips.

He couldn’t leave her unfinished any longer. It was killing him. He took his heavy arousal in his hand, gritting his teeth as he led it between her legs. When his hard length slipped against her bare *, without a single barrier between them, his knees almost gave out. He had to do this quick or being inside her would become a necessity.

“Bowen, hurry. Please.”

“Shh. I’m going to take care of you so good. You fucking know I am.” He found her clit with the head of his cock and picked up where his hand had left off, rubbing quick, tight circles around her sensitive nub. It felt like heaven and hell.

The most painful torture he could have devised for himself and yet he would kill anyone who tried to stop this from happening. “Come on, I want to feel that wet little shake of yours. The one I tasted with my mouth last night. Tasted so damn good, baby.”

“Oh, God…I’m going to—”

“Good girl, let it go. All over your man.”

Bowen got a hand over her mouth just in time to catch her hoarse cry. Pride and pain dueled inside him, common sense trying to battle its way to the surface.

The job was done for him when he heard loud

talking

outside

the

booth.

Immediately, his hands flew to Sera, tugging her panties back into place. Then in a movement so painful he wanted to shout every obscenity in the book, he zipped his jeans back into place over his raging erection. Drawing in deep breaths, he fell back onto the stool, taking Sera with him.

Just as two preteen boys yanked open the curtain.

“We’ll be out in a minute.” He jerked his thumb at them. “Scram.”

The curtain fell back down, but not before he heard, “Bro, they was totally screwing in there.”

I wish, kid.