Page 72 of The Risk Taker

The corners of my mouth lift into a satisfied smirk.

“That,” I say, leaning in just a fraction, “can definitely be arranged.”

When our lips meet again, it’s slower than before. I want to show him that we don’t need to rush, I want him to savor it, to feel everything.

The small, breathy sound he makes into my mouth, however, makes me lose my mind and the whole slow thing I had planned goes right out the window when I kiss him harder, desperate for him.

My hands roam, mapping the shape of him through his hoodie, tracing the line of muscle along his back. When I slip my fingers lower, over the curve of his hips and teasing the waistband of his sweats, he shivers again, his breath catching in his throat.

I smile against his mouth, loving how responsive he is.

I dip my head, brushing my mouth against the curve of his jaw, my lips grazing just under his ear. “You like that, baby?”

He groans. “Fuck… don’t call me that.”

I grin when his cock twitches against my palm and nip at the shell of his ear. “Why not? Looks like you like it.”

“Fuck,” he hisses again, but his fingers dig into my sides, pulling me closer. He’s full of shit. He loves when I call him baby, loves even more when I touch him.

I move lower, my mouth tracing the slope of his neck, the spot just under his jaw that makes him shiver. I can feel his pulsejumping, so I press another kiss there. “Yeah… you love when I call you my baby, don’t you?”

He tips his head back for me, letting out a needy moan when I circle my tongue on his skin and suck lightly.

“You’re loud,” I chuckle. “I like that.”

“Shut up,” he groans.

His hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer, and for a second, I think about how absolutely fucking lucky I am, that this guy is in my arms, losing control because of me.

He bites his lip, looking a little shy and I look into his eyes, waiting to see if he’s changed his mind.

“Nervous?” I ask.

He blows out a breath. “Little bit.”

“Cute,” I murmur, brushing my lips on the corner of his mouth, tugging gently at the hoodie. “Take this off for me.”

He hesitates for a second, then pulls it over his head, dropping it on my bedroom floor. I breathe out slowly, letting my eyes drag over him. Pale skin, full of tight muscles and a light dusting of hair down the middle. Makes me want to follow it with my tongue.

He swallows hard under my stare. “Are you just going to stand there and look?”

“Patience,” I say, letting my hands settle on his waist. “I tried so hard not to look when I thought you were straight and didn’t want me. So hell yes, I’m gonna look at every fucking inch of you until you’re squirming.”

He lets out a harsh, shaky breath that makes me smile when I slide my thumbs just under his waistband. “These next.”

His cock’s already straining the front of his sweats, and I want to mouth over it, suck him right through the fabric until he forgets his name, but not yet. I’m dragging this out.

His fingers dig into the waistband and he slowly tugs them down his legs, and fuck me, the boxers come off too until he’s standing in front of me without a stitch of clothing.

He’s so fucking gorgeous. Hard and long, with the most delicious looking pink tip.

I exhale a breath, wanting my mouth on him so bad and his dick twitches under my gawking.

I want to kiss him, want to suck him, want to do so many fucking things.

But first… fair’s fair.

I pull off my hoodie and shirt, letting him watch me. His gaze flicks down my chest, lingers on my abs, thendefinitelycatches on the tent in my briefs.