Page 66 of Worth the Shot

I kiss her jaw.

Then down her neck.

Her pulse jumps beneath my lips, her breath turning ragged and unsteady. She threads her fingers into my hair and pulls again, and I swear I see white behind my eyes. I trail kisses down, going lower and lower, slower this time, savoring the taste of her skin. When my mouth wraps around her nipple through the thin cotton, she arches up so fast I nearly lose control completely. I scrape my teeth so lightly across her and the moan she lets out is low, breathy and desperate. I want to worship her, ruin her, hold her. All of it at once. But I force myself up her body, my mouth grazing a path back to her neck, her jaw, until our mouths meet again. I need to know she’s with me. Really with me.

“You okay, baby?” I whisper against her lips, my voice rough with want and something deeper. “Tell me you’re okay.”

She nods immediately and it’s frantic and eager, her hands gripping the back of my neck and tugging me down. And then her hips lift, pressing into mine, as if her body is answering for her.

But I need the words. I won’t cross that line without them. “Laney…” I breathe.

Her eyes open wide, looking wrecked in the best way, full of want and something terrifyingly close to love. “I’m good,” she whispers. “Brennan…please. I want you. Please.”

That’s it.

That’s the moment.

The one that destroys whatever restraint I had left and burns it to ash.

I tear her shirt—my shirt—off her like it’s nothing but air between us. Her pants come next. She tries to pull mine off but the fabric catches, and we’re both laughing into each other’s mouths as we tug and kiss and collide. My hand slides down her stomach, slow enough to savor, fast enough to make her gasp. When my fingers slip in, just slightly, she arches like she’s been waiting centuries. I circle her clit and she shudders as I sink a finger into her heat. She clenches instantly, body arching slightly like she can’t control it. I add a second and her breath breaks open into a whimper that makes my cock ache.

“Fuck, Laney…you’re so wet for me.” It comes out low, gravel, almost a growl.

“It’s all for you. Only you.” The words alter my goddamn brain chemistry.

I try to slow it down, even though the need to be inside her is so overwhelming I’m half convinced I’ll lose it before I even get there.

I fuck her pussy with my fingers, curling them just right while my thumb presses against her clit. She moans my name in a slurred, breathy gasp, the sound punching straight through every ounce of control I have left. My mouth crashes into hers, and she whimpers against my lips. Her body trembles beneath my hands as another cry breaks free, soft and absolutely wrecked.

I use my free hand to fumble blindly through the nightstand for a condom, knocking things over and cursing under my breath until my fingers finally catch the foil packet. I pull my hand from between her legs, slow and deliberate, just to hear the sharp breath she lets out. Then I roll it on fast, because if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m actually going to lose my mind.

When I look up, her eyes drop to my cock…and go wide.

“Brennan, fuck—holy shit,” she breathes, cheeks flushed, chest rising fast.

My whole body freezes.

“What’s wrong?”

I ease her back against the bed, caging her gently, not letting my weight crush her. Her expression becomes something nervous and uncertain, making my heart go tight.

“Laney…talk to me.” I brush my knuckles across her cheek. “What’s wrong?”

She swallows hard. “It’s just…it’s been a while. And I’m worried that…what if…it doesn’t fit.”

Do not laugh.

Do not smirk.

Do not be an idiot.

“Baby…” I inhale like a man trying to cool a furnace. “Delaney, it’ll fit. We’ll go slow. As slow as you need. And listen,” I tilt her chin, make sure she’s looking at me, “we don’t do anything you’re not ready for. Ever. I mean that.”

Her eyes soften. “I trust you. I want this, Brennan.”

Then she pulls my mouth down to hers, kissing me slow, sure and soft, but completely consuming. Her legs wrap around my waist, opening for me, tugging me in like her body already knows mine. I line myself up and ease in a little at a time. Her breath stutters. I feel her stretch around me, warm and impossibly tight, and I swear to God the world stops spinning. I pull out slightly and push in again, using shallow strokes to let her adjust, watching her face closely. She rolls her hips up, meeting me, taking more, wanting more.

“Laney…” I grit out, halfway inside her. “God, you feel incredible.”