Лори Девоти - Unbound

“Risk,” she panted, rising on her tiptoes, wanting more. Needing him inside her. Her breath coming quicker, she wrapped one leg around his waist, opening herself to him more.

“Kara, your scent—” He leaned forward, pressing the back of her leg against the couch until she fell backward. Her other leg tightened around him, pulling him down on the couch with her. A hand on each side of her head, his arms straight, he looked down on her, his eyes glowing. “You’re addictive, little witch.”

He leaned toward her, pressing a slow gentle kiss against her lips, then with one hand he ripped her panties from her body and tossed them onto the floor.

Risk stared down at the mound of dark curls covering Kara’s sex. The center of her desire. With one finger he parted them to find the nub he’d stroked before.

Kara moaned beneath him, moved as if to grab his hand. Instead he captured both of hers with one of his, held them up above her head.

“Let me,” he murmured. Slowly, he circled her with his finger, rubbing and twirling until a sharp gasp escaped her lips and her eyelids fluttered.

She was wet. So wet. His cock twitched against her thigh, begging to be part of his play.

Not yet.

He stroked her again, releasing more of her scent into the air.

Her lower lip disappeared into her mouth, her back arched, and her hips moved against his hand. She was slick; his finger slid over her softness with ease. He wanted to taste her. To feel her quivering flesh beneath his lips. She moaned, tossing her head to one side.

He could stand it no longer. He released her hands, ran his now free hand down her body, stopping briefly to caress one swaying breast. Then with a sigh, he lowered his mouth to her sex.

His senses roared.

So much to take in. His body shuddered, almost coming from the taste and smell of her alone. Kara quivered in response, her hands grabbing his shoulders, pushing him deeper into her folds.

He found her nub with his lips, pulled it into his mouth and swirled around it with his tongue. She was more than he had imagined. His nose buried in her curls, he breathed in, deeper and deeper.

His cock moved again, his seed near to exploding. Mouth still pressed against her, he panted, pressed a last kiss to her pale thigh, then pushed himself up so his hard length edged against the place his mouth had just left. Once, twice he rubbed against her, feeling her wetness.

She writhed in response. “Risk?” Her eyelids fluttered again, a flash of blue then violet.

“Open for me.”

Not wavering, she spread her delicious thighs wider. He waited, prolonging the anticipation, gazing at her now open sex. Then pulling in a heavy breath, plunged deep into her.

Fast and hard, he couldn’t control his need. Over and over he pounded against her.

She cried out and for a moment he paused, afraid he had hurt her.

“Again,” she urged, tilting her hips up toward him.

He obliged, lifting her legs so he could move even deeper. Her breasts bounced up and down with each movement, her nipples hard. He reached down, capturing one with his fingers as he moved inside her.

“Risk,” she panted, her eyes pure violet, flashing with passion and power. Heat built behind his own. He closed them, praying she didn’t see the fire that lurked inside him.

She began to pant. The sound pushing Risk further over the edge. Her nails scraped along his back, her legs edging higher, letting him go even deeper inside her.

He began to shake, his own release near. She cried out. Her muscles tightened around him, squeezing. His eyes flew open as his own orgasm hit, his seed spilling out, his body shuddering to completion. With a cry, she joined him, her arms clutching his shoulders, her body quivering and shaking beneath him.

The after waves of her orgasm still shaking her body, her heart still pounding, and her muscles still quivering with her release, Kara reached up to press her hand against Risk’s face. His eyes closed, he turned his face to place a soft kiss into her palm.

A little buzz of electricity tickled against her palm. Startled, she stared up at Risk, but he just pressed a second kiss to her palm, and lowered his head to press another to her cheek. She sighed. He thrilled her, made her feel alive and safe at the same time. Something Kelly would probably say was impossible. Her sister was always on the hunt for the next big hair-raising adventure, saying it made her feel alive. Safe equaled dull for Kelly.

But then, Risk was far from dull. Kara smiled, brushed her fingers through his blond hair.

He shifted, moving her onto her side so they were curled against each other, his bare skin warming her more than the fire that snapped and popped in the hearth.

“Risk?” she asked, her head nestled against his chest, her hand clasping his arm that was draped about her waist.

“Temptation?” he replied.

Her lips curved. Temptation. She liked being someone’s temptation. “The night you found me, and took me back to your cabin…”

His chest tensed behind her.

“I…I woke up naked. Why?”

With a low laugh, he relaxed back against her. “You needed sleep, little witch. Would you sleep with your clothes on?”

She raised her eyebrows. Oh. “So, nothing…?”

“Happened?” He laughed again, cleared her hair away from her ear, and whispered in her ear. “Will you so easily forget what we just did?”

“Never.” With a purr, she turned in his arms so she faced him, and unable to believe her good luck, reached her hand to caress his face again. God, he was beautiful. Full lips. Chiseled face, and hazel eyes that seemed to change color by the second. Her world would be perfect, if she could just find Kelly — or when she found Kelly.

Murmuring a word she didn’t understand, Norwegian she guessed, he caught her hand in his and lowered his lips to her palm again.

This time the crackle where his lips touched her was undeniable. Kara pulled back, still unsure of the sensation. Risk froze.

“Did you feel that?” she whispered.

He closed his eyes, nodded his head. “Your power. I think you’ve found it.”

Her power. She did have powers — or the ability to store and release power. However it worked, she had it. She pulled her hand back, scraping her fingers along the rough stubble on Risk’s chin as she did, and stared at her palm. Powers. Could she use them to help find Kelly?

She glanced up at Risk, excitement bringing a smile to her lips. “Do you know what this means?”

Risk pushed off the couch, grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. “Yes, I do.”

Kara sat up. Not even bothering with her own clothes, she bounded to her feet.

Risk strode across the room, picked up a poker and stabbed at the fire.

“Kelly. This means maybe I can find Kelly. I just need to learn how to use them.” She tilted her head, peering at Risk. “Are you sure your boss wouldn’t—?”

He spun, the poker knocking a smoldering log from the hearth with his movement. “I told you no. Lusse is no help to you.”

The log crumbled, a piece rolling off the brick and onto the wool rug that lay beside it.

“Risk.” Kara stared at the smoking log. The smell of burning wool filling the room.

He stared back at her, his muscles bulging, the poker hanging at his side.

“Risk,” she yelled.

He blinked, glanced down at the smoking rug, and cursed. Dropping the poker with a dull thunk, he grabbed the glowing log and tossed it back into the hearth. Then smothered the remaining embers with his shirt, which lay a few feet away.

Kara ran to his side and grabbed both his hands in hers. “Are you okay? Are you burned?”

He stared down at her, his gaze unreadable.

“Risk, did you hear me?” Kara flipped his hands over, running her fingers over his broad palms. Not a burn in sight. She heaved out a breath. “What were you thinking? You could have hurt yourself.”