Page 17 of Worth the Risk
Even I’m a little surprised at how quickly I answer her. “Really. I’m cool with this going at your pace.”
She leans up and places a soft kiss on my lips. “Can we just see where this goes? I’m not sure I’m ready for all…” she gestures down toward my cock, “…for all of that, Luca. I think I might need a little time to get ready for you. For that. For us.”
I chuckle.
“Perfectly fine, baby. It’s been a really long weekend. How about we just sleep for now?” I ask, and her eyes widen.
“Oh my God! I totally forgot. How’s your sister?” she asks. My grin widens.
“She’ll be fine. Broke her wrist, has a concussion, and some bruised ribs. So she wasn’t being as overdramatic as I thought she was,” I tell Hannah. “I stayed with her all weekend to help her get around. My mom and my other sister are going to help her this week while I’m working.”
“I’m glad she’s okay,” Hannah says as I shift us up to the top of her bed. “How many siblings do you have?”
“Six.”
Her eyes widen comically.
“Six?” she yells. “Holy shit! That must have been chaos growing up.”
“Yeah, it was. But it was fun, too. I’m the third youngest, but we’re all stacked into a little over ten years. I don’t remember a lot of my oldest brother though. But we’re pretty close now,” I tell her. “Is it okay if I take off my jeans? I mean, if you’re not comfortable with that, I can sleep with them on, but…”
“No, it’s fine,” she says, interrupting me. “I’ve seen you in less, if I remember correctly.”
I give her a smile and a wink as I take off my shirt and jeans. I don’t miss her eyes tracking down my body. Slipping under the comforter, I pull her to me. Little spoon to big spoon. I sigh in contented peace.
“Is it weird to say I missed you this weekend?” I say softly against her ear. Her breath hitches before she answers.
“I missed you too, Luca.”
I fall asleep with my arms wrapped around Hannah, and it’s the best sleep I’ve gotten in months.
Hannah
As a small amount of light begins to filter under the curtains in the bedroom windows, I’m aware of being incredibly hot. Stiflingly hot. Unbearably hot.
It takes me a few moments to remember why I feel this hot. Luca is sprawled over me, sound asleep, with one hand wrapped up in my hair and the other hand cupping my breast. His impressive morning wood is jammed up between my ass cheeks and one leg is thrown over mine.
As he takes a long breath and sighs, his breath hits the back of my neck and I involuntarily shiver. Wetness pools between my legs as I reflexively shimmy my ass against him. He moans and pulls me closer to him, grinding his cock against me.
I whimper as his fingers pinch my nipple and his lips meet the back of my neck. His hand tightens in my hair as he pulls my head back. His lips dance across my shoulder and collarbone as he plucks my nipple into a diamond peak.
“Pixie,” he growls against my neck. The hand that was rolling my nipple between his fingers slides down my abdomen and into my underwear, finding my clit. “Fuck, bella. You’re soaked.”
I moan incoherently as his thumb strokes circles around my clit. My hand slides between our bodies to grip his shaft tightly, and it’s his turn to moan.
“Damn, woman. This is the best fucking way to wake up,” he says as he pushes two fingers inside of me. I’m so incredibly turned on, actively writhing against his hand as I slide my hand beneath his boxers to feel his cock. Tightly squeezing and stroking, Luca grunts against my neck. I can feel my orgasm building as he finds that elusive G-spot and pushes against it. “Come for me, baby. Come for your man, Hannah.”
Oh shit. Calling himself my man? That does it. My orgasm overwhelms me as waves of pleasure crest from my tiptoes throughout every nerve ending of my body. I shudder blissfully as I feel Luca swell in my hand and roar out his own release.
Oh. My. God.
I just had my first orgasm by a man. I’m not broken. I’m not broken!
“No, baby, you’re not broken. Just with the wrong men,” Luca chuckles. Didn’t realize I said that last part out loud.
My alarm on my phone blares, jolting me. I’m suddenly incredibly self-conscious and embarrassed about what just happened. I struggle to remove myself from Luca’s embrace and won’t look him in the eye. I grab my phone, silencing it, but stay sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hannah.”