Worth the Risk (The Game #4)(42)
Author: Emma Hart

“Good morning.” She beams and drops her lips to mine.

I place my hands on her hips and take her kiss. “Apparently it is,” I mutter. “Why are you on top of me?”

“Are you complaining?” She wriggles, rubbing herself over my dick, and I feel it harden. I push my hips up.

“Does it feel like I am?”

She runs her tongue over her lips and shakes her head. That movement combined with the glint in her eyes does nothing to help the erection I have digging into her pants. Because of course she’s wearing a skirt and the only thing separating us is her underwear, my underwear, and my jeans. She bends her head forward, her hair falling around us, and rests her forehead against mine.

Her lips are soft and sweet when they press against mine, and I wrap my arms around her body when she lowers herself so she’s lying on top of me. Every part of us is touching as she flicks her tongue between my lips, and her fingers slide through my hair as her other hand creeps beneath my shirt and tickles my stomach.

“Rox. We’re outside.”

“Don’t care,” she mutters against my lips.

“What if I do?”

“We would have done a lot more than just kiss up against that tree the other day if I’d had my way.”

Don’t I know it.

She presses herself onto me and every part of my body responds. My brain thinks about what’s under her skirt, my hands want to remove what’s under there, and my dick wants to be under the skirt and inside her. Right inside.

So f**k outside.

I slide my hand up her back to cup the back of her head and pull her face against mine. This time I kiss her. I kiss her hard, holding our mouths together, and graze my teeth along her bottom lip. She loops her legs around mine and runs her hand across my chest. I ease my hands up her bare thighs and inside her skirt, taking her ass in my hands, and hold her lips to mine.

Her exposed skin is too tempting as she sweeps her tongue against mine. She wriggles again, and my hands shift down. I’m straining against my jeans as my fingers touch the wet, tender area between her legs, and if I wasn’t so f**king caught up in the way she’s kissing me, I’d have to grit my teeth to restrain myself.

Because right now all I want to do is flip her on her back, tear away the scrap of lace she thinks passes as underwear, and f**k her the way our bodies are begging me to.

Roxy traces her fingers down my stomach to my waistband, and her fingers fiddle with the button on my jeans for a second before she pops it open.

“Impressive.” I kiss along her jaw and down her neck.

She grins. “Efficient, actually.”

“I like your efficiency.”

“So do I,” she whispers, creeping her hand lower.

The flick of her fingertips against the head of my c**k makes me buck my hips. She wraps her hand around me and rubs her thumb across the tip. If it’s possible, I need to be inside her. Now.

I let go of her and reach into my pocket for a condom. Roxy takes it from me and rolls it onto me without looking. Her eyes are focused on me as she wraps her hand around me again and guides me toward her.

She jumps when I sit us up and kiss her, and I laugh into her mouth.

“Bastard,” she mumbles.

“Mhmm.”

My fingers splay in her hair and across her ass as she lowers herself onto me. She tenses for a second but doesn’t stop until she’s taken all of me and I hiss a breath. She’s wet and tight and f**k, she’s squeezing.

She giggles out breathlessly. “Payback.”

“Bitch.” I drop kisses along her collarbone as she raises herself up and falls back again, grinding her hips the whole way.

“Mhmm.” She finds my mouth with hers and moves her tongue against mine in time with the movements of her body.

She’s crazy. She’s crazy and she’s driving me crazy. With every squeeze of her core, every flick of her tongue, every sharp breath combined with a tiny moan, she’s driving me to the brink of insanity. She’s making me need her so f**king badly I don’t know if she’ll ever be able to get rid of that need. I don’t know if I’ll ever not need to hold her body against me, over me, under me, and do this to her.

I drop us back and move my hips against hers. She buries her face into my neck and we’re both breathing fast. It doesn’t matter that we’re hardly skin on skin. I can’t feel anything but her. All I can feel is the burning temptation and desperation to take her to the edge the way she’s taking me. And I will.

I’m determined to take her to the edge and tip her the f**k over.

I have no idea how much time passes until she falls. Until we both do. I’m completely lost.

“Shit,” Roxy breathes. “What’s the time?”

“After that, that’s what you have to say?” I smirk as she gets up.

“No, really. What’s the time?”

I sort myself out, tuck the condom into the packet and into my back pocket, and dig my phone out. “Half nine.”

“Fuck! I have to work at ten!”

Her eyes are wide, surrounded by smudged make up, and her hand is covering her mouth. It’s priceless and I can’t help but laugh.

“Kyle!” She shoves my arm. “Don’t laugh. This is your fault.”

“Hey – how is this my fault?”

“You… You seduced me!” she sputters.

I laugh again and pull her into me. I brush my lips against her swollen ones. “Watch it, you, or I’ll do it again.”

“Not a very scary threat,” she mumbles, stepping back and wiping under her eyes. “Let’s go.”

I follow her through the trees. “Who said it was a threat?”

She shoots me a glance and carries on walking without another word detouring at the last minute to take the back route to her house. A perk of living in practically nowhere. I run up behind her and link our fingers, wrap our arms around her waist, and kiss the base of her neck.

“Do you have to go to work?” I mumble into her skin.

“Yes.” She squeezes my hand. “Mom is already gonna wonder where I am when she goes to wake me up.”

“What are you gonna tell her?”

“I’m undecided.”

I smile to myself as we reach her house and walk round the front. Roxy untangles herself from me, kisses my cheek, and turns to her house. She calls that goodbye?

“Hey!” I yell.

She stops and spins to me, her eyes widening at me as I walk toward her purposefully. I grab her, cupping her head and bending her backward. A squeal leaves her as my lips drop to hers, but she doesn’t fight me. She clings to my shoulders and kisses me back with a nip to my bottom lip.