“Don’t fucking play with me, Cherry,” he snapped, moulding his hard body against mine. “This isn’t a game.”
“I never said it was. I’m asking you a question.”
“Ask it then.”
I was too drunk on his presence to abandon the courage that filled me.
“D’you want to fuck me?”
I gasped when one of Risk’s hands moved to my hip and squeezed my flesh painfully.
“Do I wanna fuck you?” he repeated. “That’s like asking me if I want to breathe. I want to fuck this body six ways to Sunday and hear those sounds you make at the back of your throat more than I want my next breath.”
Excitement surged through my veins.
“In that case,” I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back a couple of steps. “I have another question.”
“Is that so?” Risk’s eyes rolled over my body. “I’m listening.”
“Will you sing to me, rock star?”
His eyes darkened. “Any requests?”
He knew where this was going just as well as I did, he was just letting me think I was in control when we both knew the ball was, and always had been, in his court. This was always how we played. He decided he was going to fuck me, but he liked to let me take the lead before I willingly surrendered all control to him.
“Oh, I don’t know.” I turned and began to unbutton my uniform top. “How about something out of your comfort zone? I always liked when you’d sing slowly when you touched me.”
I heard Risk’s slight hiss and it made me grin. The only times I knew he could remember singing slowly to me had been when we had slow, intense sex. Risk bled rock and roll, but I didn’t. I liked a bit of everything.
“I’ve always liked the twist you put on songs. Your gritty voice and that low, sexy tone makes me so wet.”
Risk moved behind me, I felt the heat of his body brushed against me.
“The second I saw you,” he began, his lips against my ear as he sang a song I had never heard before. “I knew that this time, my head and heart fell for you . . . both at the same damn time.”
His hands slid down my waist to the hem of my shirt.
“One look your way, girl, you’re a hell of a view.” He gripped the fabric in his hand and pulled it over my shoulders. “You’re pure beauty and wonder and I hope that one day, you will be all of mine too.”
Risk removed my shirt and dropped it over his shoulder without another thought. I heard the material hitting the floor and it excited me. I hummed when his lips touched my bare neck and his teeth gently grazed over my skin.
“Girl, I told you,” he softly sang. “I’m going to love you forever.”
My lips parted when he gripped my hips and rolled his pelvis against my behind, I could feel how hard he was through his jeans. I could feel how much he wanted me. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I revelled in that fact.
“I’ll always be here, right when you need me. Hoping and praying, you’ll never leave me. One day soon, I’ll get down on my knee . . . make you all mine, like I knew you would be and softly I’m gon say that I . . .”
He turned my body to face his, slid his hand up to the back of my neck then up to my hair where he fisted it in his hold. He pulled on it, making me gasp as he forced me to look up at him. He lowered his head, then with his eyes locked on mine, he slid his tongue over my lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. My hips bucked forward and my clit angrily throbbed, jealous of the attention my lip was receiving.
“Told you,” he said, cutting the song short as he plunged his tongue into my mouth.
Instantly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his as I kissed him with fierceness. Risk’s hands moved from my head, down my back and to my behind, where he palmed my flesh to the point of pain. I moaned into his mouth, he responded by roughly slapping my arse. He moved his hand up to my bra and undid it with one flick of his wrist. The straps fell down my shoulders so the fabric fell to the tiled floor beneath us. I gasped when Risk’s hand covered my breasts and I gasped when he pinched my nipple.
I jerked my head back in surprise.
“Risk!”
His smirk was anything but playful.
“I love hearing you say my name, Cherry,” he hummed. “But don’t say it again unless I’m fucking you.”
Christ. My legs just about buckled from wanting him so bad.