Echoes of the Heart by Casey, L.A. (learn to read books TXT) 📕

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.

“What’ll you do if I don’t listen, big man?”

His smile was predatory.

“Say it and find out.”

His challenge was clear and I didn’t know if I had the guts to accept it and meet him head on. Part of me wasn’t sure if I could handle what he would do to me, the other part wanted everything he threw my way. Without another thought, I leaned up on my tiptoes, brushed my nose against his, flicked my tongue over his lips and whispered, “Risk.”

I screamed with laughter when he bent down, gripped the back of my thighs and not so gently threw me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. I smacked his bum and he returned the favour by smacking mine twice, and twice as hard too. I hissed a breath when he turned his head and sunk his teeth into the flesh of my exposed waist. He slapped my behind again. I sucked in a breath when we entered my bedroom and I was suddenly falling through the air before my back bounced against my mattress.

“You couldn’t have given me a warning?”

I laughed again when Risk hopped on top of me, nuzzled his clothed hips between my parted, bare thighs. I still wore my work skirt but with one swipe of Risk’s hand, it was zipped down and pulled from my body, thrown somewhere in the room. Risk’s lips went to my neck, but they didn’t stay there for long. When he trailed his way to my mouth, I was already in a pool of bliss. Just being here like this with him was enough to make me happy.

My body, however, wanted, needed, more from him.

“That laugh,” Risk breathed against my mouth. “It’s still the same.”

I lifted my hands to his head. Where my fingers once tangled in hair they