Shit. That wasn’t what she’d meant.
“I didn’t kiss you to keep you here. I kissed you because I wanted to. Because...if I met you any other way I wouldn’t have hesitated.” She splayed her hand against his chest, feeling the muscles under her palm.
“Oh, well, if you put it that way...”
“I don’t want to sleep right now,” she whispered.
She kissed him again, bits of herself finding their way back to where they belonged. Riley’s hand slid lower down her back, pressing their bodies together. God, she loved the way he felt. He took a shuffling step toward her, trapping her between him and the dresser. His thigh pressed between her legs until she felt the heat of him at her core. She pushed her hands through his hair, pulling his face down a bit more, deepening the kiss.
This was her, not some night terror.
Riley groaned into her mouth, his hands coasting over her back and arms. He was a damn gentleman. Here she’d practically thrown herself at him and he wasn’t taking advantage of her open door offer. It was sweet, but she didn’t like sweet all that much.
She shifted her hips, grinding against his thigh.
God bless sweatpants. She wrapped her hand around his erection through the thin material. Manners, good looks, a cock like that, he was lucky she would be gone in a day or two. More than that and she might be proposing to him.
Riley grasped her by one wrist then the other. She whimpered, but secretly liked that he wasn’t always the gentleman. He pulled her hands off him while his tongue thrust into her mouth. She groaned and pulled at his grasp.
“Fuck.” He let go of her. “I didn’t think...”
“What?” She sucked down a breath and blinked at him, her brain not firing all cylinders.
Riley stared at her, his features sharper, aroused. He wasn’t near as easy going as he pretended to be. He reached up and grasped her ponytail, wrapping it around his hand.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed and closed her eyes. That was her weakness. She was a sucker for a good hair pull.
He took a step back, leading her. He kissed her neck and up to her cheek before sitting on the bed. She straddled his lap without hesitation, driven by need, the rest of the world forgotten.
Erin took his free hand and slid it up under her shirt, eager to feel him against her skin. He cupped her breast, his thumbs sliding over her nipples, caressing her aroused flesh. He had that perfect combination of roughened skin and firm touch that had her toes curling from a simple slide of skin on skin. She wanted more of that. Him. All of it. He grabbed her shirt and pushed it up, exposing her breasts then leaned in and kissed one, then the other.
She cupped the back of his head, arching her back. He tugged on her hair, forcing her breasts up higher. This was pretty damn perfect in her book.
Riley wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight to his body. He picked her up. She pressed her face against his shoulder, muffling her yelp of surprise.
“Sh,” he whispered.
She chuckled, a little thrill going through her.
He turned and laid her on the bed. She let go of him and lay back, appreciating the green of his eyes and those ridiculously long lashes that only accentuated the way he stared at her.
Riley bent his head and brushed a kiss across her lips.
“Sh,” he whispered again.
His hands slid up her stomach and over her breasts.
Damn, but that felt good.
She grasped at his sweatpants, trying to find the elastic band.
“Slow down,” Riley said.
Nope. Not happening.
He pushed her hands aside and slid down the bed, out of reach. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants and tugged them down her legs and off. All she had on was the damn t-shirt, and she didn’t have the presence of mind to get rid of that.
Riley crouched between her thighs, his focus on her mound. His touch was gentle, but he knew what he was doing. He found her clit without fumbling and circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. She lifted her hips, wanting more than tender touches. He seemed to understand her unspoken request because he slid his fingers down between her folds. There was something about this touch, a man’s fingers against her, that inspired all kinds of demanding thoughts. His fingers dipped into her channel. She gasped at the feel of him and lifted her hips, driving him deeper.
Riley bent, flicking his tongue against the delicate skin over her clit. She shuddered and grasped him by the hair, her body going taut. His fingers slid deeper within her channel, stretching her while his lips explored her most intimately. He pushed her legs open wider, making himself at home.
She groaned and lifted her hips, moving with him.
He hummed, the vibrations soaking into her.
She wanted this to last, but she didn’t have it in her. The need for release was too sharp.
The tight coil of arousal sprang loose within her. Pleasure tightened her muscles and her pussy clamped down on him as the world seemed to fracture apart. He continued stroking her through the orgasm, driving it on until she thought she’d cry if he didn’t stop.
When he finally eased from her body, she lay on the bed, exhausted in a way that felt good. For the first time in days, her mind was quiet, her body relaxed. It was blissful.
Riley crawled up to lie next to her.
“Let me catch my breath,” she panted.
“Sh,” he whispered and kissed her cheek. He gathered her close to him, his warmth a comfort in the darkness.
Damn, but it felt good in his arms. She turned toward him and buried her face against his chest. A few more moments. She just wanted to feel this a little longer.
4.
SATURDAY, ERBIL, KURDISTAN.
Mark Forest checked his phone again.
His bad luck was changing. The dark cloud
