“I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered.
“Is that a threat?” Because her insides were shaking.
“It’s a promise.”
Riley’s stubble scraped her cheek. His mouth found hers in a firm, demanding kiss.
Riley in charge.
Erin was a goner, and she didn’t even care. She sighed and parted her lips, his tongue slipping past. She could still taste the hint of the alcohol and mint. She cupped his cheek and surrendered to her desire.
His hand slid under her robe. She sucked in a breath, her nipples hardening in anticipation. Riley slid his fingers along the hem of her shirt, caressing her stomach. She tipped her head back, her head buzzing too much. He kissed her neck and his palm skated up her side. She clutched him closer, relishing the sensation of his skin on hers. There was something about a man with rough hands that completely undid her. she wanted to feel him touch her everywhere. All over.
There was too much fabric between them for that. The bulky robe had to go. She sat up, putting a little distance between them and shrugged one arm free. Riley stared at her, his green eyes focused on her. From the unwavering gaze to the slightly sunken in cheeks, he wore his desire for her to see. This wasn’t a pity fuck. She got her other arm free. The robe fell to the floor.
“Why stop there?” He grinned at her and pulled her shirt up, his hand rising higher against her spine.
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. The cool air didn’t register against her bare skin, not with the way he stared at her. she was hot all over.
With the starlight, she could see everything. The desire staring back at her, the way his lashes seemed to catch the light and make the green of his eyes more vibrant. All the scars lining his chest. He was her type, and yet something about this, being with him, was different. She could feel it in her bones. Maybe it was her, finally accepting she couldn’t do this anymore. Or maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, she’d figure it out later.
His hand slid around her ribs to cup her breast.
“When we first met, I didn’t have you pegged as a tactile woman.” He bent his head and kissed the middle of her sternum. His thumb circled her nipple, teasing the stiff flesh.
“What?” She closed her eyes and curled her toes.
“I’m serious.”
“Will you stop talking?” If she began explaining herself she just might dig herself a hole.
“Fine by me.”
Riley wrapped his arms around her, picked her up. Erin yelped, but he moved too fast. One moment she was sitting on his lap, the next she was on her back, laid out on the lounge. He grinned down at her, far too pleased with himself. Her heart did a painful somersault. She couldn’t even tell herself to lower her expectations because she already knew he wasn’t a selfish lover.
He dipped his head, their noses bumping before he kissed her mouth. She curled her arms around his shoulders. His hand slid past the waistband of her yoga pants and into her panties. She groaned, already acquainted with his talented fingers. He cupped her mound, stroking her folds. She groaned and lifted her hips, but he kept the contact gentle.
Erin’s body was too hot, her insides twisted up with need. If she didn’t come soon, she’d burst. Riley clearly had a slower pace in mind, but she couldn’t handle that. Not right now. She was too raw.
She slid her hands down his chest, but the farthest she could reach were his abs. Those wondrous little ridges of muscle. She groaned into the kiss, but he merely chuckled.
“I’m going to do this right,” he said against her cheek.
“What was wrong about the last two times?”
“It’s hard to really enjoy it when you have to worry about people walking in.”
She groaned her frustration
“I’m going to enjoy this,” he muttered against her neck.
She sighed and closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of his lips against her neck and chest. She arched her back a bit as he neared her breasts. The hand between her legs pressed against her more firmly. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers circled her entrance, teasing the nerve endings.
“Yes.” She lifted her hips again, and he thrust into her.
“God damn,” he muttered.
She whimpered and shifted her hips, hungry for release.
His lips wrapped around her nipple and she gasped. She curled her hands into his hair, holding onto him as his fingers slid in and out of her. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations zinging through her. Her lust for connection had nothing on her desire for Riley.
He slid another finger inside of her and she groaned, tipping her head back and thrusting up into his hold. He crawled up her body until he could kiss her, possessing her body.
Yes!
Erin reached between them, fumbling with the waistband on his sweats for a moment, but she finally slid past the material and grasped his cock. No underwear. Nice.
She pumped his length, the precome slicking his skin. He rocked into her hold and groaned, hitting notes of need she was familiar with.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
She hadn’t forgotten the bathroom, how she’d caught him off guard, the shock on his face from how quickly he’d come.
“You’re trying to make this short, aren’t you?” He grasped her by the wrist and pulled her hand from around his cock.
“Please, you’ve got at least sixty seconds in you.”
“Sixty seconds? You think you’re funny, don’t you?” He grinned and pushed up, treating her to a wonderful view of his body.
“You are laughing,” she said.
“Well, I hope the next sixty seconds don’t disappoint.” He turned toward the dresser. One, casual shove at the pants and they hit the floor.
His ass was damn near perfect, round and hard.
Erin grinned and pushed her yoga pants
