“Bed, now!” Riley broke the kiss and pushed her toward the bedroom, not letting go for fear of breaking the passion that ignited between the two of them. A shaft of light from the half moon streaked through the window, giving them enough glow to find the bed. Without letting go of Sassie, he brushed the decorative cushions aside, not concerned they all landed on the floor, and pulled down the duvet to expose the crisp, white sheets.
He pinned her legs to the bed and fumbled with her jeans button only to have her push his hands away and do it herself. Together, they stripped off their pants and stepped out of them without breaking lip contact. Naked at last, they fell onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, desperate to get as close as humanly possible to another person.
“I don’t know how you do this to me, Sassie, but fuck, I can’t seem to be around you and not want to get deep inside you.” Riley reached for his jeans, frustrated he hadn’t had the foresight to place his condoms on the bedside table first.
“If you’re looking for those little raincoats you have a yen to be wearing, you don’t need them, R.P. I’m clean and on birth control, but feel free to do what you will. Just hurry the feck up so you can relieve this itch for me. I’m nearly ready to explode here, you understand.” Her hands reached for him.
“Are you sure?”
Sassie nodded. “Scout’s honor. I need neither a child nor a man in my life permanent like, so don’t be thinking I’m trying to trap you.”
Riley eased down on her and spread her legs wide. Gripping the head of his cock, he rubbed against the damp of her sex before driving in deep and eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. He rested his forehead on hers, letting the moment wash over them. If there was a better way to feel this good, he hadn’t found it.
Sassie opened her eyes. She ran her hands over his back, a grin twitching the edges of her lips. With gentle fingers, she pinched his butt, sending small electric currents through his body.
“You, woman, are a tease.” He lifted himself up on his hands started to move. Pulling most of the way out, he watched her face for signs of pleasure as he slid back into her slick heat again. Did it affect her as it affected him? Was he the only one impacted by their relationship? Already he felt more than he wanted to for this woman.
The sensations pulsing through his body made taking his time almost impossible, but he wanted this to last.
She closed her eyes and clutched his ass, pulling him closer, and wrapped her heels around the backs of his knees. Lifting her butt from the bed, she pushed him to go faster.
“I won’t last if you keep that up.”
Her eyes opened barely halfway, and if she registered his words, she made no comment, only pushed against him harder. He felt the tension build inside her and her muscles clenched around his cock as she called out, shattering in the throes of her release. The pulsing of her heat squeezing him and the moans coming from her lips spurred him on. Riley thrust hard into her sex. It took seconds before he lost all control and came with a guttural cry, the added benefit of no-condom sex making this an intense orgasm for him. One he would dearly like to repeat.
Sooner rather than later.
Chapter 12
When Sassie stretched and opened her eyes the next morning, the only other occupant of the bed was Tinker Bell, who sat looking at her new human. Sassie reached out a hand and tickled the cat under the chin, and was rewarded by a loud purr. “It would seem we’ve both landed on our feet now, Tink.” Her body tingled with after-sex pleasure, and it was with a concerted effort she crawled out of bed and into the shower, ignoring the small warning voice in the back of her head.
After soaking under the dismal spray, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked back to her bedroom, rummaging around in her sparse wardrobe for something to wear. It was then she noticed the paper torn from a notebook on her bedside table.
How sweet. R.P. had left her a note.
I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up to say good-bye. See you around 4 p.m. today for a measure up of your bathrooms. R.P.
Sassie smiled and placed the note back on the side table as ideas of spoiling Riley crept into her mind. No, no, no! Do not go there, Sassie. It’s how you lose everything, remember? Stick to the plan. Sex and only sex. No hearts, no sweet romance and no plans for anything remotely resembling love!
After giving herself a much needed pep talk, she felt marginally better. That didn’t mean she had to forgo every idea she had though. This morning, she was going to finish her kitchen cabinets and then go into town to get something nice for dinner. She had the urge to cook all of a sudden, and the guest she wanted to please was none other than R.P. Cooper. A dinner was safe. A candle light dinner that screamed getting too close, not so much.
Her stitches must be almost due to come out too. They were itching—a sign of healing—and it was no longer painful to use that hand. Might be time to pop in to see Emily.
It was a clear spring day with forecasted temperatures in the mid-fifties, so Sassie decided
