Free Best Of My Love (Home to Green Valley Book 4) by Virna Depaul

robe. Of course, he immediately wanted to strip it off her, but he held back the shower curtain for her instead.
    “Step inside,” he said, turning his head away. She was a good girl, handing him the robe only once she stepped in and the curtain closed. Riley thanked the Lord for small miracles, convinced He must have known Riley couldn’t stand much more and had taken pity on him. He could make out the blurred image of her through the curtain—there was no making out the details of her body, but he saw enough to give him a good idea of what she looked like. Slim and curvy and downright delicious.
    “You all right in there?” he asked, his voice tight.
    “Yes, thanks,” she replied, still slurring little. He heard water splashing.
    He sat down on the closed toilet lid, letting his imagination run wild as he watched. He wasn’t a monk, he reasoned. He couldn’t help himself. What did she look like without the curtain? With the water running in little streams over her bare skin? How would she feel against him?
    His pants tightened, and he rubbed a hand over the growing bulge. “How’s it going?” he asked, his voice a little raspy.
    “Okay.” She sounded unhappy. He could relate to her frustration. He wanted to sink himself deep into her, instead of only listening to her while she showered.
    Only listening…
    He got harder. She had such a beautiful voice, especially when she was turned on. And hearing her scream as she enjoyed an orgasm he’d help give her had been mind-blowing. They were both frustrated and wanting more…so why not?
    “Are you turned on?” he asked bluntly.
    “What?”
    “I said, are you horny?”
    “You know I am,” she muttered resentfully.
    He smiled. “Why don’t you touch yourself for me?” he asked. “Make yourself feel good. Let me hear you, just like you did on the phone. Only I’ll be right here. Getting to hear you and see you, if only through the haze of this damn shower curtain.”
    A long pause. “I don’t know…”
    “You’ve done it already,” he pointed out. “I’ve already heard you. I want to hear you again.”
    “But you already admitted you can see me now…”
    “And you’re a goddess, Erica. God, I want you so bad.”
    “You can have all of me,” she reminded him.
    “Not right now,” he replied. “Soon, though. Come on. Don’t you want to feel good?”
    She hesitated, then he watched as her hands moved over her chest. He clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to pull out his throbbing length and stroke. He didn’t want to scare her off—if he could see her, she could see him.
    “Isn’t that nice?” he asked softly. “Doesn’t it feel good to touch your body?”
    “Mmm-hmm,” she moaned.
    Riley thought she might be playing with her nipples, and he ached to replace her hands with his own—better yet, with his mouth.
    “That’s right, babe. Play with yourself. Do whatever makes you feel good. Let me hear you enjoy yourself.”
    She whimpered breathlessly, and he watched as her hands traveled lower. It was agony, watching but not being able to join in, yet he couldn’t pry his eyes away.
    She gasped as she slid one hand between her legs. She placed a foot on the edge of the tub, spreading her thighs. Riley’s eyes were glued to her, his ears tuned to the little sighs and whimpers she let out as her hand moved back and forth.
    “Yeah, love. Drive yourself crazy. Make yourself come. Let it all go.” He could have died with yearning as her little gasps got louder. She spread her legs even wider, and both hands disappeared.
    “Are you fucking yourself?” he asked.
    “Y—yes!” He heard watery slapping noises as her fingers slammed into her depths, splashing the water coming from the shower head. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps that grew louder and louder the closer she got to the edge.
    “Come for me. Let me hear you,” he begged breathlessly, throbbing for her.
    “Oh—oh! Riley! Oh, God!” She shuddered, gasping, leaning