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

against the shower wall. High-pitched gasps filled the room as she came. Then she sighed in satisfaction.
    The only sound in the room was their breathing, and the sound of the water coming from the shower. He listened as she calmed down, her breath getting slower and more even. She sighed, moaning softly as she did. Riley bit his lip, still desperate with need for her.
    When they finally got their act together and made love, it would be explosive.
    He stood with a rueful grin, wishing the moment didn’t have to end. “I’ll bring in something for you to wear to bed,” he said, leaving the room before she could respond. He cupped his dick, readjusting himself. He wanted to come so badly, but decided to wait until the time was right. It felt important to save it for her, strange as it sounded even to him as he thought it. He wanted to make the wait worthwhile.
    He found a t-shirt he didn’t think would be too terribly massive for her and left it folded on the sink. “I’ll wait for you,” he said, then stripped down to his shorts and climbed into bed. It wouldn’t be easy, holding back for her sake, but he wouldn’t let himself lose control. She was too special to be taken advantage of.
    By the time she came out, hair in a messy bun, her little body swimming in his shirt, he was half-asleep. “Turn out the light,” he asked, holding his arms out to her. She did, casting the room in darkness before sliding into bed with him. Her wet head touched his chest, and within minutes they were both fast asleep.
     

Chapter Ten
     
     
    When she woke up, Erica didn’t remember where she was at first. Her heart jumped, and she flinched in surprise. She didn’t recognize the room at all.
    Then it all came back to her. Being with him at the club. The way they’d danced. Her skin flushed pink at the memory. Then, she flushed even deeper when she remembered the shower. Oh, God, what have I done? She was sure Riley had to think she was some sort of weirdo for acting that way. Touching herself, getting off for him.
    Then again…hadn’t it been all his idea?
    “Good morning.”
    She gasped, popping up to find him smiling at her.
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
    “Oh, it’s okay.” She wasn’t sure which end was up. Waking up with him was one thing. Feeling like a fool made it even more confusing. What did he expect from her? All of a sudden, even as she knew she was being irrational, she was sure he’d want her to leave.
    She couldn’t have been more wrong, and when his arms tightened around her, she melted into him. She hadn’t been in any condition to properly admire his body the night before. Now that she was awake, she took the time to explore him with her eyes. His thick, strong shoulders and biceps. The firm chest. She’d seen him lift kegs of beer as though they were nothing, and finally understood how that was possible.
    “How are you feeling?” he asked, and she heard the chuckle in his voice. He was teasing her for getting drunk.
    “I’m fine, thanks.” She felt a little woozy, in reality, but the pleasure of his arms around her negated any hangover she might have suffered. Nothing was more important than being with him. It was a dream come true. How many nights had she spent longing for a moment like this one? She closed her eyes, determined to take it in.
    “You were feeling rather…amorous last night,” he murmured. His breath ruffled her hair.
    She pressed her face to his chest, her skin on fire at the memory. “You don’t have to rub it in,” she muttered.
    “I’m only teasing you, love. Believe me, it wasn’t easy saying no. It took every damn bit of strength I had.”
    She dared look at him. He wasn’t smiling. “Really?”
    “Really. I called on all the angels and saints to help me. It was a close call.”
    She propped herself up, fascinated. “You wouldn’t do anything because I’d been drinking?”
    “Of course not. What kind of man do you think I am?”
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