she thought wryly. “It’s not that common, is all.”
“My mam and dad raised us better than that,” he said. “And they’d come back down and beat me black and blue if I ever took advantage of a woman. I’m sure of it.”
She wished she could tell him how much his words meant to her, but there was no way to make sense of what she was feeling. He might laugh at her, or think she was overthinking it. Only a woman could understand how much it meant to feel safe and protected like that.
Instead of trying to put it into words, Erica kissed him. He hesitated only for a split second, then plunged his hands into her hair and crushed his lips to hers. She reveled in his touch, the feel of his body under hers. She let loose, letting go of everything she’d felt for so long. All the times she’d longed to touch him, all the nights she’d dreamed of being in his arms. Imagining what his lips tasted like.
With a grunt, he rolled over, still kissing her. So he wanted to be in control. Erica had no problem with that, and handed herself over gladly.
“I need to taste you, and not your mouth,” he whispered in a ragged growl. She was shocked, yet instantly twice as wet as his kiss had already made her. She wondered who in their right mind would say no to something like that.
She bit her lip, which obviously drove him crazy, and nodded. He kissed his way down her body, pushing up the t-shirt he’d given her to wear. His lips grazed her skin, and she shivered as he went lower and lower. She arched her back when he reached the place where her thighs met, and he made short work of nearly ripping off her panties.
She barely had time to register shock before his tongue was on her. He lapped at her swollen lips, driving her insane. “Oh! My! God!” she gasped, stuffing her fist in her mouth to quiet herself, feeling like she would explode before he’d even gone deeper. “Oh that is so good…” Erica whispered, gripping Riley’s head even tighter than she had before, grinding herself into his face. “Please, more, please,” she begged, and he groaned in response. The vibration from his groaning made her even more excited. She was almost in pain at that point from the extreme arousal.
Riley smiled up at her, an evil grin, his green eyes flashing. She knew he was loving how crazy he made her, and wondered if it wasn’t payback for driving him crazy the night before. “You taste so good,” he said. “I want more of you.” His tongue went deeper, then, sliding between her lips, lapping at her folds.
She practically exploded, hips shooting off the bed. He kept going and going, licking and sucking on her as she writhed and moaned. The more she moved her hips, the harder and faster his tongue moved.
“Riley…oh, God! Yes!” she whispered raggedly, as she came harder than she’d ever come in her life. She thought she might pass out from the intensity—it was better than in the shower, better than on the phone, better than anything she’d ever felt. He held on tight to her thighs, which threatened to crush his head from the force of her orgasm, and let her ride it out until she lay there whimpering and gasping for breath, shivering every so often.
He gently kissed her between her legs, one more time, before moving over her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, wanting to draw him inside her.
“That was incredible,” she murmured in his ear. “Thank you.” He held her, kissing her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. Her mouth. She opened her eyes to find him smiling the sexy smile that had first attracted her to him. She knew they weren’t finished yet, and her body responded eagerly.
“I want you,” Riley whispered, his voice cracking with need. He thrust his hips against her and she groaned as his length skewered her hip. He was hot, throbbing. “I want you so much, it’s killing me.”
She ran her hands up his strong arms and shoulders, then wrapped her arms around his neck. Their
Leigh Ann Lunsford, Chelsea Kuhel