“Come here and find out.”
He took two steps forward and cupped each full mound. Flicked his thumbs over her nipples, and then dragged his hands along the underside of each breast. “Real,” he remarked. “Rare, in this day and age.”
She almost purred as he fondled her breasts, his big calloused hands scraping over her sensitized skin. Damn, she’d wanted this for so long. Envisioned it. Fantasized about it late at night while fingering herself. She’d been with other men, of course, but none of them even compared to this ruggedly gorgeous one who practically triggered an orgasm with one sinful stare. Riley was all man, rough edges and all.
“Why did we wait two years to do this?” he muttered as he stroked her breasts. “You actually thought I’d turn you down?”
“I wasn’t sure I was slutty enough for you,” she replied dryly. “I’ve seen the girls you leave my bar with.”
“You’re right. You’re nothing like the women I usually go home with.”
“Because my tits are real?”
“Because you make me laugh.” He shrugged, still palming her breasts. “Because some of the most meaningful conversations I’ve had in my entire life have been with you. I didn’t want sex to ruin our friendship. If I were the commitment kind of guy, I would’ve asked you out on a date.”
“I don’t want a date. I want to fuck you.”
She heard his sharp intake of breath and grinned.
She stepped back, her chest feeling cold without Riley’s hands fondling it. Reaching for the button of her jeans, she raised her eyebrows. “So, what do you do with a girl you don’t date? You’ve just walked into her apartment, you’re hot and horny and staring at her half-naked body, and what do you do?”
“You really want to know?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, I’d tell her to unzip my pants and suck my dick.”
An ache pulsed between her legs. Oh yes. She knew he’d be like this. Dirty. Demanding. Bold.
“But since it’s you,” he said gruffly, “I’ll ask instead. Do you want to suck my dick, Sam?”
Without bothering to answer that no-brainer, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid the denim material down her legs. His eyes widened again. She wasn’t wearing panties either, and the appreciation on his face told her going commando had been a very good decision.
With her jeans on the parquet floor at her feet, she was now naked. Naked and hot and wetter than she’d ever been in her entire twenty-six years. She sauntered up to him, bunched the bottom of his T-shirt in her hands and peeled the shirt off his rock-hard chest.
She pressed her mouth to his bare chest and kissed it. He smelled like soap and spice. Her tongue darted out and licked a flat brown nipple. He tasted like one hundred percent man.
God, this was fun. She’d fantasized about this so many times, it was almost surreal to finally experience it.
She rubbed herself against him, licking his chest, kissing it, sucking on his nipples. Then she brushed her tongue down his body and sank to her knees. With deft fingers, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down his toned legs, then tugged at his black boxer briefs. He kicked the pants and boxers aside. His thick, erect cock jutted out and brushed against her cheek.
With a faint smile, she tilted her head and met his gaze. His eyelids were heavy, the muscles in his face taut. Oh, how she loved that face. The hard angles, the defined jaw, the stubble dotting his chin. Masculine. Sexy.
“You’re a tease,” he muttered, eyes flashing with unrestrained lust.
“Yeah, so?”
She grasped his dick with one hand, squeezed his tight ass with the other, and lowered her mouth to him.
She kissed him.
He shuddered.
A bead of moisture formed on his tip and she sucked it in, savoring the salty, male taste of him. She took him deeper in her mouth, running her tongue along his shaft while pumping him at the same time.
“Shit,” Riley choked out.
She pulled back. “Something wrong?”
“Hell, no. Keep doing that.”
She obliged. Riley’s ragged breaths and soft groans encouraged her to be more daring. Stroking his cock with her hands, she teased his balls with her tongue. Then she licked him from shaft to tip, once, twice, long, sensual strokes that had him groaning with pleasure. She felt his cock pulsing against her tongue and he grew impossibly harder, hotter, the more she teased. After a few more torturous licks, she took his tip into her mouth and sucked on it, swirled her tongue over his velvety skin then sucked again. Hard.
He moaned, and a jolt of pleasure spiraled down her body and seized her clit. She could’ve stayed there all night, on her knees, jerking him off, sucking him off, but the ache between her legs refused to dissipate. It only grew stronger, throbbed harder, making her so wet and aroused she could barely breathe.
Whimpering against his tip, she gave it one last lick then shot to her feet and pressed her naked body to his. “Come to bed.”
“If I can walk,” he replied with a shaky chuckle.
“I think you’ll make it.”
She moved toward the shadowy hallway without turning to see if he’d follow. She knew he would. He’d come up here, after all. Not even Riley would be cruel enough to walk away now.
She smiled when she heard his footsteps and heavy breathing behind her. A second later, she stopped in her tracks, taken aback by the feel of his lower body thrusting against her ass. He clasped her waist with those calloused hands, and she sagged against the wall, sticking her butt out so his erection grazed between her cheeks.
“I could fuck you right now, right against this wall,” Riley hissed out, planting an open-mouth kiss between her shoulder blades.
She sucked in a breath. “Do it.”
“No.”
He rubbed his cock against her crease, bending down just enough so that his blunt head danced across her wet opening.
“I want to make you come first,” he added, then tugged a chunk of blonde hair out of the way so he could kiss the nape of her neck.
She shivered. “Trust me, I’ll come the second you shove yourself inside me.”
“Later,” he said absently. “First I want to drive you wild. With my tongue.”
He gave her bottom a little push and urged her in the direction of the bedroom.
Oh God. She’d never been so turned on. She’d known it would be like this. Riley Scott had gotten under her skin from the second she’d laid eyes on him. His husky laughter and cocky grins never failed to make her hot. His rough voice made her hotter. The sight of his hard, naked body sent a full-blown inferno raging through her.
No lights in the bedroom, either. She liked it. Stretching across the mattress on the floor, Riley was nothing more than a shadow as he loomed over her. The darkness made everything more seductive. Sexier. Dirtier.
He didn’t comment on the lack of furniture, just swept his gaze over her naked body and murmured, “Spread your legs.”
“Do it for me.” She spoke in a seductress’s voice. Riley seemed to enjoy hearing it as much as she enjoyed using it.
“Making me do all the work, huh?”
“Yep.”
“I like that.”
He edged toward her, kneeled down on the hardwood floor, and with one sharp movement, he pushed her legs apart. “You said you’ve wanted this for two years?” he prompted.
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“What exactly did you want, Sam?”
“You,” she managed to squeeze out.
“Be more specific.”
She was lying on her back, her legs wide open, wet and ready for him, and he wanted her to be more specific?
“You inside me,” she elaborated.
“Again, you’re being vague.” He tilted his head, looking thoughtful and calm, as if he had all the time in the world. “Which part of me do you want inside you?”
“Your cock.”
“Good start. What else?”
“Your fingers.”
“Anything else?”
“Your tongue.”
He snaked his hands up her legs, caressed her inner thighs, then rubbed one flat palm against her pulsing sex. She shuddered out a breath and bucked into his touch. With a soft chuckle, he leaned forward and dipped his head between her legs. First he teased her. Licked her clit with slow, feather-light brushes of his tongue. Then he teased some more. Dragged one finger up and down her wet slit, toying with her opening without entering.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
Tangling her fingers in his dark hair, she pushed his head down, lifted her hips and rubbed her swollen clit against his lips. “Suck it,” she begged.
She almost cringed at the desperation in her tone, but Riley didn’t seem to mind. He chuckled again, but he obviously possessed some kind of gentlemanly side, because he ceded to her wishes. He suckled her clit, flicked his tongue against it, but still denied her the pressure she craved. His tongue darted out, took a brief taste, then slid away to taste her inner thighs. She moaned and clawed at the lone sheet draped over the mattress, her distress obvious, but he didn’t deviate from the lazy, torturous pace he’d set. Just when she opened her mouth to beg for more, he clasped his tongue over her clit and sucked it hard.
She cried out, teetering over the edge, trying to prolong the pleasure, but she gave up the second his fingers came into play. One slid deep inside her, then a second joined the action, then a third. His hot insistent mouth and skilled fingers sent a whirlwind of sensation through her body. Pleasure assaulted her, seized her, penetrated her. Fire consumed her. The wave of orgasm slammed into her.
She came harder and faster than she could ever remember coming.
When the orgasm finally subsided, she gasped for air, trying to bring much-needed oxygen to her lungs. “You’re way too good at that,” she breathed.
“So I’ve been told.”
Riley slid up so that they were at eye-level. Chest level. Pelvic level.
Raw hunger glittered in his blue eyes. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” he asked with a curious raise of his brows.
“We were busy doing other things.”
“That’s no excuse.”
Sam’s eyelids fluttered shut as he covered her mouth with his. His kiss wasn’t gentle, but rough, as she knew it would be. He pried her lips open with his tongue and she tasted herself on him. As he claimed her mouth the way he’d just claimed her pussy, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her nails into his sinewy back. Every inch of this guy was pure muscle. She loved it.
He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, his stubble scratching the hell out of her chin. With a groan, he reached between them and started fingering her again. “Goddammit, Sam. I want to fuck you.”
She could feel another orgasm swelling inside her.
She wanted him inside her now, but she forced herself to get up. Her purse was on the floor next to the door and she made a beeline for it, fumbling for the box of condoms she’d stashed in there earlier. She found it, but opening it was another story. Her fingers were trembling so wildly she could barely tear open the lid.
With a grin, Riley came over to offer assistance. He opened the box, pulled out a condom and sheathed himself before she had time to blink. And when she did blink, she suddenly found herself on the mattress again, on her back, while Riley slowly lowered that lean, muscled body over hers.
Without giving her time to react, he drove into her.
She came the second he filled her, her inner muscles squeezing, her body convulsing as she cried out with sheer delight.
Riley shoved his hands under her ass and cupped it, lifting her off the mattress as he slammed his cock inside her. He fucked her hard. Fast. Rough. It could’ve been hours or minutes. She had no clue. And she didn’t care. While the last waves of orgasm washed over her hot, quivering body, she stared at the man on top of her, watching his eyes narrow with pleasure, smolder with heat. His face was taut, his chest muscles bunched and flexed as he pumped into her.
With a groan, he quickened the pace. Erratic, jerky thrusts. Then he muttered, “I’m going to come,” and lost control while she dug her fingers into his ass.
Afterwards, he rolled onto his back, and they lay quiet as each of them recovered from the erotic tornado that had swept through the room.
Sam’s gaze roamed the hard muscles and planes of Riley’s body. She got hot again just looking at him. With a tiny smile, she slid her hand over and started stroking his half-erect cock.
Riley moaned. “You’re an animal,” he grumbled.
“Like I said, I’ve waited two years for this.”
A mock sigh rolled out of his throat as he slid his hand between her legs. She whimpered, and he responded with a half-smile. “Can’t keep the lady waiting,” he murmured.
Chapter Three
Riley woke up the next morning to find Sam’s warm, naked body next to his. One long leg was draped over his thigh and the feel of her silky skin brought on a serious boner. He was tempted to wake her with a wicked kiss between her legs, but he restrained himself. He couldn’t have sex with her again, not until he told her the truth about the Diamond.
A throb of pain instantly shot through his temples. Damn it. He didn’t want to do this. Not after last night.
He’d been with plenty of women, but none of them compared to Sam Taylor. Sam and her sexy little body, her eager tongue, the breathy sounds she made when she came. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of her, and one look at his crotch confirmed it. His cock was even harder, stiffer than it was a moment ago when he opened his eyes and saw her lying naked beside him.
He was pretty sure that once he told her what he’d done, he’d never see her naked again.
He stifled a groan, tempted to slide out of bed and skulk out of the empty apartment. No note, no goodbyes, just duck out before she awoke and avoid the confrontation. She’d probably expect it of him anyway. She probably thought ditching a woman after sex was right up his alley. And that’s precisely why he couldn’t bring himself to leave.
He didn’t want Sam thinking he was an asshole.
Even though he did feel like a pretty big one right now.
“Mmmm.”
Her soft murmur brought a smile to his lips. He gently threaded his fingers through her tousled blonde hair. “Good morning,” he said with a smile.
With a tiny yawn, she propped herself up on one elbow and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Mornin’,” she answered sleepily.
Apparently grown men were capable of melting, because that’s precisely what happened. His gaze swept over her gorgeous face, then lowered to the bare breast pressing against his shoulder. Seeing her lying there, warm and sleepy and so obviously sated, caused his chest to squeeze.
“I’ll make us some coffee,” he said, feeling awkward. Disentangling himself from her embrace, he edged off the mattress and got to his feet.
“No coffeemaker.” She sat up, and her breasts taunted him, her rosy nipples erect and far too tantalizing. “All my stuff is in storage,” she admitted as she ran her fingers through her tangled hair. “I didn’t see a point in bringing it over here since I’m leaving town in a couple days.”
Guilt burned his throat like a shot of tequila. Fuck. He knew he was to blame for her current predicament and he suddenly wished he hadn’t been so dead-set on buying the bar. And coercing his buddy at the bank into denying Sam another extension had been a pretty low blow.
But her leaving town…this was news to him. News that caused his gut to twist into a pretzel of fierce guilt.
“You’re leaving town?” he managed, finally finding his voice.
Her expression grew somber. “Yeah. I can’t afford to stay here anymore.”
“Where will you go?”
“My sister in New York is willing to put me up for a while. I would’ve asked Jane or Callie, but they’re both newlyweds and I didn’t want to inconvenience them.” She shrugged, then hopped off the mattress a
nd headed toward the suitcase sitting near the door.
His guilt deepened when he glanced around and finally took a good look at the room they’d stumbled into last night. It was empty, save for the mattress and the suitcase. No furniture, no decoration, nothing.
Sam grabbed some clothing out of the bag and started to dress. As much as he would have loved to see her naked just a bit longer, he had to turn away. He was pretty sure his shame was written all over his face, and how could it not be? Sam had lost her bar, her apartment, and now she was going to New York to sleep on her sister’s couch for God knows how long. He knew she’d been having money troubles for a while now, but damn it, why hadn’t he tried to help her instead of thinking only about what he wanted? He could’ve given her a loan, though knowing Sam, she probably wouldn’t have accepted it. At the very least, he should’ve talked to her before buying the Diamond.
And now it was too late to make things right. She was leaving town. And damn it, but the thought of not seeing Sam again tore at his insides.
“Don’t start feeling sorry for me,” came her teasing voice.
Her arms encircled his bare back. She pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades and added, “It’s my fault I’m broke. I obviously didn’t manage the Diamond too well. Can’t blame that asshole for wanting to take it off my hands.”
Riley swallowed, wondering if she’d be this cavalier if she knew he was the asshole she was referring to.
“Besides, the bank wouldn’t extend my loan. I had no choice but to sell.” She kissed his back again, then playfully slapped his ass and sidled past him. “Let’s go to the diner across the street. They make a mean cup of coffee there.”
He swallowed again, trying to gulp down that self-loathing acid sticking to his throat. He needed to tell her. Now.
“Sam,” he started.
She paused in the doorway and shot him a devilish grin. “You know what? Let’s skip the coffee and have sex first.”
His cock swelled.
No sex. Tell her the truth.
“Actually, a shower sounds pretty good too,” she added, looking completely oblivious to the battle going on between his mind and body.
“Sam, I want to talk to you about something—”