Part 107 (1/2)
A week since I was inside her, since we exploded into the s.e.x we always knew we'd have, hard, intense, and f.u.c.king amazing. The last few days have been an eternity waiting to have her beneath me again. Riley's hand slides between us and I move back as she touches herself, chasing her own pleasure too. I watch her, eyes closed and teeth grazing across her lips. Riley's breaths turn to soft moans as I pick up my urgency. She spurs me on with her movement and her words; Riley's slip into dirty talk surprises but is the biggest f.u.c.king turn on., Riley digs her fingernails hard into my shoulders as body clenches around me. f.u.c.k, that was quick. My c.o.c.k pulses as I come too, sudden, unexpected, and overwhelming. How can she feel this good? Make me lose control like this?
Her chest moves rapidly, and she relaxes into my arms. My heart thumps against hers as I rest my hand against the wall and kiss her. ”You could at least have shown me your bedroom first,” she murmurs, opening her eyes.
”All you had to do was ask.” I drop Riley to the floor and she steadies herself against the wall, legs shaking . My ego surges. ”You f.u.c.king loved it.”
Riley pushes my damp hair back up, into spikes at the front. ”Maybe.”
”Ah, Riley. You have no idea.” I slip my hand between her legs and push a finger inside her. I place my lips next to her ear, enjoying the slight hitch in her breath. ”I don't think you've had s.e.x as good as this before? Have you?”
I love how she yields easily, resting against the wall again as I stroke her c.l.i.t.
”Have you?” I wait until her breathing speeds, when I'm sure she wants more, then stop.
Riley opens her eyes and narrows them at me when she sees my smile. Wriggling away, she shoves me in the chest and laughs. ”Maybe.”
She picks up her skirt from the stairs, tugging it over her gorgeous backside. ”Pa.s.s my s.h.i.+rt.”
I throw it to her and pull on my jeans. ”We should eat now.”
”Usually I eat first. This is back to front.”
I ignore her pointed comment. ”I'll order in. Is pizza okay?”
She giggles. ”Such sophistication.”
”I know what I like.”
She watches as I b.u.t.ton my jeans and then pulls me to her by my belt loops. ”Same.” Our lips meet in a sudden, hard kiss. ”Order pizza, where's your bathroom?”
I order, and there's a natural comfort between us I never expected as we curl up together on my sofa. We eat pizza and chat, transported from our white world to this one. My place. The atmosphere remains s.e.xually charged and the pizza isn't finished before we're semi-naked again.
Riley hooks on her bra, and I sit and pull her onto my lap, resting my head on her shoulder as she faces away from me.
”Is there any point putting clothes on? You'll be out of them again soon.”
”I can't.” She moves away and bends over to grab the rest of her clothes. f.u.c.k, girls are hot when they do that. I smack her a.s.s and she giggles.
”Stay.” I drag her backwards onto my lap again, and run my hands across her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, rubbing her nipples beneath the lace bra. ”Didn't you say you wanted to see my bed?”
Her hair engulfs my face as she relaxes into me. She kisses my hand, a small gesture that shouts a warning I don't heed. Intimacy. ”I need to go soon.”
I can't get enough of her pa.s.sion, the way we are together. She's addictive, the things she does without even trying, how we respond to each other instinctively. A few hours aren't enough. Nor is a day, a week... a month. One look from her with the dark-eyed desire she's always tried to hide, and I'm hers.
Why am I not listening to my early warning system?
”I can't, Nate. Show me your bed next time rather than s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g me against the wall and on the sofa.” She turns and pokes my nose. ”Might be more comfortable.”
”You weren't complaining.” Her response is a coy smile before she stands again. I grab her hand. ”Don't make me wait a week again.”
”I have commitments.”
”You and your work.”
”Mmm.” She looks away a moment, a shadow crossing her face. ”We can't all be layabout rock stars.”
”Hey! I'm recovering from the tour. I'm back in the studio soon.”
”You seem to have a lot of energy.” Riley s.h.i.+mmies into her skirt.
I smile lazily as I watch the movement of her hips. ”For what I enjoy, yes. Besides, I'm bored, so I want to see you.”
Riley finishes dressing and I watch with as much interest as when she undressed. ”Things aren't how they were,” she says.
”Do you mean tonight or what?”
”None of this.” Riley shrugs on her blouse and b.u.t.tons up with delicate fingers. ”I'm lost about who we are. I feel stuck in the middle.”
”We're nice to each other; that's a plus,” I say with a grin.
”And you won't tell anybody?” she asks.
”Not yet.”
”Yet?”
I pull Riley onto my lap again, hoping she might stay if I manage to keep her there, and she wraps her arms around my neck. ”Or at all.”
”This is just s.e.x, remember.” Riley strokes my hair from my forehead and the gesture squeezes my heart, the hidden truth in her eyes. No, this isn't just s.e.x anymore .
If I'm honest, I expected Riley to push for more from me when we returned, either that, or walk away completely. A small part of me wanted her to ask for more, and not just the conceited Nate who believes no woman could resist him.
”I remember.”
”But it's weird being like this now,” she says.
”Only as weird as we make it.”
Riley sighs and rests her forehead against mine. ”Reality is never kind.”
”So serious, Smiley.” I'm rewarded with nails digging into my hands. ”Me and you, it's good right now, yeah?”
”Yes,” she says in a quiet voice.
”What's wrong?”