Chapter Four #3
Not wanting to be unproductive, I mix up a few things while I’m here.
I can’t afford to fall behind with my orders.
I slip the special ones into the safe before adding labels to the others and slide them onto the shelves that run the length of the room.
I clean up and head upstairs to take a quick shower.
By the time I’m done, I’m dead on my feet.
I run a comb through my hair and braid it to keep it out of my face.
I rub some lightly scented lotion made with roses I grew myself and call it good.
I walk naked into the bedroom to grab something to sleep in and freeze when I find a naked Riggs standing next to the bed with his hand wrapped around his cock.
It dawns on me belatedly that I forgot to lock the door.
But let’s be honest, even if I’d remembered, I’d have hesitated.
The last time we were intimate, Shepard was with us, and I think that’s what made me take a step back from it all.
But now I shouldn’t give a fuck about Shepard.
I doubt very much that he’s at home lying in bed thinking of me.
Riggs is here. Riggs, this sexy Adonis of a cowboy who wants me so much he seeks me out in his sleep.
I walk toward him, ignoring the hollow pit in my stomach that wishes Shepard were here too, and lightly touch Riggs’s arm with the tips of my fingers. “Riggs?”
He stops stroking himself, and for a moment it’s as if we’re both frozen in time.
The only sound in the room is coming from his ragged breathing and my racing heart.
Then he moves, far faster than I would have thought possible while asleep.
One moment I’m standing beside him, the next I’m on my back in the middle of the bed.
I suck in a shaky breath as he crawls over me, his large body easily covering mine.
Time seems to suspend itself once more as he stares at me with unseeing eyes.
I break the silence with a whisper. “Riggs?”
He buries his face against the crook of my neck for a moment, breathing me in.
His tongue flicks out to taste me, making me shiver.
I feel the hard press of his cock against my stomach, and heat pools between my legs.
His mouth moves lower, across my collarbone at first, before he trails his lips down between my breasts to my stomach.
I lick my lips in anticipation. He moves lower, and his hands slide to my inner thighs, where he spreads me wide and dives in.
I cry out because he doesn’t start slow and gentle like I thought he would.
He’s eating me out like he’s been starved for months, and I’m hopeless to stop him.
My body ceding control to him makes me a little nervous.
When he slides one of his thick fingers inside me, my back arches off the bed, which of course makes him slide in deeper.
He sucks my clit as he strokes his finger in and out before adding another, scissoring them.
My breathing is coming out short and choppy as I grip handfuls of his hair, because if I don’t hold on to something, I’m going to float off the fucking bed.
I’m on the edge of coming when he pulls back.
He gets on his knees between my spread legs and, using his wet fingers, he strokes himself.
I watch him hungrily until he leans over and presses a hand to the bed next to my waist. I suck in a sharp breath when I feel the head of his cock gliding across my slick pussy, coating itself in my arousal before he presses into me.
I freeze, my hands gripping the sheets half in panic, half in anticipation as I wait for the pain to tear into me.
Only there is no pain. There’s pressure, sure, and he has to thrust lightly to work himself inside me.
But by the time he’s fully seated, I’m panting with need instead of fear.
I feel so fucking full, but it’s not uncomfortable.
I like it. And when he pulls out to the tip and pushes all the way back in, I decide I like that even more.
I release my death grip on the sheets and wrap my hands around his biceps instead as he starts fucking me like I’m Goldilocks.
Not too fast, not too slow. Just right.
I whimper as fire scorches through my blood, flames of my arousal climbing higher and higher until I feel like I’m going to explode.
Somehow, he reads the tension in my body and starts fucking me harder—faster.
That spiraling heat continues to climb as I slide my hands up to his shoulders and hold on for dear life.
“Riggs,” I choke out as I feel my body spasming.
I dig my nails into his skin. I’ll leave marks I won’t be able to explain, but I can’t find it in me to care.
Not right now when I’m drowning in ecstasy.
With a roar, he comes, filling me to the brim, which triggers my orgasm.
God, nothing has ever felt so exquisite.
He collapses beside me, yanking me tight to his body, entwining my legs with his so I’m well and truly trapped. I’m too wrapped up in a bubble of contentment to worry. As soon as I catch my breath, I’ll walk him to his room and clean myself up.
I need a few minutes to get my brain back online—a few minutes won’t hurt.