Chapter 16 #2
She was wearing lingerie, something lilac and lacy that barely covered her incredible body, but still begged him to unwrap her all the same. Lace fluttered over the swell of her breasts, and a trail of silk ribbons gathered at her hips, barely keeping her panties in place.
But it wasn’t just the outfit that struck him dumb. No, it was her expression that made his blood run hot. Sensual and knowing, and just a little determined, too. Because even Brooke, he knew, wouldn’t be doing this without a plan.
God, she was magnificent.
Brooke moved closer. “You like it?” she asked playfully, tilting her head.
Riley couldn’t speak, so he just nodded.
“I thought you might . . .” She ran one finger down between her breasts, teasing the lace there. “I think I do, too.”
“Good.” Riley managed a strangled reply. Was this what a heart attack felt like? He could hear it drumming, louder with every step she took.
Brooke’s hands kept moving, skimming lower, over her hips.
“The thing about these,” she said, holding up the ribbons. “Is all it takes is one little tug . . .”
She pulled and the bows unraveled. The silk fell away, and then Riley knew for sure it was a heart attack, because he was dead now.
Dead, and gone, and up in heaven, watching the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen slowly peel her last scraps of clothing away until she was entirely naked before him.
When he finally was able to lift his gaze back to hers, Brooke was watching him with that smile on her face. “Now you’re overdressed,” she murmured. “Let me help you with that.”
She closed the distance between them as he sat, still paralyzed. He felt the whisper of heat, radiating from her body, and it shocked him out of his stupor.
“Wait.” His hands shot out, and took her by the hips. Brooke paused, standing above him.
He slowly ran his palms over her soft, smooth skin. She shivered beneath his touch, and he loved to see her respond so easily—how just a breath against her made her muscles tense.
And a kiss . . . ?
He leaned in and pressed his lips to her stomach. Brooke swayed into him. He teased her bellybutton with his tongue, circling the hollow and straying to kiss her hips, and lower still.
Brooke made a noise that was halfway between a moan and a sigh. Riley’s body ached to claim her, but he held back. He was just getting started.
He gently ran his hands down over her thighs, and nudged them apart. His eye-line was level with her now, and God, he couldn’t resist leaning in for one, slow, forbidden kiss.
Brooke seemed to melt, clutching on to his shoulders as he delved deeper, tasting and teasing until her breath came in tiny pants, and he could feel her body strain against him.
It was intoxicating, making her come undone like this, and when he glanced up, he saw her head thrown back and her eyes half-closed, glazed with abandon and desire as she gasped for more.
His ragged self-control snapped.
Riley surged to his feet, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her with a hunger he couldn’t disguise anymore. He needed her, every inch, every taste, until the world seemed to melt away and there was nothing but the riot of lust pounding through him, demanding more.
They tumbled back towards the bedroom, Brooke tearing at his shirt and belt, and Riley was only too happy to oblige, stripping his clothes away until finally they were falling back onto her bed, skin to skin.
“Riley,” she gasped, as he bent his head to lavish kisses on her breasts. “Don’t hold back, I need— Oh,” she moaned loudly as his lips closed around one perfect, taut nipple.
He sucked, slowly, and Brooke seemed to melt beneath him. God, she was too beautiful, too perfect to believe with her hair spilling around her like some kind of tangled halo, and those pink lips parted in a silent plea.
His heart was pounding a drumbeat of pure desire as he devoured her.
He’d never wanted anyone like this before, and it was all he could do to lose himself in the feel of her body and those sexy little moans she made, twisting and writhing against him as he teased at her breasts, and slipped one hand between her legs to find her slick and clenching for him.
Riley growled.
He couldn’t take much more of this, God, he was just about ready to explode.
And then Brooke reached for him.
Riley shuddered at the sensation. She stroked, slow and teasing, as if she knew just how close to the edge she was sending him.
He groaned against her, and she answered with a teasing smile.
“I want you,” Brooke whispered softly, as Riley tried in vain to keep control. “God, I’ve wanted you for so long.”
It was more than he could take. He captured her mouth again, hard and hot, plunging his tongue deep to ravish her as his body ached against her.
Brooke broke away, breathless, and reached for the nightstand.
Riley gave silent thanks for her efficiency as she rolled a condom onto his hard length and pulled him back to cover her again.
He slowly sank inside her, and lost his mind.
Brooke moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and urging him on. Deeper. Harder. God.
Riley clutched the bed sheets and tried to keep from taking her hard, but this was the best damn thing he’d ever felt in his life before and he didn’t know how much more he could take.
With every last ounce of control, he paused, slow, leaning to drop a ragged kiss on her lips as his body shuddered with tension.
And then Brooke moaned against him. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “God, Riley . . .”
His control severed. The sound of his name on her lips was too much.
He surged deep inside her, and yes, he couldn’t have held back if he’d tried.
It felt like he was possessed with some animal hunger, driving harder with every stroke.
Brooke’s body clenched and gasped against him, taking him deeper into her sweetness, until he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but hold on for dear life as the pleasure pounded through him and the world contracted to just the feel of her body tight around him, and the sound of her moans, driving him on until he felt her shatter against him, and he answered with a strangled groan, exploding into the white-hot pleasure as he fell off the edge of the world and into her arms.
But it wasn’t enough.
Even as he lay there, Riley knew somehow. He could never have enough of her.