Chapter 21 #2
She grinned. “I had a lot of time on the road between Chicago and the Cape. Believe me, killer ants are only the start of it.”
He chuckled, pulling her closer. “I’d say you’re doing pretty well getting over him.
“Thanks to you.” Brooke tilted her head up to face him. “Seriously. You were right from the start. This is exactly what I needed. No strings, no drama. Just fun.” She kissed him, glad he was with her, and after a moment, Riley kissed her back.
Brooke sank into the moment: the sweetness of his embrace, and the low heat that sparked between them, every time. He eased her lips wider, and stroked his tongue into her mouth, and she shivered at the intimacy, the feel of his body, hot and taut against her.
Riley shifted, scooping her into his lap to straddle him.
Now, Brooke had free rein to cup his face in her hands and press closer, loving the feel of him, hard against every inch.
His hands slipped over her back, her hips, straying to her chest to gently stroke and tease her through her tank.
Brooke gasped against his mouth, and she felt his lips curl in a smile.
“If you’re getting sick, you shouldn’t exert yourself,” Riley said, drawing back to give her a wicked smile. He brushed hair out of her eyes, and Brooke melted at his touch.
“No?” she asked.
He shook his head, teasing. “You need to conserve your energy.”
In one swift movement, he rolled them to the side, tipping her under him so he was braced above her. He kissed her again, lazy and hot. “You should be relaxing . . .”
Brooke felt his hands slide over her again, purposeful this time.
Her pulse kicked. There wasn’t anything relaxing about the desire snaking through her, already tight and craving for more.
Riley lavished her with kisses, slowly peeling her clothes away until she was naked on the bed.
His touch was incredible, but she needed to feel everything, so she tugged at his shirt.
“Play fair,” she whispered. He grinned, and stripped off his own clothes so fast, she had to laugh. He quirked an eyebrow, and she shook her head. “Nothing.”
“Really?” Riley teased, gently caressing over the swell of her breast. “This is doing nothing for you?”
Brooke bit her lip. “I didn’t say that,” she breathed, as he toyed with her nipple, sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting through her body.
“No?” Riley dipped his head, licking over her skin.
She shuddered. “What do you think?”
He closed his mouth around her, and she moaned.
“I think we can do better than that.”
Riley sucked softly, and then there was no time for teasing words, not with his mouth hot against her, and his tongue doing wicked things, and his hands—oh, his hands—sliding over her stomach and easing her thighs apart.
Brooke moaned in pleasure, loving the feel of him, how he knew just the way to touch her to bring her closer to the brink.
She reached for him, stroking until he groaned against her, and he pinned her wrists to the bed, holding her back as he panted for air.
Brooke shuddered, her body electric beneath him, needing more.
But Riley made her wait, teasing her with kisses, watching her come apart.
His eyes were dark in the dim light, and Brooke could have lost herself right then and there, but there was still a hunger burning in her bloodstream, and only one thing would take her over the edge.
He slowly entered her, and everything fell away.
Brooke gasped, feeling him move inside of her.
Thick, sweet pleasure, rocking higher, filling her up.
It was incredible, how he could do this to her, the way their bodies fit so perfectly, every inch driving her closer to the brink.
She surged against him and felt Riley tense, every muscle in his body rigid under her hands.
He rocked into her again, and Brooke whimpered, clutching hold of him for dear life as the pleasure blossomed and bloomed, an inferno crying out for release.
It had never been like this before, not with anyone, and even as Brooke tried to cling hold of her reason and keep from falling into Riley’s steady gaze, remember that this was just fun and games and nothing she could hold onto, she couldn’t help it.
She surrendered to the moment, lost herself in him, over and over, until there was no holding back, no hiding from the pleasure and the deep, aching connection that seemed to surge between them, her heart laid wide open and bared for him to see.
“Riley,” she gasped, overwhelmed, and he thrust inside her again.
“I’m here, baby,” he groaned against her. “I’ve got you. I’m not letting go.”
He plunged deep, so deep, just right, and Brooke wanted to believe. For that moment, in that pure, sweet rush, he was hers.
She came apart, crying out his name, and held him through the rush. And when it was over, her blood thick with a hazy glow, she held him, and never wanted to let go. There, in the darkness, tangled up in each other’s arms, it felt right. It felt perfect, even though she knew it wasn’t real.
It was sex. Fun. Pheromones seducing her with a glimpse of forever when she already knew forever wasn’t on the menu at all.
But for tonight, just maybe, she could believe.