Chapter 6
Chapter
Six
Rowdy
I didn’t come up here with the intent of ripping Riley’s clothes off, but here I am.
At least she undid the first snap on that horrible oversized flannel she wears as a sad excuse for a winter jacket.
I don’t know who took off whose shirt first, to be fair. I do know that it was highly satisfying to free all those snaps, shove that monstrosity to the floor, and find her completely bare underneath, except for her leggings and cozy socks.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
I whisper this just before she helps me peel off my button-up shirt, Henley, and undershirt in one go.
Her brows draw together in consternation. Okay, so she doesn’t like to be told she’s beautiful. Or she’s conflicted about me calling her beautiful. She’s a confounding woman. But I love that about her.
“Less words, more action?”
She breathes, “Yes, before I change my mind.”
First, I just need to look at her. I need to take in the sight of her standing in front of me, her pretty breasts with their rosy nipples, and dark freckles scattered over her skin,
I thrust one hand into her hair and draw her mouth back to mine, while my other hand cups one of those perfect breasts.
She moans into my mouth, and I run my thumb over one hard nipple, making her gasp.
I keep going, drawing out needy little noises. I switch to the other breast, teasing the other nipple, thrusting my tongue into her sweet mouth, until it’s clear she’s getting frustrated. Until I know she wants more. Until she’s wet through.
When Riley pulls back and whispers my name, I dip my head down and capture one nipple in my mouth.
“Oh!”
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders slightly as I tease my tongue over one tight bud. I lick and suck until she writhes against me, then let it go with a soft pop. I switch to the opposite breast and do the same.
“Rowdy,” she says, a little louder, a little bossier. “Windows. Windows.”
I don’t know what the hell she’s talking about computers for.
I’m an idiot. Not computers.
I am damn close to leaving a hickey on her tit when I realize she’s talking about literal windows.
I pull away and gaze at her again. The lower half of her face is pink from our kissing and from my scruff.
She’s right, I don’t want anybody seeing her nakedness down on the town square.
“You got a bed anywhere in the studio?”
She nods, but adds, “My apartment adjoins the bathroom, but let’s stick to the sofa.” As she says this, she goes to the coffee table in her sitting area and pushes a button on a remote. Automatic blinds come down over the window, and the room darkens.
I sit down on the sofa and pull her on top of my lap, helping her straddle me.
All the better to keep her warm. I pick up a cozy throw and wrap it around her shoulders as I get back to the business of kissing her until she’s delirious.
Riley’s thighs squeeze my hips. I grab her ass and hike her closer, tighter, forcing her to feel my erection against her center.
The pipe in my jeans is pressing against my zipper painfully, and it’s only getting worse now that her gorgeous tits are at my eye level.
I lavish those rosy buds with my tongue, sucking, teasing, and gently scraping my teeth over them. At that, Riley sits up straight and lets out a high-pitched squeak of pleasure.
“Rowdy, you’re making me crazy,” she whines.
She wriggles on me, making me blind with need.
“I got you, Riley.”
I thumb the waistband of her leggings, and she knows what to do.
Riley leans back to give me complete access, and I snake my hand down the front of her leggings, inside her underwear.
Soft hair greets me there, and I think I’m gonna lose control in my jeans.
My fingers travel down until I find the top of her split. I need to make her come. Quickly, my middle finger finds its way into her heat.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby girl.”
I travel deeper, moving my fingers through her wet folds, finding her core, and slipping in my middle finger, just inside, just to the first knuckle.
I look up at her face, and she’s flushed and frantic.
I search out her lips with mine, pressing a soft, sensuous kiss to her mouth. “Relax.”
Her lips part, and her eyes soften as she gives in to the moment. I soak my hand in her sweetness, stroking and teasing until her hips begin to buck. My thumb strums her hard clit.
“Right there?”
She nods, following up with a heated, deep kiss.
“Feed me, Riley.”
She arches her back and lifts one breast, feeding it into my mouth.
I feast on her while my thumb strokes her clit with an increasing rhythm. I sink in a second finger, stroking her warm inner muscles.
Although I might lose control, it’s worth it to watch her like this. She bucks against my hand, and I fuck her until my fingers go numb.
Finally, Riley cries out, her body stiffening over me, her little muscles clamping around my digits deliciously.
She’s still in whole body spasms when she finds the strength to pull back and say, “I think I have some condoms in the bathroom.”
Her eyes are dazed; her face is flushed. And I have the feeling she’s a bit more than what she appears to be at first impression.
Underneath the precise bird paintings, the shy exterior, the rigid schedule, Riley is bursting to be wild and free.
She’s a caged spirit, and I’m definitely going to open that door as wide as I fucking can.