Best Of My Love (Home to Green Valley Book 4) (9 page)

“Come for me. Let me hear you,” he begged breathlessly, throbbing for her.

“Oh—oh! Riley! Oh, God!” She shuddered, gasping, leaning against the shower wall. High-pitched gasps filled the room as she came. Then she sighed in satisfaction.

The only sound in the room was their breathing, and the sound of the water coming from the shower. He listened as she calmed down, her breath getting slower and more even. She sighed, moaning softly as she did. Riley bit his lip, still desperate with need for her.

When they finally got their act together and made love, it would be explosive.

He stood with a rueful grin, wishing the moment didn’t have to end. “I’ll bring in something for you to wear to bed,” he said, leaving the room before she could respond. He cupped his dick, readjusting himself. He wanted to come so badly, but decided to wait until the time was right. It felt important to save it for her, strange as it sounded even to him as he thought it. He wanted to make the wait worthwhile.

He found a t-shirt he didn’t think would be too terribly massive for her and left it folded on the sink. “I’ll wait for you,” he said, then stripped down to his shorts and climbed into bed. It wouldn’t be easy, holding back for her sake, but he wouldn’t let himself lose control. She was too special to be taken advantage of.

By the time she came out, hair in a messy bun, her little body swimming in his shirt, he was half-asleep. “Turn out the light,” he asked, holding his arms out to her. She did, casting the room in darkness before sliding into bed with him. Her wet head touched his chest, and within minutes they were both fast asleep.

Chapter Ten

When she woke up, Erica didn’t remember where she was at first. Her heart jumped, and she flinched in surprise. She didn’t recognize the room at all.

Then it all came back to her. Being with him at the club. The way they’d danced. Her skin flushed pink at the memory. Then, she flushed even deeper when she remembered the shower.
Oh, God, what have I done?
She was sure Riley had to think she was some sort of weirdo for acting that way. Touching herself, getting off for him.

Then again…hadn’t it been all his idea?

“Good morning.”

She gasped, popping up to find him smiling at her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Oh, it’s okay.” She wasn’t sure which end was up. Waking up with him was one thing. Feeling like a fool made it even more confusing. What did he expect from her? All of a sudden, even as she knew she was being irrational, she was sure he’d want her to leave.

She couldn’t have been more wrong, and when his arms tightened around her, she melted into him. She hadn’t been in any condition to properly admire his body the night before. Now that she was awake, she took the time to explore him with her eyes. His thick, strong shoulders and biceps. The firm chest. She’d seen him lift kegs of beer as though they were nothing, and finally understood how that was possible.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, and she heard the chuckle in his voice. He was teasing her for getting drunk.

“I’m fine, thanks.” She felt a little woozy, in reality, but the pleasure of his arms around her negated any hangover she might have suffered. Nothing was more important than being with him. It was a dream come true. How many nights had she spent longing for a moment like this one? She closed her eyes, determined to take it in.

“You were feeling rather…amorous last night,” he murmured. His breath ruffled her hair.

She pressed her face to his chest, her skin on fire at the memory. “You don’t have to rub it in,” she muttered.

“I’m only teasing you, love. Believe me, it wasn’t easy saying no. It took every damn bit of strength I had.”

She dared look at him. He wasn’t smiling. “Really?”

“Really. I called on all the angels and saints to help me. It was a close call.”

She propped herself up, fascinated. “You wouldn’t do anything because I’d been drinking?”

“Of course not. What kind of man do you think I am?”

A unicorn
, she thought wryly. “It’s not that common, is all.”

“My mam and dad raised us better than that,” he said. “And they’d come back down and beat me black and blue if I ever took advantage of a woman. I’m sure of it.”

She wished she could tell him how much his words meant to her, but there was no way to make sense of what she was feeling. He might laugh at her, or think she was overthinking it. Only a woman could understand how much it meant to feel safe and protected like that.

Instead of trying to put it into words, Erica kissed him. He hesitated only for a split second, then plunged his hands into her hair and crushed his lips to hers. She reveled in his touch, the feel of his body under hers. She let loose, letting go of everything she’d felt for so long. All the times she’d longed to touch him, all the nights she’d dreamed of being in his arms. Imagining what his lips tasted like.

With a grunt, he rolled over, still kissing her. So he wanted to be in control. Erica had no problem with that, and handed herself over gladly.

“I need to taste you, and not your mouth,” he whispered in a ragged growl. She was shocked, yet instantly twice as wet as his kiss had already made her. She wondered who in their right mind would say no to something like that.

She bit her lip, which obviously drove him crazy, and nodded. He kissed his way down her body, pushing up the t-shirt he’d given her to wear. His lips grazed her skin, and she shivered as he went lower and lower. She arched her back when he reached the place where her thighs met, and he made short work of nearly ripping off her panties.

She barely had time to register shock before his tongue was on her. He lapped at her swollen lips, driving her insane. “Oh! My! God!” she gasped, stuffing her fist in her mouth to quiet herself, feeling like she would explode before he’d even gone deeper. “Oh that is so good…” Erica whispered, gripping Riley’s head even tighter than she had before, grinding herself into his face. “Please, more, please,” she begged, and he groaned in response. The vibration from his groaning made her even more excited. She was almost in pain at that point from the extreme arousal.

Riley smiled up at her, an evil grin, his green eyes flashing. She knew he was loving how crazy he made her, and wondered if it wasn’t payback for driving him crazy the night before. “You taste so good,” he said. “I want more of you.” His tongue went deeper, then, sliding between her lips, lapping at her folds.

She practically exploded, hips shooting off the bed. He kept going and going, licking and sucking on her as she writhed and moaned. The more she moved her hips, the harder and faster his tongue moved.

“Riley…oh, God! Yes!” she whispered raggedly, as she came harder than she’d ever come in her life. She thought she might pass out from the intensity—it was better than in the shower, better than on the phone, better than anything she’d ever felt. He held on tight to her thighs, which threatened to crush his head from the force of her orgasm, and let her ride it out until she lay there whimpering and gasping for breath, shivering every so often.

He gently kissed her between her legs, one more time, before moving over her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, wanting to draw him inside her.

“That was incredible,” she murmured in his ear. “Thank you.” He held her, kissing her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. Her mouth. She opened her eyes to find him smiling the sexy smile that had first attracted her to him. She knew they weren’t finished yet, and her body responded eagerly.

“I want you,” Riley whispered, his voice cracking with need. He thrust his hips against her and she groaned as his length skewered her hip. He was hot, throbbing. “I want you so much, it’s killing me.”

She ran her hands up his strong arms and shoulders, then wrapped her arms around his neck. Their foreheads touched, and Erica could feel his hot breath mingling with her own. She couldn’t believe her fantasy was coming true. Her heart was about to burst from pure joy.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered back.

Everything she’d been wanting to say and do in a year’s worth of fantasies was suddenly real. She could hardly believe the words coming from her, how completely brazen she sounded. All the while, she felt more vulnerable than she’d ever felt in her life—somehow, she trusted him. Maybe because he hadn’t taken advantage when he could have.

She rolled over on top of him, wanting to make it last forever. He still wore his shorts, his hard length obviously outlined against the cotton. Erica started rocking her hips against him, loving the sensation while also reveling in the sight of a gorgeous man stretched out beneath her. He was totally at her mercy, and his sighs and groans only excited her more.

They kept that up, Erica riding him and holding him down, until he begged her to stop. “I can’t go on much more like that,” he muttered through clenched teeth. She grinned triumphantly.

His eyes were closed, his face turned toward the wall. She took his chin in her hand and turned his face to hers. “Look at me,” she whispered.
See me. Be here with me, please,
her heart begged. She needed to know he was fully with her, not thinking of anybody else. Just her. She wanted to feel connected to him, all the way.

So he looked deeply into her eyes as her hips slowed down. Eventually, they both went still. Just looking at each other. She kissed him again, pressing her body to his. His hands dug into her butt, kneading her. She gasped, raising her head and throwing it back. He latched onto her throat, then worked his way down to her breasts. Her arms trembled as she held herself up so he could lick every inch of her. It was a struggle to control the moans bubbling up inside her, but she kept quiet for both their sakes.

“On your hands and knees,” he whispered, lifting her from him. At the sound of his commanding tone, a shiver went through her body. She did as she was asked, gladly going along with him. It was totally unlike her—she would never normally be so bold with a first-time lover, but hadn’t he already made her push past her boundaries? She loved every second of it. It was like Riley unlocked a new side of her that had always been there—nasty, brazen, wanton. She had always been a boring girl when it came to sex, and she knew now it was because she’d never felt this intense passion before. She had never felt so swept away, so eager to try new things.

As she got on her hands and knees, she heard him behind her, removing his shorts and, given the crinkling of foil, finding a condom and rolling it on. She whimpered, rolling her hips to tell her how impatient she was, and finally, he positioned himself behind her. She felt pressure at her entrance, and shivered again at what it promised.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and she heard the sincerity in his voice.

Her heart opened to him, and she answered him in total honesty.

“Fuck me,” she groaned. “Please, Riley.”

He groaned, “It will be my absolute pleasure,” before taking her by the hips and driving himself forward. She gasped from the force, then moaned through clenched teeth as he filled her. He was inside her. Finally, inside her. She was sure it had to be a dream, but then, dreams had never felt so good.

He started moving, slowly at first. “I’ve wanted this so much,” he muttered as he pumped his hot length in and out of her.

“Yes…yes…yes, baby,” she urged him on, whispering approval with each sharp, deep thrust. She was rewarded with another thrust, even harder this time. “Yes, that’s it. Deeper…harder…more…” She knew he loved it, as he groaned each time she muttered encouragement.

“Say it again,” he grunted, laying the flat of his hand against her ass cheek. She gasped, then groaned as the pleasure intensified.

“I want it deeper!” she panted. Another hard thrust. Another spank. She felt the thrill all through her.

She pushed back against him, matching him thrust for thrust. Rearing up on just her knees, she reached behind herself, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck. She needed all of him, not just his thrusting length but his hands and his mouth, as well. Her need was all-consuming, burning her from the inside out. She pulled him to her for a deep, desperate kiss.

His hands left her hips and cupped her breasts, kneading them as they rode each other. She moaned into his mouth as the tension in her core grew tighter, tighter, threatening to burst at any second.

He broke their kiss, and she whispered his name again and again as she bucked back against him, nearing the finish. One of his hands reached up to her hair and pulled, tilting her head to bare her throat to his mouth. She gasped and moaned and practically spoke in tongues, passion sweeping through her, leaving her begging for more.

“Oh, my God, love…you taste so good…you feel so good around me…” he whispered in her ear, before biting the lobe.

Erica shivered, still pulsing her hips so he moved in and out of her. One of his hands moved down her belly until it cupped her mound. His fingers found her clit and stroked it in time with her thrusts, and then it was all too much—his thickness moving in and out of her, his mouth sucking on her neck, the stroking of his nimble fingers on her pulsing button.

She was completely lost, sheer pleasure coursing all through her body, lighting her on fire from the inside out. He started thrusting faster, faster, his own explosion on its way. Erica reached the brink. “Oh—oh, God—Riley! Yes!” She broke through to the other side, gasping, trembling, fighting to control the screams she wanted to let loose.