“What do you spend the other half of your day thinking about?”
“You on top.”
“Perv.” She laughed, and he bit her on the shoulder.
His hands found her breasts and proceeded to do wonderful things to them. And when his mouth joined in, Riley bowed against him, ignoring the way the roof flexed against her back.
There were more important things to enjoy. Like the way his touch made her skin burn in delightful ways. Their kisses became more frantic as Nick fumbled for the condoms he’d stashed in a candy dish next to the bug spray.
She smiled against his mouth.
“What?” he rasped.
“I like that you’re in as big a hurry as I am.”
“I’ve heard good things about makeup sex,” he told her, rolling on the condom and giving her a look that turned her insides to lava.
“Let’s give it a go.”
She felt the roof flex under her again and went still as Nick lined himself up with her greedy core. “You okay?” he asked, breathing heavily.
Something bit her leg. It wasn’t Nick.
She slapped at it just as something else nibbled on her ankle. At the same time, Nick reached around and slapped himself on the ass.
“Did you just—”
“Fucking mosquitoes. Hold still.” Ever prepared, he doused them in a cloud of bug spray.
“Better than the mayflies,” Riley decided.
Every year the riverfront exploded in what looked like a blizzard. But instead of fluffy little snowflakes, the white stuff blotting out the sky was the disgusting exoskeletons of mayflies.
He gave them one last blast with the can of bug spray and then tossed it over his shoulder. It landed with a thunk and rolled much farther and faster than it should have on a flat surface.
“Who fixed the roof? It doesn’t look like they did a very good job.” She had a sudden vision of two idiots with ropes tied around their waists haphazardly nailing boards over a gaping hole.
“Forget the roof, Thorn. I’m about to levitate you off it,” Nick promised with cocky dimples.
His erection twitched between them, and Riley immediately dismissed the idiots in her head.
She took his face in her hands. “I had fun tonight.”
“Yeah? Even though dinner was a bust?”
“It wasn’t a bust. You got to impress your dad and me. And I made over a hundred dollars in tips.”
He looked down at her with a softness around the eyes that she’d never seen before. “I love you, Thorn.”
With a wicked grin and a squeeze of his very firm ass, Riley winked. “I know.”
With that, he thrust into her, and all smugness vanished as she remembered exactly who was in charge.
“How do you make Tab B into Slot A so damn good?” she groaned.
“God, baby. I can feel you locked down over every fucking inch.”
They didn’t have to be quiet. Didn’t have to keep the headboard from knocking into the wall. Didn’t have to make sure Burt the dog wasn’t staring at them creepily. On the roof under the August moon, they were free to bang each other into oblivion.
